The room was dimly lit with plain grey walls surrounding her. It looked it was an ordinary bedroom apart from the giant swash sticker plastered on the wall.

“Who do you work for?” Her kidnapper said with a thick German accent.

“I work for myself.” Ruby replied, spitting in her enemy’s face. The neonazi looked amused as a smile spread across his face.

“If you don’t answer our questions, your pretty little face won’t be the same.”

“I don’t think thats gonna happen.” Suddenly, Ruby broke out of her handcuffs using a certain technique from training and punched him straight in the face.

“Fuck!” He screamed with blood pouring from his nose.

Quickly Ruby grabbed his gun, held at his head and barked orders at him.

She left the building with £500000 and a dead man to worry about.