Into the Fire
Zoey slowly came back to the world. She was in some kind of restraints, apparently. They felt tight... and she could smell chemicals. She was in some kind of lab, and people were talking.
"Ssso here she iss," said one voice. It was impatient, and... worried? "I held up my end of it. Give me my payment."
"Yes, well, here she is for the moment," said another voice, cold and detached. "You'll get what's coming to you after we're done with her."
"That wasssn't the deal!"
"It's just a small delay. Patience."