"Theresa, this is serious!" Blake yelled, concerned. He quickly shut the door behind him, so they could take privately.

"What's going on?" Trubel asked, terrified. She could tell that something was very, very wrong by looking at Blake's panicked expression.

"Bonaparte wanted me to come and find you. He wants to test you to make sure you're loyal to him now," Blake explained.

"I've done everything that he's wanted!" Trubel yelled, baffled.

"I know. I'm sorry. This is going to be bad," Blake said.

"What do you mean?"

"He's going to ask you to kill Nick," Blake said.

"What!?" Trubel asked. "No, way. Blake, you know that I would never do that!"

"You wouldn't, but Bonaparte's Theresa would," Blake said.

"I'm not killing Nick to convince Bonaparte of my act!" Trubel yelled.

"You don't have to. I watched Bonaparte. He's going to hand you a gun, and it isn't going to be loaded. You, of course, aren't supposed to know that. You need to put the gun to Nick's head and pull the trigger."

"I can't!" Trubel said.

"You have to. Nothing is going to happen. The gun isn't loaded."

"What if Bonaparte decides to load it? Or, what if you're lying to me," she said, beginning to glare at him.

"I'm not lying. I warning you. You need to trust me and shoot Nick. It's the only way to get Nick and Vincent to leave you alone. It's the only way to keep them safe. It's the only way for you and me to keep working on our plan."

"I'm going to throw up," Trubel said, looking pale.

"You have to look like you want to kill Nick. You're supposed to think he's a coward and he disgusts you. Trubel, you have to act mad when the shot doesn't kill him."

Trubel shook her head. She really did look like she was going to be sick.

"Mentally prepare yourself. At least you won't actually have to kill Nick. I already told Vincent to meet us in the interrogation room, and the pack is already getting Nick. Remember to be surprised that Bonaparte is going to ask you to kill Nick."

"Nick?" Trubel asked.

Nick opened his eyes and looked at her. She actually looked kind of scared to him. In reality, she was absolutely terrified.

"Do you want to do this?" Nick asked her.

"I... I don't know," she said. I can't do this! I really, really don't want to do this!

"Of course you do, Theresa," Bonaparte said. "Do it."

She stared at Nick.

"Trubel?" Nick asked.

Yeah, Nick. It's me. I'm here. I would never hurt you. I love you. I can't do this. I can't do this.

"Don't call me that!" she yelled and raised the gun, aiming it at his forehead. Oh my, God. I can't do this. I can't do it.

Trubel thought about putting the gun against her own head and pulling the trigger. If it didn't go off, she would be alive, but it would be a death sentence to her and her friends.

"I don't blame you for anything. I'm sorry I couldn't help you. Do what you have to do," Nick said quietly.

Nick, please stop talking. You don't ever need to be sorry. You have always helped me. I could never kill you, especially not to save my own life. I can't do this. I can't do this. I can't do this. I can't do this!

"I don't need your permission," she said. She took a deep breath and pulled the trigger.

The gun clicked.

Trubel was relieved, but couldn't act like it. She was still in shock from what she had just done, and all she could do was stare at the gun that hadn't gone off.

She remembered that she needed to be surprised.

She yelled, lashed out, and threw the gun at the mirror. She hoped that she hadn't gone too far by doing that.

Bonaparte was too happy to care.

"It's good to have you back, Theresa," Bonaparte said, placing his hand on her shoulder.

She took a deep breath and nodded submissively. "I need to go," she pleaded. Her heart was beating fast, she couldn't stand the stares of Nick and Vincent, and she really felt sick.

"Do whatever you want, my girl. I'm so proud of you." Bonaparte caressed the side of her face with his hand.

Theresa flinched so slightly that Bonaparte didn't even notice.

Get your hands off of me, you creep.

She walked past him and started running. She didn't know where.

Her first stop was the bathroom in her room. She threw up. She was beyond stressed out.

I can't believe that just happened.

After a while, she started to feel better. Bonaparte wanted to keep Nick alive which was fantastic.

Now, she was hungry and began to wander around the halls again.

But, most of all, she wanted to be alone. It helped her act, of course, but she also couldn't' stand being around the betrayed Nick and Vincent. They were so hurt, and it was hard to watch. She wanted to hide away from the world for a few hours if she could.

First, she stumbled across Max. She saw him and remembered how badly she had wanted to kill him after what he did to her.

But he was scared and he had tried to help her before.

His presence when the Siegbarste first took her hadn't made much of a difference, except it showed her that she had no one on her side.

But even if he hadn't helped lure her out of solitary, she still would have gotten tortured by Bonaparte's friends.

They would have killed Max if he hadn't helped them.

It took seeing Max for Trubel to realize that she forgave him. Of course, she couldn't let him know that.

After her visit with Max, she went back to her room. When she woke up, she had no idea what her next move would be.

Later that day, she found herself at Sarah's workplace.

Trubel wanted to figure out Sarah's intentions and views, but until she was sure, Trubel had to keep acting like a jerk. It was a chore because Trubel really did like Sarah and was grateful for her help when she was in the infirmary.

Trubel was able to figure out that Sarah was suckered into working for Black Claw and didn't have a way out. Her descriptions and viewpoints sounded eerily similar to Vincent's. Trubel decided to keep up her bitch act because, if Sarah knew the truth, she might decide to share it with Vincent and Nick. Trubel had to keep her secrets to herself to keep everyone safe.

Despite her efforts, Trubel felt like Sarah could see right through her: Trubel wasn't exactly sure why she chose to go visit Sarah in the first place, and Sarah could tell. Sarah also wanted Trubel to stick around and help her take inventory - the complete opposite reaction of everyone else who believed Trubel's act. And, Sarah gave Trubel a reprimanding look every time she said something mean as if Sarah was aware that Trubel knew better than to act like that.

Though the visit was nerve wracking, it was worth it. Trubel had been able to find out valuable information, like how to kill a Siegbarste or a Matanca Zumbido...

Sarah's concoctions would be very useful to Trubel when she decided to fight with Bonaparte's friends.

The part she hated most about the visit with Sarah was when it ended. Trubel knew that 'shooting' Nick and hiding away for 24 hours was probably making her look bad to Bonaparte.

When she went to talk to him, she had two goals:

Convince Bonaparte that she was loyal to him

Find out how to get as far away from him as possible

She decided to request permission to go outside the compound and bring in HW agents. This would strengthen Bonaparte's trust in her, weaken Vincent and Nick's trust in her, and would secretly help Nick and Vincent.

She would successfully bring in HW agents, hopefully without having to hurt them. Then, she would get information from them if she could. Finally, she knew that Nick and Vincent would try to convince all of the new recruits to join them; and after Trubel made their lives hell for 24 hours, they would agree to help with the revolution.

Of course, all of it sounded good, in theory, but Trubel needed to test it. She also needed a place to start. She would have to talk to Adam Smith for information.

After talking to Smith, she had all of the names, the dates, and everything else she needed to last her for months.

She decided to go after a man named Charles Jones. He was younger, he was a Klaustreich, and Adam Smith said that she would probably find him at a bar in downtown Portland any day of the week as long as it was after 9:00 pm.

He would most likely be alone and a little drunk - an easy target. The best part was that he was actually pretty popular in the HW world. He was a good fighter, had been on plenty of missions, and was an agent for HW for multiple years.

He was perfect.

Trubel was on her way to leave when she found Vincent waiting for her in the garage.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" he asked.

It's good to see you, too, Trubel thought. She had to remind herself to stay angry. Vincent couldn't know what she was doing.

"Out. I'm going to bring in more people from HW, not that it's any of your business, anyway!" she yelled.

"You shouldn't go alone," Vincent said stepping towards the car.

He's still worried about me after everything I did to him, Trubel thought guiltily. Stop it, Vincent! You are making this harder for both of us!

"If you get in this car, I'm driving it straight into a tree, you got it?!"

"Why, Theresa?" Vincent asked with a pleading tone.

"Why, what?"

"Why?! Why do you do anything?!" Vincent asked.

"None. Of. Your. Business!" she yelled. She didn't know how to answer his question anyway.

"I think it is. I want to know why you aren't fighting back anymore." Vincent said. Trubel thought about how sad she made him. She felt horrible, but couldn't show it - like always.

"If you don't shut up, I am going to fight back against someone," she warned.

"I want to know why you stopped loving me," Vincent said, clearly struggling with the new reality he was faced with.

Trubel's heart sank. I wouldn't be protecting you if I didn't love you.

Trubel mentally cringed. She would have to hurt him if she wanted to protect him. She didn't want to, but she also didn't have a choice. "Let me make this absolutely clear to you," Trubel said, getting in his face. "I hate you and I hate Nick because you are cowards, and you disgust me. Just because you were able to trick me into caring about you for one night doesn't mean that I ever loved you! I am different and you can either accept that, or you don't."

Please accept it, Trubel thought.

"I won't," said Vincent, sounding determined.

Damn it!

"Then, I'll let Bonaparte know, and hopefully he'll let me put a bullet through your brain," she replied scathingly.

Please give up, Vincent, she begged internally.

"I promised I wouldn't give up on you," Vincent said.

Take a hint, idiot! Trubel thought. Now I have to do this. I'm sorry, Vince!

Trubel punched him in the face and chest. She broke a few of his ribs and hit him hard enough to give him a concussion. "No, you didn't. You promised that to a different girl. God! You just don't get it, do you?!" she growled at him while he fell to the ground choking from the blow to his chest.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, she thought as she walked to the black sedan and got in.

Please move, she pleaded as she hit the gas. She drove it straight for the choking Vincent, who moved out of the way at the last minute.

The tires of Trubel's car squealed as she sped away.

As soon as she was a few miles away from the compound, she pulled the car over on the side of the road.

She found herself sitting alone, in the dark, in the middle of nowhere.

She loosened up the scowl that had been fixed on her face for the past few days, and let herself relax, think, and prepare.

Her hands still held onto the steering wheel. She slumped over and let her head rest on them.

She groaned to herself.

"What am I doing?" she asked the nothingness that surrounded her.

It was true that she had a plan and was working towards a goal which was better than nothing. But she couldn't help feeling like she would never escape the hell that she was living in. She was outside the compound, free to wander alone, Bonaparte was finally happy with her, but she still felt like she was a prisoner.

She wanted it all to end. She wanted to be able to see her friends again, go on a case with Nick, go to the movies or do something stupid like that with Vincent.

As she rested her head on the steering wheel, trying to steady her breathing, she thought about how she was losing herself.

She didn't know how much longer she could take it.

When Vincent didn't come back from his mission to find Theresa, Nick got concerned and started looking for him. It upset him that he actually had to worry that Theresa killed him. Nick found Vincent (and Blake) in the infirmary.

"What happened?"

"I found him in the garage," Blake answered. "Apparently, he made Theresa mad."

"She tried to run me over with a car," Vincent said sadly. "That is after she punched me in the face and chest," he added.

"A few of his ribs are broken, and he has a mild concussion," the doctor said, looking up from paperwork that she was working on.

Nick shook his head in frustration. "Where is she?" he asked.

"She's looking for HW agents to bring in," Blake said.

Nick and Vincent exchanged a pained expression.

"I should go tell Bonaparte what happened," Blake said, about to leave.

"Wait a minute," Nick said grabbing Blake's arm. "You helped Vincent get here?"

"Yeah," Blake said uncomfortably while pulling his arm away from Nick. "Why?"

"Why'd you help Vincent?" Nick asked.

Uh-oh! Blake thought, worried that Nick was going to figure out the game he and Trubel were playing.

"Someone has to clean up Theresa's messes," he explained.

"You never do that," Vincent said from the hospital bed.

"Well, I can't just leave you in the parking lot!" Blake yelled defensively. "Or else, I get in trouble. And who knows how Bonaparte is going to punish Theresa this time?"

"You care what Bonaparte does to Theresa?" Nick asked.

"Let me stop you right there," Blake began, still defensive. "I know what you're getting at, and you are wrong."

"So you don't care about Theresa?" Vincent clarified.

"No wonder she punched you," Blake mumbled. "Look, I don't care about what happens to her. Before, I felt like I owed her because of all the stuff I did, but I'm starting to realize that what I did isn't nearly as bad as what Bonaparte does. And she loves him for it, anyway." Blake paused as he tried to compose a more thorough excuse. "So, I don't feel like I owe her anymore. But I've been watching her and Bonaparte, and I think I could get a pretty sweet promotion if I work with her rather than against her." Blake grinned at Vincent, "So I'm basically replacing you. And I don't care what Bonaparte does to punish her. My only problem is that she gets super violent and hard to work with when Bonaparte goes too far. That's it."

The doctor had left the room a while ago to let Vincent, Nick, and Blake converse, so Nick felt at the liberty to ask, "What about everything you told me before? How you thought Theresa and I were good people, and how you felt sorry for everything that had happened?"

"I'm over it," Blake said, sounding incredibly bored. "I mean, you're cool and everything, but I can't get promoted and be friends with you. When it comes down to it, I would rather be higher on the food chain than hang with you guys and get murdered."

"You're a coward," Vincent announced.

"I'm smart. If you guys were smart, you'd join me," Blake said.

"We'd rather die with a little dignity," Nick responded bitterly.

"Whatever," Blake said. "I'll see you guys around." He winked and walked out of the door.

He was happy that Nick and Vincent had bought his story.