MALIBU ENCLAVE.
8. 21 P.M
A large rodent pokes its head through the metal bars of her cell before finally hopping in. Amara looks at the black rat with indignation. She pulled off her heels and shoos the rodent away.
She examines the plaster on the inside of her cell. It is so thick, made with concrete and there is no single crack on it.
Across from her, a haggard looking first lady is scraping off the mortar around the hinges of the metal bar. Distantly, she hears screaming as some of the inmates were being tortured.
"Damn Adams." She cursed under her breath.
She is supposed to be on a rescue mission and here she was sitting in a dark and uncomfortable cell, doing nothing and awaiting a fate she wasn't sure of yet.
She jerks up as she sees a soldier pass by. She moved to the cell's metal bar and signaled him. This was her only chance.
"A cup of water, please!" She implored.