Project Shady

Cici

"Ah fuck," Marshall gasped out as the cold water hit him straight in the face. He gulped for air as he tried to pull himself into a seated up position his hand immediately going to the back of his head as a sharp pain radiated from that point. He was confused for a moment until he remembered what he'd seen down and how he'd fainted, the pain from the back of his head must have been from when he'd collapsed. Although that didn't help him when he opened his eyes to see three men looming over him, not one he'd ever seen before in his life.

"That's actually Eminem dude, did we just kidnap Eminem?" the younger one of the three announced, he was practically bouncing on the carpet, Marshall could see the soul of his shoes lit up from the ground as he continued to babble on.

"Shut the fuck up," Marshall jumped at the sudden loud shout that came from the tallest one in the room. He was also the only one out of the three that wasn't wearing some sort of ridiculous suit. Instead, he had a plain jacket on with a normal black button up shirt on underneath, the sleeves rolled up so they sat half way up his arm, bunging at his elbow joint. Marshall stopped there because he let gaze hover and stay over the gun shape that seemed to be poking out from inside his jacket.

With just one quick glance Marshall could tell he was the one in charge as the one gushing over him was just a kid and the other was holding a bucket, which told Marshall the reason he was currently soaking in cold water on Clara's floor. Clara, he suddenly wondered where she was, he shot a quick look around the room, but couldnway catch a glimpse of her anywhere, he hoped to god that she'd hidden somewhere.

"Right, that should be enough time for you to have gotten over the initial shock. Now tell me where my sister is and you can walk away and come up with some raps or whatever you do all day," the man bent down to Marshall's level. Marshall had pulled himself to sit against the back of the sofa, his eye-site gave him the perfect view of the dining table.

"I don't know, she asked me to go and find the doorman," Marshall hoped that by telling the truth the man would leave him alone. Although he did have many questions, for starters why had Cara lied about having a brother? However, the interaction he was having with him, gave him a pretty good idea why she didn't want anything to do with him.

"Yeah, I may have underestimated how long the lift takes to get from the top floor to the bottom. You weren't meant to see him all bloodied that was a mistake on my part, sorry about that," Clara's brother placed his hand on his heart as if he was being sincere about the apology, but Marshall wasn't so sure, "but I'll ask you again where is my sister?"

"Yeah, um who even is your sister because I'm assuming it's Clara because we are in her apartment," Marshall gulped after he blurted out exactly what he had been thinking. His blood ran cold as he watched Clara's brother stand up, moving away from him. He turned and Marshall heard the man chuckle, watching as his head rocked backwards slowly as he did. When the man turned around again all Marshall wanted to do was shrink back into the sofa behind him. He wished it would swallow him hole as the man held the gun Marshall had spotted earlier at him.

"I'm gonna ask you one more time, where the fuck is my sister?"

"I don't know ok, I told you she told me to go downstairs. She said she was going to find a way in, I'm guessing she didn't because you guys are all in here," Marshall responded his hands held up in the air at the same time squeezing his eyes shut.

"She couldn't have come in, otherwise we would have seen her," the older one, who had been holding the bucket spoke up, shrugging his shoulders.

"Wait when I came in you two were stood there with your backs to the door, how long had you been like that?" Marshall breathed a sigh of relief, dropping his hands as the gun was now pointed at the others.

"Um, we would have heard her..."

"No you fucking wouldn't have you absolute idiots, she's like a bloody ninja," Clara's brother screamed, his eyes nearly popping out of his head along with the veins on his neck, "check all the rooms he could be in there," the other men scuttled off murmuring apologies as they went.

"She not in the bathroom, in the wardrobe or anywhere boss," the younger one had the confidence to speak while the other one was still a little scared, a light sheen of sweat covered his forehead, Marshall could see it in the ray of sun that surrounded that side of the room.

"That means she must be..." Her brother trialled off.

"Who'd hide under a tablecloth isn't that like the worst place you could hide," Marshall piped up causing Clara's brother to turn around and send him a look that said shut up.

Marshall held his breath. He knew all along that Clara had been hiding there all along when her brother had been talking to him, she'd poked her head from out under the table and had told him to try and stall them as long as he could. Thank god he knew lip reading and knew how to keep a straight face otherwise there wouldn't have been much stalling.

Clara's bother flipped the table cloth over and poked his head under the table. His brow creased as he found nobody under it. He was about to reach out and pull the whole thing off, but the bang of two shot going off made him jump up and come face to face with his sister who held a recently fired gun in her hand.

"Oh, now that was surprising Cici. You know I've never been surprised before congrats," he gave a slow clap as Clara still stood with the gun in her hand, pointed straight at him.

"So you won't be surprised that Eminem is no longer in the room and the FBI is like right over there," Clara cocked her head to the side and she wasn't wrong.

"Oh come on, really you can't for one second be nice to your big bro Jasper, can you. This is why we've never gotten along, you always calling the cops on me Cici."

"They're actually the FBI Jasper, but you always lacked a brain and the sense of hearing," Clara shrugged as Jasper dropped his gun on the floor and made no fuss as he was cuffed by Micheal and then escorted out by a female agent.

"You ok?" He asked, Clara, nodded, placing her gun on the table. It was at that point glancing back Jasper noticed it hadn't even been loaded, in fact it didn't fail to cross his mind that the men that had been with him had two bullet-shaped holes in their chests, something Clara would not have been able to do in quick succession because even they weren't stupid enough to have stayed standing like sitting ducks. The shots had come from the window that was clearly open. he mentally cursed himself as he was dragged out of his sister's apartment.

"How's Marshall?" She asked, not answering the question.

"Marshall's fine," Clara turned to see the voice coming from the man himself, he still looked a little shaken up and his shirt was still pretty much soaked, but Clara did believe that he was honestly ok.

"Well Clara's glad to hear it and I'm..."

"Don't say it, if my brother was like that I wouldn't talk about him either," Clara nodded snapping her mouth shut, but quickly opened it again to let out a shriek as he decided to give her a hug, his wet shirt sticking to her own T-shirt. He laughed as she struggled to get out of his grip before she let out a huff and just let it happen.