Torment Begins.

Her name was still on the gun, her gun.

Even if she swore never to use it again, she couldn't entirely get rid of it, and besides, the situation she was facing needed one.

She needed to be somewhere, she needed to speak with him one on one.

Leia was beyond fed up. It was time she met him, the master planner.

At once she rushes out of her house and hurries to her car.

"It's time both of us have a little heart-to-heart," she tells herself, igniting the engine zooming off.

She arrives safely at her destination, the gates are closed with the two familiar bodyguards from last time on patrol.

She gets down, grabbing her purse in anger.

Her fingers could feel it, that strong metallic body, it was a beautiful feeling, and Leia couldn't help but imagine putting a bullet through his head.

She'll be needing this after all.

"Where's your boss?" She yells at the guards, but they stand frigid at the door. "I need to see Mark right now," she gritted.

"You can't see him," the guard answers plain