A mind of her own

After finally making it to the roof, he pulled in the line. Still crouching, he looked around, doing a quick survey. There seemed to be no direct threats, and he got up. There were three small windows in the roof, some twelve feet apart, lighting up red in
his night goggles. He got down again and, on his belly, slid to the first one, and took a peak.

An empty corridor, about ten feet below him. It was well lit, but due to the angle, he couldn't see very far. No sign of life though, which was definitely a good thing. On to the next one.
Half way through, he paused and just lay there, pricking up his ears. Just some far away, lonely bird sounds from the surrounding woods. So far, so good.
A sort of prison cell, he would think, again roughly ten feet below. And it was occupied.

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Taking of the goggles, he tried to make sense of the shape, down there at the floor. It was a woman, but she was trapped in a device, so contorted, that it took him a few seconds to figure it out. The contraption appeared to consist of two black, leather pouches, for the upper and the lower body, keeping the arms and legs trapped, crossed upwards behind the body, with holes for the hands and feet.

She was lying face down, and she was wearing some sort of matching leather hood, so in any other case, he would have had a hard time identifying her. But the ginger ponytail, floating from a hole in the hood, and the freckles gave it away. For sure, it was Kathy O'Connor. His fellow agent and partner on this mission. He sighed.

Earlier that evening, they had had a heated debate over tactics, which ended with her storming off to do things her way, effectively pulling rank.
And now look at her. Yes, a fiery redhead, for sure. Trained as an MMA fighter, good with guns, even better with knives. Had a mind of her own. Would never take No for an answer.

He would have to get her out of there, for sure, but he would be damned if he did not turn this into a lesson, too.

Like the corridor before, the cell was well lit, but it was quite small, and he could easily oversee it. She was all by her helpless self. He pulled a small device from his utility belt, and then softly tapped on the window glass. She raised her head (only move she was capable of, he assumed) and looked around, disorientated. He tapped again, and with difficulty, she looked up, over her shoulder, and saw him.

First her eyes went big and wide with relief, but when she saw what he went to do next, her gaze went furious. As he took picture after picture of her.