[Flashback]
Eighteen-year-old Ashley winced as she touched the side of her forehead. The fresh cut still stung, along with the other visible bruises — both fresh and old — scattered across her body.
"Damn it," she hissed, glancing at herself through the side mirror from the front passenger seat.
Behind the wheel, Scott slid his eyes toward her. "Miss, you should go straight to the hospital," he advised, shifting his gaze away from the bandage wrapped around her arm and back onto the road ahead.
"Some of your injuries look serious."
Ashley raised her brows as she looked at him.
"After I meet him," was all she said, snapping her attention back to the flashing city lights outside her window.
"He already knows the mission was a success and that the other party has been dealt with," Scott remarked. "There's no need for you to go home."
But Ashley didn't respond anymore.
