Yup

As Maria tried to get the pain in her skull under control sounds started to filter down to her. Foot falls on concrete, squeaking of wheels on trolleys and a low constant sobbing.

Deep breaths, Maria thought, running through the techniques she had been taught for just this kind of situation.

Eventually the pain faded enough for her to take her hand away from her eyes and look around the room she was in. A horrible sense of deja vu washed over her as she took in the bare brick walls, illuminated by a single bare bulb.

It was all so familiar, she had been here before although not in the flesh. The nightmares, that had faded from her mind so quickly, now came rushing back. The suffering of others was overwhelming as she began to hyperventilate, spots flashing across her eyes.

What the hell happened to my back up? She wondered to herself as she fought to regain some kind of control.

It was hard, her mind felt like a rabid dog on the end of chain, straining to break free and give in to blind panic. It took every single trick she had ever learned to bring her mind back into line and there were moments where it felt like it would slip away.

All the while she keeps coming back to the question of what happened to her back up only serves to twist the knife. They had scoped the club out so carefully, every tunnel and path in and out of the place was being watched.

Either she had not left the club yet or else these people had more power than she had suspected..

She prayed to whichever gods might be listening that it was the former.