A bag over my head for maximum disorientation.

Rope tied tightly enough to cut off circulation to both my hands and legs.

I can hear muffled voices, but then I hear someone say, "Take the bag off her head." Before feeling someone pulling me backwards to a chair and sitting me down. I can hear the gravel crunching before the blinding light overpowers my vision.

It's just as they grab the bag, I snap my teeth.

After they finally go to take the rope off my wrists, I hear one from behind me gasp.

"She's undone them already."

I take that distraction to snap the ropes around my feet and mouth.

I grab the dagger hidden in my boot.

They rush toward me.

I flip the dagger in my hand before throwing it at the first man rushing me.

Then use my body's naturally fit shape as I kick my foot into each assassin, reaching my kicking range.

The last assassin (looks to be the head assassin) creeps toward me from the back with the stealth of a leopard.

I turn just in time to flick the dagger I still had in my hand towards the assassin.

It hits its mark.

Blood rushes out of my mouth. Right before I leave, I spit: "One star."

An amateur assassin, confused, states, "What?"

"This was a one-star kidnapping."

He straightens.

Then a dagger of his own is flying towards my head.