Elsewhere in a cell
Anya lay on the small bunk and stared up at the ceiling. She wanted to be up pacing the small cell, but she couldn't move. Somehow the bastards had managed to deactivate her nanites leaving her paralyzed. All she could do was lay there and hope a rescue would come soon.
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