Chapter 43: the breaker III

"Ah, I see. No wonder you're so big headed and bossy," I commented and just as expected, a slight whack connected with the back of my skull.

"Misogynist," she scoffed, etching on her face a deep scowl. It was absurd that in spite of the formal and serious moment, a faint verbal slapstick still laced it's way through.

"We should focus," I voiced after I had observed that she too was on the verge of displaying a sign of amusement. Her eyes met mine, there weren't seeming as bloodshot as it was upon first meeting. They looked clearer with an indeterminate shine to them.

"Borno military collapsed a long time ago, how long have you been here?"

"It's been two years since they raided and seized this province. I was the only one who survived the attack. Men, women and children perished, Agent. They were my family," she unravelled, the force of sorrow that overtook her tone was enough to be the breaker upon any humane soul.

I swept my gaze over her once more and my jaw clenched on insti