When you were informed of your new shift this morning, you were told the prisoner to guard was one of critical important: She was cunning and resourceful, and highly dangerous, your supervised warned, not to let your guard down.

The woman had been caught sneaking around the Trinity base, attempting to get away on the compound with stolen excavation files. The menace named Lara Croft had already caught trouble since being capture: Spat blood in a superior's face, bit the ear off one guard... Spat both blood and ear back at the same superior.

You can already tell her former guard or interrogators have been mercy; in the dim lit cell, Lara's face was marked with black bruises and cuts, trailed down her arms and what rips were made to her adventurous attire. You stood there, guarding the cell, not a word spoken

Until the silence was broken, "Hey..." Her weakened, hoarse voice croaked, tired brown eyes looked up to you from her spot against the wall, managing after a cough, "Can I have some water... Please...?"