From across the hallway

Part 50

Missy felt like her legs were about to give out from underneath her.

This surely wasn't happening.

Wade was dead...

She breathed hard, her shoulders tensing, her eyes locked onto the masked figure stood before her.

Missy barely cared about the man holding a knife to her neck right now. All she was concerned about was the man who had lied to her...all this time.

"You told me...in that letter..." she said, angry tears pricking at her eyes. "...you lied to me..."

She saw Wade take a step forwards, his red suit squeaking slightly as he moved.

"I didn't, it's just...look, I'm an asshole. I should've-" he began, but Missy cut across him, furiously pulling at her bonds.

"Yes, you're a fucking asshole!" growled Missy. She could feel her blood boiling by the second. "I trusted you and you just...left us! After all you knew about us. After what Scott had done, how we'd been hurt by that...and your decision was to leave?!"

From their side Emily continued to cry, harder and louder now, as gunfire sounded all around.

Both Missy and Wade's eyes flickered instinctively over to the little girl.

"Oh, isn't this touching," said Missy's shaven haired captor suddenly. "Like an episode of Jerry Springer-"

But Missy was in no mood for this. She had been fucked around by these idiots for far too long.

"And you can shut the fuck up too!" snarled Missy now turning her attention to the man Wade had called Francis. "You have my fucking daughter, you have a fucking knife to my throat, but don't you dare think you can patronise me!"

Missy was furious.

What the hell was it with these men?

She kicked her knee up suddenly, hearing a loud crunch as it collided squarely with Francis' testicles.

He barely flinched, merely staggering backwards a foot or two, but luckily dropping his knife to the ground.

Missy took this as her chance, using her other foot to kick the knife away, and hastily pull her wrist painfully from the tough cable tie holding her to the metal post.

Freeing one hand hurriedly, she looked over at the masked mercenary who was just standing there in shock, staring at her.

"Uh...you wanna go get our daughter, Asshole?!" she yelled loudly, still so angry with him.

Instantly Wade did as he was told...just as Francis looked up at Missy once again, smirking. His full attention on her now.

"Oh darling you have made a big, big mistake," he said with a dark chuckle, suddenly lunging forward once again and grabbing Missy by the hair roughly.

She let out a yelp of pain, trying as hard as she could to push him away with her one free hand...but it was no use.

But luckily for Missy, before she could take a breath, Wade had taken his chance, leaping forwards, towards the British man, his swords held aloft. And at this, Francis let go of her instantly.

Missy watched with a mixture of awe and horror as Wade, kitted out in red leather and spandex fought well, brandishing his two katanas as he did so.

This wasn't the Wade she had known...surely?

What had happened to him in these last ten months??

Missy leaned over, quickly tugging the second cable tie from her wrist, finally freeing herself, before running as fast as she could on her high-heels across the rooftop towards her daughter.