"I…I heard from Alice," Blair said as she took a step forward. "Maybe you should sit down."

"No, just tell me, please," she said, barely above a whisper as she struggled to breath. 

Blair ran a hand through her hair, inhaling deeply and said in a trembling voice, "They got her."

"No, that’s not true. No, no…" she croaked, backing away towards the wall. "Maggie is very careful; she wouldn’t let herself be captured. She wouldn’t…she promised, she promised she’d come back."

"It’s true, they were ambushed." Blair grasped her hands, "They shot Emile and Paul, they’re dead. Jean-Pierre was the only who escaped, he saw everything."

She felt a sudden flare of anger, her voice rose, "He let them captured her? That bastard left her there?!"

"Bianca, there was nothing he could do. He’s only one man and there were ten of them," Blair reasoned gently. 

Vile fear gripped her; she knew what they do to the prisoners, how they tortured them, in particular the resistance fighters and Maggie was one of them. 

Her legs gave way, she slid down to the floor, "Is she…do they know if she’s still alive?"

Blair kneeled beside her friend, lying gentle hands on her shoulders, "No, they don’t."

"When was this?" 

"Two days ago."

She gasped, her world reeling in pain. Two days could be a lifetime; she thought of the things they could be doing to Maggie and found her strength dissolving. Maggie was a stubborn woman, loyal to a fault, she would never give them the information they wanted and that was what going to kill her. 

She felt warm hands cupping her face, forcing her to look up. Blair said, "Bianca, Jo and Dana will get her out. One way or another, they will."

At the mention of Jo, she chided herself for being selfish, knowing the worry Blair must be feeling, "Where is Jo?"

Blair dropped her hands to her lap; she said resignedly, "Somewhere, plotting, I guess." A beat. "I know they’re doing something. Dana is at the airfield, getting ready to fly out with some supplies. Alice is there, probably trying to beat the truth out of her. You know they never tell us anything, they always think we need to be protected like we’re some weak and meek women," she ended with a chuckle.