One Big Mistake

The spy was already half-way across the room by the time Jodi had loosened her hold over the door handle. She flattened herself against the door as the upcoming hand grabbed her throat, her heightened senses detected the foul smell of yeast, old sweat, and the cold smell of dirt from a forest floor.
He was not a boy.
Instead he was something more terrifying. As he jerked her up with his vicious grip, Jodi reconsidered her stupid choice and gagged. She made a frantic grab for his hands and could barely surround his wrists with her fingers, but she could feel a thick vein bulge defiantly under her grip.
“Wai-kkkkt!” She cried, grimacing. “WAIGT—Puglease leggo o' me--!”
What happened next came fast. With a disconcerting ease he dragged her across the room and threw her on the bed, Jodi struggled to get up as she plunged into the giant mattress of feathers, but found herself pinned by the shoulders.
“GET OFF ME, YOU STUPID FUCK!” She barked.
She attempted to knee his pelvis and scraped her nails as hard as she can on his fingers. She saw the eyes widen on the man's face as she tried everything to get his hands off. She grabbed the flesh between his hands and forearms an twisted it as hard as she can. She was frightened up to the point of throwing up. The larger man attempted to shuck off her attacks, but as Jodi fought to raise herself and fly at his face, he slapped her attacks away, forcing her back down between her attacks.
“I'M--” She shouted, “--TRYING--” She fisted the air, trying to hit him before another hand would land on her bur something grabbed her hair and shoved her head into the mattress.
“Oh-for-fuck's-sake, I've been TRYING to HELP YOU!” She snapped.
Silence walked in. Jodi stared at the arm over her head, having made herself pause to watch the man's reaction.
“...help?” The gravelly voice drew out.
Jodi took a deep, shaky breath.“I know what you're doing.” Jodi said. “But you're being way too obvious at it.”
“So you are helping me by kicking and screaming before telling me this?!” The man snarled, his fingers tightened her scalp, making her grimace at the pain.
“OH just—get off me, will you?” She snapped, she pulled his hand and kicked, not as ferociously as before, but more to show her annoyance. The hand gave way, and Jodi quickly took the chance to roll away from him.
Climbing cautiously, she stood against the wall next to the bed and fought to regain her breath. They stared at each other, catty and full of suspicion. The man's face was of local origin. She had know idea if she was right or wrong, but his face looked american, probably by several generations of isolated inbreeding, a couple of instances with native women, and then more inbreeding again.
His face was unshaven and smeared with dirt for non-recognition, and dressed absent-mindedly like a red coat. Their uniforms were very common in this camp, even the germans were switching for their uniforms, apparently with no desire to be mistaken with their regiment that prompted many yanks to shoot at sight. In this case, this man had probably snagged it from one of the many corpses.
“Well, that was a fine how-do-you-do from you.” Jodi said.
“And who the hell are you?” The gruff man asked.
“Johanna Keese.” She drew out, “Keese, you know, as in K-E-E-S-E.”
She never told that to Anna nor anyone else. She had to remain careful when she signed her new name over the documentations of her and Mme. Wimund's confession, changing her last name from Keese, into Keys. Curious wanderings through the internet in the past had shown her that her surname was dutch in origin. One of the predominant ethnic groups in the revolutionary side.
But apparently, the man's stony face paid no recognition to her name.
Jodi sighed, “My father was a farmer.” She said, “I was kidnapped from home.”
“I used to slaughter animals to make pretty things for girls.” He replied, “but then an army of devils decided to come and fuck my country over.”
His smile gleamed at her without any trace of mirth.
Jodi glared at him, “Alright. Next subject. What are you looking for?”
“Why should I tell you, wench?”
“Well 'cause, maybe I want to help you find what you're looking for fast, so you can get out of here sooner, and I want to see you well without anyone else finding out.”
“So speaks the woman who lives here.”
He got up from the bed.
“Be grateful it was me who walked by.” Jodi snapped back, “Do you even know what you're looking for? And anyway, I would've called the men up here or screamed.”
The ex-fur-trapper grunted, seeking through the papers with his hands. Jodi's body itched impatiently as she waited for his response. She walked around the bed.
“And If—if I am such a big fan of the red coats, I could have stayed outside, rather than—GOING inside—and risking death or rape from a total stranger who I have no idea who the hell he is.”
The soldier's head jerked up from his task. Jodi dropped her head to one side, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked down at him. Dropping to her knees, she picked up a sheet and squinted at it.
“Just tell me what do you need.” She said, trying to sound sincere, her eyes flitted back to his face “But I want you to do me a favor as well.”
He looked too rough to sympathise with her at all, but Jodi could have sworn his eyes had softened in the little light. “What will that be?” He asked.
I want you to get me out of here?
Jodi looked back at the paper. She weighed her options, wondering her fate if she put her life in his hands, or staying in this camp. Any place around this area is not safe. The red coats are probably right now at their height of power. If they're all over New York they've got to be all over the east. She can't go to the west because it is still unknown territory. Living with the natives sure does sound romantic, but Jodi knew that was all just Hollywood's influence on her. She had no idea about what they were like, let alone their culture, and god knows what they'd do to her if she stuck her foot into their territory.
But one thing was for certain; This camp is going to be wiped away with the others as soon as the war escalates to its end. She'll be caught in the cross-fire, and probably killed. But add the fact that she has never tried to survive in anything: most likely killed.
Jodi sighed and wiped a hand over her face.
“I told you I got a family.” She said morosely. “I've got brothers that still can't even walk.” She made herself choke abruptly at that part, and continued hurriedly, rasping with feeling, “Unless my parents hadn't already packed up and left or even been obliterated... I want to go and make sure they're still alright, and get them out of here! I know my family can't do it alone, alright? Just save me from this place so I can come back...please.”
She snorted and pretended to wipe her nose, scrunching her face up to look as aggrieved as possible. Her skin prickled with nervousness at the man's quiet response. Either she must be a worse liar than she thought, or he was devising a nice way to say no.
Like hell she's gonna stay here.
She planted a finger on the floor and whispered, “Look. I know the commander here. I know his men. I know all of their rooms, and I can find whatever you need. If you come for me, I will give you that plus more. Say you need a map, I'll also get you a compass. We don't have any time right now, just say it and we'll be done with it. I know you can't trust anybody, but even I feel like I'm doing a big mistake in putting my life in your hands. But I need help, and maybe...so do you.”
She finally looked up, meeting the soldier's eyes as he sat there in his crouching position. His glare unsettled her, the dim light in his eyes making him look harsh and predatory.
“So you can get a compass, eh?”
Jodi nodded, “Yes. I'll find one as soon as possible. It's gotta be in one of those desks and--”
“No.”
“What?”Jodi cried, “No?”
“No.” The soldier repeated. He grabbed her arm and hoisted her up. “Because, girl. We. Leave. Now.”