The girl had her head buried in the cabinets still so Seyta decided to risk going for the gun back in the main room. Quietly moving back through the kitchen doors she stepped over to the desk and grabbed the revolver. She wasn't sure how well sound traveled but as she could here The Lion King playing it was safe to assume she was partially hidden volume wise by the movie.

Seyta had never used a gun before, luckily this was a revolver which according to a few memories of western movies where easier to use. Pull back the hammer, aim and pull the trigger...supposedly. Looking over the gun she found one other leaver that didn't make sense immediately. The hammer wasn't pulled back so it should be safe to test the lever. She bit her lip and flipped it and was rewarded by the magazine, that's what it was called on pistols, opened for her.

The iced mocha was also on the desk, and compared to the swill they had at the pit Seyta had no issues helping herself to a sip. The shock from the sweetness nearly make her choke, she hadn't had that much sugar in years. She quickly aimed the pistol at the kitchen doors just in case the girl heard her and came to investigate. Slowly she took another sip, keeping the gun aimed and tip-toed back towards the kitchen. It was empty, though one door she had noticed before retrieving the gun was now opened slightly. Seyta stepped up and peered through the crack, the girl was sitting on a bed with drawn curtains. She had a bottle and small glass with her, though Seyta couldn't read the label through the curtain.

Seyta moved very slowly pushing the door open. the bed was probably in range but without knowing what the girl could do it wasn't smart to be barging in. Once fully though the door, a process that took ten seconds, Seyta raised the gun level with the girls head. The hood on her tarp poncho shadowed her face making it even harder to see through the curtains as she cleared her throat loudly. "Get up slowly and don't do anything stupid or I will have to pull the trigger and make my boss very angry. Oh, and thanks for the mocha."

Celeste kept staring at the exact point from where the voice came from while her brain sill tried to understand how was even possible to sneak into a bunker. The disembodied voice was not a complete wonder for her, since it was an event that the child had experienced several times with the many visits from Katrina but that was neither her voice nor her words.
And second later when a person appeared out of nowhere to point at her with a gun, Celeste proved that it was not her, at least not in appearance. The glass of whiskey almost escaped from her hands for the sudden appearance of that stranger.
"Katrina. Is that you?" Asked the girl while trying to understand why her friend would enter by force to her house and would aim at her with a gun that looked very similar to her revolver. Who else could make herself invisible and use these Jedi mind tricks? Again... why would she do that?
Despite she did not understand what was happening, the girl stood up as ordered. If it was an illusion, could it hurt her? Could it damage her brain instead of her body? Then reality hit her mercilessly like a big rock. The cockroach. It was at that moment. Somehow that person had entered the bunker at that moment. It was the only odd thing that had happened throughout the day, and the only time that the door had been open.
"Are you with the roach?" Asked the girl, trying to make her voice sound brave but not managing to mask the scared little girl she was in reality.

>> "Katrina. Is that you?"

Seyta watched as the girl looked at her and jumped as Seyta came into mental focus. As the girl stood Seyta read the label on the bottle. She didn't recognize the brand but scotch whiskey was scotch whiskey to Seyta. She made a quick mental note to take that with her when they where done; probably the gun to.

>> "Are you with the roach?"

"Does it matter? Out into the kitchen, and go slowly" Seyta held the barrel of the gun right against the girls head. Something to give her a reminder that Seyta was walking behind her. So far so good, then again fear was pretty strong motivation. Nobody wanted their brains as a new coat of paint on the walls.

Of course it mattered. It was not the same to be tricked by a human being of a similar intellect than to be deceived by a cockroach, a mere bug she could kill without even noticing it... not that she would ruin the sole of her shoes with a dirty bug but the possibility existed.

Contrary to what some town folks were saying, she was not a coward, not at all, but she was wise enough to at least try to avoid angering a person carrying a gun, so she decided to be quiet.

As much as receiving orders from a stranger was hurting her pride greatly, she followed her orders without complaining and moved toward the kitchen. Hands were she could see them.
While they walked, the gun moved closer to remind her what could happen to her if she tried to be a hero... something she will never try anyway, since there was no one to save aside from herself and obeying was enough of a challenge to keep her busy.

Maybe the kitchen was no the wisest place to hold a hostage since it was full of deadly forks, lethal spoons and some sharp knifes but so far she could get away by just giving the woman what she wanted. Because it was a robbery, right? She knew that day will come but she always trusted that her friendship with the Amazons was enough deterrent to avoid these kind of situations. She was wrong.
Blaming herself was not going to help in that situation so she kept walking until she reached the center of the kitchen. "What now Clyde?" She was not likely to fight back but just in case she would have a chance in the near future, she made a mental note to return to the kitchen for a knife or spoon. Whichever was more painful.

>> "What now Clyde?"

Actually it was a good question. Seyta hadn't thought of what to do with her. The girl deserved to be punished in some way other than whatever Roach was stealing. What that punishment was needed to be worked out first. "For starters I'll take that bottle." Seyta placed her hand at Celeste's shoulder expectantly.

Thinking back on her actual task Seyta did need to go let Roach and Jezebel in. And seeing that it was Jez, sooner was better than later. AS she thought of how to get the door open and remain in control Seyta got an amusing idea. She had seen Celeste's reaction to the outside air, how the inside of the bunker was so lean by comparison. "Now, lets go for a bit of walk outside."

The touch of her hand was more disgusting than the regular caress of the revolver on her head but she was smart enough to do not say it. She nodded slowly to let her know that she was going to give her the bottle, and then turned around to hand her the precious container. It was not like in the old movies they all used to watch where you could dodge a bullet at close range and smash the nearest bottle or chair on the enemy´s head in a single action.

“Walk outside…” The girl mechanically repeated as it the echo in her head could clarify what the robber really mean with those words. When she managed to decipher the message, her heart drowned in awe. “No…” Suddenly her voice was transformed into a weak and thin thread. “You can’t…” She was smart, so she knew the woman could oblige her to do almost everything, even to go outside but she wanted to believe otherwise.
The temperature in the inside was carefully regulated, the air purifier worked constantly to provide clean air to breathe and the thick concrete walls protected her from the radiation and deadly dust from the outside… and now she was going to leave her refuge… to die in the wasteland.
“Please.” She pled with tears rolling down her pale cheeks. “Take it…” She continued sobbing loudly between words. “Take whatever you want but do not make me go outside.”

Seyta took the bottle quickly. It was a bit awkward to fit it into the pouch she had with her while keeping the gun on the girl but Seyta managed. The mocha sat half finished on the counter. As much as she hated doing so she was going to leave it there. She just couldn't stomach anything that sweet after so long.

>> “Walk outside… No… You can’t…"

The girl started to cry. Seyta's plan was working.

>> “Please. Take it… Take whatever you want but do not make me go outside."

"That's just the thing sweetie. I am taking what I want, I'm taking you outside."
Seyta pushed her towards the door with the barrel of the gun. She picked the lessons up from watching Roach torment other fighters in the pit. Mental torture was far more effective than physical. "Just do what I say, and I won't shoot you..."

Celeste tried to calm down but failed, hope fading quickly from her, she was breathing heavily and her eyes were clouded with tears yet she tried to calm down once again. She needed to find a way to deal with that situation without giving the impression of being a little girl but there was nothing else to do. The woman had absolute control over her life. Celeste knew it, and she hated it but since she could not do anything else, she kept crying until the sonorous sobbing gave way to silent tears.

She listened carefully for a hint that could help her dissuade the woman from doing that but her adamantine resolution did not give Celeste any chance of replying back. So she did as she say and moved pass the kitchen door into the living room. As she walked toward the main door of the bunker, tears continued to roll down her pale cheeks but all the same her eyes displayed an unlimited hatred.

She stopped at the big doors, the doors that protected her for long that now where about to throw her to the outside world. Celeste hesitated a moment, then started the arduous task of turning the heavy wheel to release the locks on the door. With the vault door unlocked and wide open, the sand and dust from the outside started to get inside, bumping inside her nose and throat in their way in. She coughed heavily, her throat and eyes highly irritated by the dust. Where these the remains of other people? Still, she feared the gun much more than the blazing sun that hit her skin and at least she could walk away with an ounce of dignity if she followed her instructions. Maybe she could even walk through the wasteland to find the bone fortress and ask for help. It sounded like a good plan on her mind but when gazed the endless nothingness, she knew it was just a childish fantasy. It was the end.

The outside Air assaulted them. Seyta was use to it though and barely even flinched, the filters in the bunker made it smell like a hospital anyway. With a strong shove of the pistol she pushed Celeste through the door. As soon as they were both clear of the entry Seyta gave to quick sharp whistles. The signal for Roach Jez and the minions.

"Time for you to learn about the outside world again..." Seyta didn't have a specific plan in mind but the idea of literally dragging her thought the dirt and possibly cutting off her hair seemed like good torture methods.

Clank-clank-clank

It was music to his ears, he hummed merrily to it as the door lurched, and then slowly swung open. He hears a whistle, and his minions gathered about excitedly. All of the sounds came together in a chorus in his mind, and he directed it as any great composer should. The great big bug turned and danced toward the form of the very, very afraid girl, and her harasser, waving his hands about in the air, and humming merrily.

The music came to a rest as he neared the two, and stopped, his voice cutting in sharply. "Seyta, child." He focussed on her heavily, taking a moment to register her existence, an act of sheer will power, helped out by the fact thast she was holding a gun, and thast he knew for certain she was there. After a moment, he was able to register the look on her face and everything. "We are not to harm her, nor are we to bring her outside, should she not wish it... This is her home after all." He looked to the girl, and nodded his head again. "You may grab what you will from the inside, though. Don't make a mess... I'm sure the home owner doesn't mind... correct?" He slowly placed a han on Celeste's shoulder, gently, speaking in a tone that proveighed quite clearly that she didn't have a choice in any of this. "Now... why don't we all get inside, and warm? I have some questions, and yes, some demands, and this is csimply a horrible setting for such things, and I right?"

As he spoke, he steered Celeste around in a circle, and then back into the safe house, waving his minions, Seyta, and Jez in behind him. He was sure they ere confused... by all accounts, Celeste was to be harmed... perhaps their leader'd had a change of heart? "My very rich dear... do you know what it is a creature like me desires?" Best to start the conversation early...

Jezebel was bored. She didn’t like being taken out of the action this much but really what else is there for her to do? Her orders were to wait with Mister Bug until the doors were opened for them. She was fairly certain she could have simply smashed them open (her confidence was just that high), but she was told to let Seyta handle it (whoever THAT was). So she had to amuse herself with other tasks.

Namely crushing the bones of a skeleton she found!! She didn’t know what the animal USED to be but it sure was fun taking the bones in the palm of her hand, crushing them into bonemeal, and then letting the scatter to the breeze. She was good at making up games.

Snap…Palm…Crush!

Snap…Palm…Crush!!

Snap…Palm…Crush!!!

WHIIIIIISTLE!!

She looked up when she heard a whistle cut through the air. That was supposed to be the other woman’s signal, right? As she dropped the last of the bones she crushing, she paused when she caught sight of several of Mr. Bug’s minions staring at her in awe. Their eyes drifted from the bones to Jezebel’s palms caked white from crushing things. She arched and brow as she stood to her full height and picked up her trident.

“Idiots.”[/b] she muttered as she turned and started to follow Roach back to the bunker.

The conversation was short, sweet, and to the mysterious point. She was not entirely sure why Roach was being so nice to the little debutante when they were just going to steal everything she had. But she was not going to argue. She was ready for some action. Leaning her trident against her shoulder, she smirked at the tiny young woman and followed them towards the opening.

A mischievous voice inside her head repeated her words in a stupid mocking tone. “Time for you to learn about the outside world…” She knew all that there was to know about the outside world; after all, she had eyes in different corners of the wasteland and she had witnessed the effect of the sun and malnourishment in several trades. It was because she knew about the outside world that she wanted to be inside so badly.
That irritating dust was cutting her throat from the inside like a very sharp knife; she could not breathe easily and that dust made her cough almost continuously. It was a miracle that she did not choke to death with all that dirt flying in all directions. It was also a miracle that her eyes could still produce tears when everything around them was so dry and dead.
The biped roach was repulsive, the nightmare of nightmares, the most disgusting thing ever created and yet, that bug was behaving in a very humane way. Its very existence was a puzzle, a very bad cosmic joke and it was impossible for her to guess what it was going to happen with her. Was all that kindness a way to lure her into a false sense of safety? Did he want to give her hope to tear it apart later? As she suspected, there was not a coincidence that she was visited by a giant cockroach that same day. It was at that very moment that the woman wearing a poncho sneaked inside the bunker… how could she be that stupid and let it happen? She did not even notice the giant cockroach disguised as an old woman until it was too late… but what was the point on letting her alive and unharmed? What was the point on commanding the poncho lady to sneak in when he could have opened the door on his own?

She waited in silence without daring to look at the disgusting roach and his “small” cousins; she did not even dare to glance at the red hulky lady for fear of enraging her, if experience taught she something was that red skin means troubles. But then the roach spoke with his human-like voice and she had no other option than to acknowledge its existence.
Celeste knew it was probably a lie but she could not avoid thinking that maybe it was not the end, maybe there was some hope for her… her eyes sparkled with life for a moment, the mere mention of that hidden clause managed to bring a faint smile to her lips. Was she safe with these monsters? Could she trust the word of a sentient bug?
Before she could decide if she wanted to cling to that little particle of hope, the roach addressed her again, this time with a question. She tried to reply immediately for fear of reprisal but her throat refused to produce any sound aside from a painful cough, so she nodded energetically as the little girl she did not wanted to be.

She did not see how the interior of the bunker could be warmer than a post apocalyptic environment but she kept her mouth closed and let him walk her to the bunker. The roach then claimed to had questions and demands. She could imagine what kind of demands, food, clothes, weapons… but she could not picture what a bug could want to ask her. Of course she was very knowledgeable but what he could be so interested in questioning escaped her grasp.

A more tangible question was pronounced by the cockroach as they walked inside the bunker, a question Celeste had no idea how to answer. What was he expecting her to say? It was impossible for her to guess, it was impossible for any person alive to guess right… so she picked the first that come to her mind. “A fine bottle of Scotch?”

Seyta stared at Roach. He had to be kidding. He can't just randomly change plans like that. Unless he lied to her. Roach did things like that. He broke the deal once, brought her back to life, kept the deal, and now he changed the plan. She didn't like it.

Seyta quickly pointed the gun at Roach and stared into his eyes. She hated those eyes, they where impossible to read. She stood there for a full 5 seconds, visibly fuming at the change of plans. Roach was keeping her from bringing this girl back down to earth. Keeping Seyta from giving the girl what she deserved.

"There better be a reason for this..." It took some efort but Seyta uncocked the revolver and stuck it into her belt along with the scotch and her knife. "And the scotch is mine... She backed in through the door and leaned against a wall waiting. She wanted to be in as much control over her own situation as she could.

My oh my, was that little Seyta being the bold little firecracker he'd always hoped she'd be? Unfortunately she'd decided to be bold in his direction; he briefly imagined chewing on her face. Not now, he told himself; he needed her at the moment.

He also told himself that if she showed disloyalty in the future, he would simply have to eat her. Then again, he wasn't planning on the "future" being much of a thing... More on that later.

"Dearest Jezebel, Do take our lovely, sweet bunker baby, and have her lead us to my new bomb. You have some heavy lifting to get done, after all." He looked about the bunker, and then sighed contently. "Quite a nice place you have here... Seyta. You may relax as we proceed. I'm sure you didn't come here just to grab one paltry bottle of scotch... " He turned and looked to his minions.

"And you... Don't break anything. Really... Don't break anything. Nothing. Better yet. Don't touch any- Enrique! I saw that... Drop it! Drop it now!" He yelled threateningly, and a small buggy hand replaced a vase, poking it a few more times anxiously. "What a hand full... Children, so hard to manage, you know?" He turned to Celeste, as if she would come close to understanding the woes of parenting. "And remember... Don't shoot the nuke. Please, please, please... Don't shoot the nuke."

BLAM!

"... or anything else..." He Turned to Celeste once more. "You... you didn't need that vase, did you? Oh well. Off to grab my new toy!"

Things were getting interesting! She had to smirk a bit at the idea of Seyta pointing that gun directly at Mr. Bug. Normally she would have been quick to jump in and stand guard. Not that Roach needed her protection, but it was a good enough gesture that it kept her within his good graces. Considering the cruel world that she lived in, she would need as many connections as she could possibly get.

But she was interested in seeing how this would play out. She was certain that this would be an incident that Roach would never forget. After all, what else did he have to think about in an apocalyptic wasteland other than revenge?

In silence she followed behind, snickering a little to herself as they stepped inside of the bunker that the young girl had occupied. Jezebel whistled to herself, peering around, and seeing all the finery that the girl had managed to collect for herself. How ridiculous! She had working lights, stockpiles of food, and esthetic décor that had absolutely no purpose in the world at the end of the world. This really was rather stupid. It was a good thing they were taking everything away from her. Teach that little girl some humility.

>> "Dearest Jezebel, Do take our lovely, sweet bunker baby, and have her lead us to my new bomb. You have some heavy lifting to get done, after all."

She smirked and nodded. Now it was finally time for her to get to play.

Hefting up her bloodied trident, Jezebel smiled sweetly at Celeste before her lips twisted into a more menacing sneer. She pointed the prongs of her trident at the young girl and nodded to her.

“You heard Mr. Bug, sweetie,”[/b] she smiled. “Why don’t you lead the way and stop making Auntie Jez waiting?”[/b]