Free On Thin Ice (Special Ops) by Capri Montgomery Page B

final wave to Henri and took off. He had a mountain to travel, a woman to save, and bad guys to kill. “All in a day’s work,” he said. “All in a day’s work.”
     

 
    Chapter Six
     
    I have to go to the bathroom!” Akira yelled loudly and she kept yelling. She didn’t have to go desperately, but her legs were starting to fall asleep and she knew if she wanted to still be able to escape—if ever the opportunity presented itself—then she needed to keep her body ready for movement. A walk to wherever the bathroom was would at least allow her to shake out her legs and arms.
     
    “Hey you big jerk! I have to go to the bathroom!” When the door pushed open and banged against the wall with a loud thud she stopped yelling. The door bounced back toward the man, but he swiftly put his hand out to stop it from whacking him in the face. Now that would have been a fun thing to see, she thought. He was the one who had hit her and she would love to see him get whacked in the face with a big metal door.
     
    He approached her with a steady gait that sent a shiver of fear up her spine, but she refused to show weakness. “You do anything stupid and I’ll break your bones and blow out your knee. You got me?”
     
    She nodded. She didn’t have a plan and she wasn’t going to just try to make a run for it when she didn’t have a plan; she had already tried that and fortunately she was smart enough to learn from her mistakes. She was unconscious when they arrived here so she didn’t even know the way out. A few bathroom breaks might help her figure out the layout of the building. Maybe she would see an exit, and then calculate if she could get to it or not. She still didn’t know where she was. If they had taken her to Russia she would have thought she would have awakened between Alaska and there, but then they could have stuck her with needle full of a drug to keep her knocked out.
     
    She watched as he cut her bindings attached to the chair and then cuffed her hands in front of her body. She hadn’t expected that. Maybe he was using extra caution, not trusting her to stick to her word of not trying anything stupid. If that were the case then maybe he didn’t want to have to shoot her. It wasn’t as if she thought he would care if he did shoot her, but maybe having a wounded hostage would be more work than he wanted right now. She had doubts, but still, she wouldn’t chance trying to escape right now.
     
    He pushed her into the bathroom and entered with her. He closed the door behind him. “There’s the toilet.”
     
    Yes, she could see that. “You have to take the cuffs off me so I can go.” Clearly she couldn’t get her pants down with the cuffs on. He approached her and she thought he would comply with her request, but instead of removing the handcuffs he started attacking the buttons on her pants and then he yanked them down with her panties before pushing her backwards. She fell onto the toilet seat. She almost fell off the other side, but she used her leg muscles to steady her like she would steady herself from an almost fall on the ice. Still, the impact of butt to seat hurt. It was like those times when she would fall on her butt on the ice, only she didn’t have anything cold soothing the ache.
     
    “Piss already.” He barked.
     
    “I can’t go with you standing there.”
     
    He pulled out his gun and pointed it at her. “Piss. I don’t have all day to stand here.”
     
    So it was still day then. Was it the same day? They had been at the station in the morning. How much time had passed? Was it late afternoon? Was it evening? Was it night and he was just saying that he didn’t have all day as a means of throwing off her mental balance? Not being able to keep track of the time and day was the fastest way to lose track of reality—or at least that’s what she thought anyway.
     
    Surprisingly she had been able to urinate at gunpoint. She would file that fact in her mental database and