The rebellion wasn't so minor to Irina, however; it had consumed her entire life for months. After witnessing her husband of under a year -- an innoce...t passerby -- be gunned down by soldiers trying to break up a riot, she searched out a way to join up. She participated in several successful operations, and was now sent out on her first solo mission.After driving for nearly an hour, Irina reached her destination: An intersection that, according to their intelligence, a convoy of troops was. Gretchen Holtz was a tall blonde with obvious Nordic heritage. A woman of restrained good looks, she dressed professionally in a conservative suit with moderate heels. Fry speculated that she might be a world of fun when she was off-duty, but on-duty she was a serious agent for the United States Government.“What’s our status?” Fry asked once they were in the car.“The Bundeskriminalamt or BKA has guards patrolling the Platz and area immediately surrounding the museum and library,” Gretchen said,. Carm was declared the winner of the match by TKO.The rest of the exhibitions eliminated everyone but two fighters. Connors and her were in the final match against each other. Many who knew them were looking forward to the rematch.The match started with a stand up fight that Carm was winning at just like their earlier one. In the middle of the match Connors went for her legs. Carm sprawled as a defense against it. Leaning her upper body into him and her lower body away, she kept her legs out of. "Alright! Ever since I can remember my mommy...er...mother used to callme..." Sorry? I couldn't quite make that out, what was it she called you?"Hanna asked sweetly."I said it; don't make me say it again so everyone can hear." Orendawined."Either say it so everyone can hear or eat one of those candies." Beckygrumbled."LILYBEE! My mother used to call me Lilybee. Is everybody happy now?"There was dead silence in the tent for what seemed like an eternity,but if truth be told it actually lasted for.