"...Maevrith."
Stepping out from the bunker's heavy steel door, Maevrith Vörtdämmerung's glanced at the woman in front of her "It's been a while, Miss Charlotte."
A faint green glow passed through Charlotte's eyes "I thought it was one of your clones, but I am surprised you are really here."
With a smile, Maevrith shrugged "I know I can't escape you, so I decided to face you."
Charlotte's team moved before the words fully settled.
The women from Charlotte's team stepped forward, closing the distance in seconds.
Two grabbed Maevrith's arms from behind, forcing them down and behind her back.
Another swept her legs, dropping her to her knees in the snow with a muffled thump.
A fourth operative pressed a knee to her back, keeping her bowed while the others secured her ankles.
Maevrith didn't resist and simply knelt there, looking up at Charlotte.
Charlotte took a cigarette from her coat pocket, lit it with a flick of a lighter, and brought it to her lips.
