xxii. lock up the wild ones
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MILES Quaritch knew the war he had started between the RDA and the Na'vi wasn't over. It's why he had taken Odessa away from her group.

Hate. It's a strong word, and very rarely did Odessa use it. But today, she's using it in ever sentence. It's her favourite word.

She had been taken away from her group, placed in a interrogation room where Quaritch sat across from her. He wanted to know if he could magically get her to spill everything she knew so he could make sure none of the Na'vi attacked.

"I won't tell you anything." She leaned back in her chair, her bound wrists placed on the metal table. "Nope."

"You're the key here, yknow?" Quaritch smirked, eyes narrowed as he leaned back too. "You can tell us everything you know. You'd make that friend of yours suffer for what he had done."

"What you did was worse." Odessa didn't blink, tilting her head and letting the small bits of lose hair fall against her face.

"Maybe." Quaritch shrugged like he didn't give a shit, which he didn't. "But me and you, we were never buddies. You and Jake, peas in a pod."

Odessa shook her head again, eyes narrowed. "I won't tell you anything, at all."

Quaritch only shrugged again, taking something out of his pocket. It was the end of an arrow where the feathers were. How he got it, unsure, not very important. Whose it was, that's what was important. "Your forest friend, she can be mean. Snarky like you. It would be a shame something happened to her."

Neytiri had made that arrow. She knew it, because she had helped her make one once. Odessa's eyes widened as she sat up straight. "Where did you get that."

"It was lodged in the window of my ship." He whirled the bit between his fingers. "It would be a shame if anything happened to her, don't you think?"

His words made her still. Did they have Neytiri somehow? Had they taken her and have her locked away somewhere. Odessa jumped, glad that her bound wrists weren't connected to the metal table. She swung her arms, kicking her legs and trying her best to do some danger to Quaritch. "You bastard! You're gonna rot! I will kill you."

She snarled and hissed at him as she knocked him to the ground. She kicked him where the sun doesn't shine, angering him even more.

"Look who has a weakness." He stood, pushing her to the ground and pulling out another tie from his pocket. The vibrant orange snapped around her ankles, keeping them together. "Buttercup, really? Acting like one of them."

She thrashed around. "Don't call me that."

Quaritch smirked, hauling Odessa over his shoulders. "Awe, buttercup, let's go visit you're friends."

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SHE had been placed in her own cell. Quaritch didn't want to give her the choice to been in the same cell as her friends. He wanted her to feel alone, despite the fact they were right beside her.

"Let me out! You moron! I said let me the hell out!" Odessa shouted against the glass. She was on the floor, her ankles still bound together, the same with her wrists — that hadn't stopped her from managing to get on her knees and banging her tied hands against the unbreakable glass.

The person sitting at the desk didn't even flinch at the sound of her screaming.

Grace and Norm had been trying to calm her down, trying to stop her from hurting herself any further. It wasn't working very well.

"Dessa! Stop!" Grace yelled out, stepping towards the glass of her own cell.

Odessa paused, looking towards Grace. "He will die for what he has done."

And then Odessa continued to bang on the glass, blood from her hands smearing against it.

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TRUDY showed up a few hours later with a lunch cart. She knocked on the outside door, catching the attention of the soldier, Grace, Norm and Jake.

"What's going on, brother? Long time no see." Trudy greeted him with a large smile. It was fake.

"Hey." The soldier greeted her back, moving around from his desk.

Trudy glanced towards the cell ahead, eyeing the crimson that had dried on the glass. A body laid there; she realized quickly that it was Odessa.

"Personally, I don't feel these tree hugging traitors deserve steak." She chuckled, the cart coming to a stop as she stepped back, her hand going to her back.

"They get steak?" The solider gasped. He leaned down to open the cart and peek at their food. "That's bullshit. Let me see that."

Trudy chuckled again, only this time it wasn't as fake as the first one. Walking around the bent over soldiers, pulling out her pistol and holding it to his head. "Yeah. You know what that is. Down."

"Trudy!" Norm called to her, shocked at what she had just done.

"All the way down." Trudy forced the soldier/security guard down to the ground and then slammed her gun into the back of his head, knocking him unconscious. Trudy grinned, placing her pistol back in her pocket where she didn't need to hide it. "Max!"

Max quickly ran into the cell block as Trudy moved the body and cart out of the way. He scanned a key card he had, allowing the glass door to open. He then moved and opened Odessa's cell, stepping in to where she was laying.

She had drove herself to exhaustion, knocking herself out. ( she hadn't meant too, but it happened. ) He could see the steady rise of her chest, telling him that she was okay. He turned around, grabbing a glass of water from the cart before he threw the contents at her, the cold shocking her hm just enough that she opened her eyes and shot up.

"Come on, we gotta move." Trudy said quickly, stepping forward in front of everyone.

Norm knelt down, taking a knife from the soldier/security guard and using it to cut the ties that had been placed on Odessa. He didn't say anything, choosing to be quiet.

"Thank you."

He nodded back, helping her up and then following after everyone else.

"Trudy, fire up the ship." Max told her, the woman running ahead even further. Jake waved Norm forward, who ran ahead with the woman to help.

That left Max, Grace, Jake and Odessa. The four of them stuck together, moving closely as they made their way towards the hangers where Trudys helicopter was. They came to a stop at the door, pulling out oxygen masks that would allow them to breathe the outside air.

Jake stoped Max from following them. "I need someone on the inside that I can trust."

Max had nodded, somewhat glad that he was tasked with staying behind.

The three moved quickly to the helicopter, Jake wheeling as quick as he could well Odessa and Grace ran beside him. 

They made it to the side of the helicopter where Norm hauled Jake up, Odessa threw ( not so kindly ) Jakes wheelchair in before she got in, and then Norm and Odessa helped Grace into the helicopter.

Bullets were shot at them, raining down against the metal of the helicopter.

Trudy flew upwards, regardless of what was happening. She didn't care in that moment if someone was unbuckled, knowing she only had a short time before she and everyone else took some damage.

"Yeah! Whoo!"