Project Shady

Tied up

Clara moved silently through the carpeted corridor, her ears open for any sound of voices coming from around a corner or inside a room. Her ears were not looking out for footsteps, which is why she couldn't hear the figure who had followed her. She was trained on the voices which she managed to hear coming from ahead, so carefully she speeded up, but had to stop when her phone begun to ring. Pulling it out a confused expression crossing her face; Rose was calling.

''What?'' Clara whispered and was met by a long sigh on the other side.

''You might want to look behind you. A certain someone followed you,'' the call abruptly cut short, Rose hanging up the second she'd finished speaking. Clara stood staring down at her even more puzzled than she had been before.

A hand resting on her shoulder caused her to whip around, her hand wrapping around there own arm as she pushed them up against the wall closest to where they had been standing. Clara only let go when she realised who the utterly shocked face belonged to and quickly let go, leaving him to slide down the wall a little.

''What the fuck was that?'' He stuttered out after getting his bearings back. Marshall now stood back to his full height and it was amusing to see how much taller he was compared to Clara and her tiny frame.

''What the fuck were you doing following me?'' Clara shot back moving to cross her arms over her chest. She had whispered the words so it didn't alert those she had been following. However, she was sure Marshall's shouting would have caused them to move to a more secure location.

''I saw you almost running across the room. I thought you needed help or something,'' Marshall admitted shyly as he ran his hand down the back of his neck looking at Clara with a look that read 'I'm sorry.'

''Marshall I appreciate how you were looking out for me but did it ever occur to you that I was maybe looking for the bathroom or just needed some air,'' Clara pointed out.

''Look who we have here then. Mr Mathers and a pretty lady,'' the voice startled both of them. Turning around Clara came face to face with the barrel of a gun and Samatha behind it. Travis, however, had been to one to speak a little grin spread across his features as he held his own gun up to Marshall.

''How about you two, open that door keeping your hands in the air,'' Clara had to think fast unless she wanted her mission to end in a bloody way.

Unfortunately, she was out of idea as Marshall took the advice given by Samantha and he pushed open the door to the room behind them. Composing herself Clara followed, not before shuffling around in her bag. It seemed the room would have been used by the two at some point that night as there was already a long thick spiral of rope laying on the bed along with a laptop and two more guns accompanied with two knives as well.

''Sit with your backs against each other,'' again without any questions asked Clara and Marshall did as they were told.

Samatha was given Travis's gun as he grabbed a smaller piece of rope out of a black backpack to then tie their hands to each other. Clara kept her smile hidden as they made their first mistake of which she was sure would be many. Well, at least she thought anyway.

As Travis continued to tie them to each other, Samatha put the guns down on the desk along with Clara's clutch. The blonde then picked up the laptop and placed it beside the items and proceeded to turn it on. It was at that point Clara wasn't entirely sure what was going on. Her first thought had been that they'd maybe torture them for a bit before then finally killing them, however, it seemed there was something she was clearly missing. Her opportunity for questions was non-existent as a fabric gag was wrapped across her mouth. Turing her head slightly she noticed Marshall didn't have one, only her. she huffed slouching against Marshall causing him to grunt at the sudden weight of her against him.