Chapter Eight
Her fears proved to be unfounded…at least for now. Her trainer led her up several flights of stone-carved steps to yet another heavy wooden door with two guards. These men were burly, swarthy and clad in camo. They carried swords instead of guns, but otherwise they looked like some third-world paramilitaries. They opened the door at her trainer’s command. Gia expected him to lead her through the doorway, but instead he all but shoved her through it, smack into gauzy curtains that tangled her up and blocked her view. She heard the door slam shut behind her just as she freed herself from the curtain. She looked back to discover that her trainer had not followed her. The situation felt menacing. She had to force herself to turn her head to see where he had put her.
For a momen
