Project Shady

Not a Tattoo

Get under the table and keep quiet, now,'' Clara hissed at Marshall, Curtis and Rose. Although Rose wasn't the one with the bemused look on her face. Nor was she the one that had to literally be shoved underneath the table, in fact, she pushed Curtis, while Clara did the same with Marshall.

''Why can't we go and help those people?'' Marshall whispered even though the screams were still happening and deafening to the ear.

''Because this has Jasper written all over it trust me you don't want to get involved,'' Clara explained, which caused Marshall to raise an eyebrow at her. There was that look in her eye for a fleeting moment that resembled a look of fear, a look that hadn't been there when they'd encountered Jasper just that morning.

''Isn't he in a jail cell right now, how could this possibly be him?'' Rose piped up, she was on the left shoulder of Clara, while Marshall was on the right so the second spy heard what they had been saying.

''Jasper's not stupid he always has a plan B. He must have known there'd be a good chance he'd get caught this morning, meaning this is his second plan, one that he might not even need to be here for,'' as soon as Clara had finished speaking the screams had died down quite a lot and as far as she was aware no guns had been fired at all. In fact the more she thought about the situation the more she came to the conclusion that what was happening wasn't down to her brother.

''Yeah, but he was adamant in talking to you, so how could he do that if he isn't here? I mean it's a little over the top to send a bunch of people over to a club and get them to take everyone hostage, just to get you to talk to him,'' Rose pointed out, adding to Clara's sudden notion that what was happening had nothing to do with Jasper.

''You could be right,'' she replied, nodding at her friend's suggestion.

''So wait, are we now saying that this shit might not be because of your delightful brother?'' Marshall asked and both women nodded, ''oh just great, next ya gonna tell me this could be linked to what happened at that charity thing,'' his words hit both of them like a train.

'''Oh god, Marshall you could be right, how come we didn't think of that,'' Clara exclaimed to Rose, trying to keep her voice low as the club seemed to have plunged into a sort of silence, apart from the hysterical crying that could be heard from afar.

''Not to ya know put a damper on anything, but could we, you know focus on the fact that we are all again hostages. So forgive me if you lot being extremely calm is making me more nervous,'' Curtis bit out not quite believing that all three of them seemed to be having a perfectly normal conversation, while others were scared shitless, e.g him because last time he was the one that was almost dead.

''We are. We just need to work out what's happening. Nobody out there has said anything yet. Just stay calm everything will be ok I promise,'' Rose put her hand on his shoulder in reassuring and gave him a small smile, he returned a similar one the corners of his mouth twitching just a little.

''I'm sorry folks, but this whole thing right now hasn't got anything to really do with you. It's about this guy here and someone else, I'm hoping is still here.''

''Fuck,'' Clara breathed as Jaspers voice travelled across the room, slamming in her face.

''That's,'' Marshall didn't need to finish the sentence, the nod of Clara's head was enough for him to know he was right.

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Jasper laughed his hand slapping Micheal on the shoulder. Micheal took a deep breath in, praying to god that Clara had found a way out and that she wouldn't want to believe a word Jasper said to her. There was a clear line of sweat on his forehead the low lighting of the club illuminated it rather well, that and the fact he felt as if the lights had been adjusted so he was almost in the middle of a spotlight.