A heavy, suffocating silence fell over the clearing as the snow leopards absorbed Hana's words.
Her dark eyes gleamed with a cold, mocking amusement. She knew exactly what she was doing. She had no problem admitting she took it all, but watching them squirm under the weight of their own greed and ignorance was far more satisfying.
"Well?" Hana asked, her voice dropping into a dangerous, quiet register. "I'm waiting. Which one of you wants to be the first to show me the stolen treasures on my person?"
The tribe members looked at one another, completely bewildered. They looked at her flat, empty palms, then at her form-fitting clothes that couldn't possibly hide a single ration bar, let alone the massive crates they knew were stored inside.
She had walked in empty-handed, and she had walked out empty-handed.
