You were a wanted girl in many places, you weren't a terrorist per se, you just liked fucking with terrorists and the military.

You sat in a dimly lit room, your wrists and ankles bound to the chair as the so called 'Watcher' came in, looking you up and down before closing the door with her heel. She walked up to the table next to you, several scary looking tools laid out that, nine times out of ten, was just an attempt to scare you.

It never worked.

This is going to be interesting.