Project Shady

Hive

Joe sat with his laptop propped up on his lap, he'd been given a least a month courtesy of Andre for rest after the incident which had left him with a bullet in his leg. Although it wasn't like he was bord because he had been given the task of watching a video and finding out everything he could about the man in it, Miranda had told him he'd know which man she was on about.

Sure to her word around twenty minutes later a video file arrived in his secure email inbox. He couldn't help but let a smirk stretch across his face at how Miranda had despite the rush she appeared to be in, had written 'good luck :),' in the subject box. Once the moment was over he went back to the task at hand, clicking on the video and waiting in anticipation as he loaded before him.

''Shit is that?'' He mumbled under his breath as the man he'd spot a mile off came into view,''Jasper buddy what are you up too?'' Joe muttered as he paused the video to zoom in to make sure he wasn't seeing things. He watched the security footage till the end, from the moment Jasper walked in, to the moment he appeared to drug Clara, Marshall, Curtis, Rose and some other person he didn't recognise.

''Guess I'm doing some deep research into Jasper Taylors,'' he spoke to himself as he opened up google and started typing.

The first results were all to do with his criminal offences that had occurred in England in the past few years:

Speeding
Aiding a robbery
Robbery
Possession of cocaine and other forms of illegal drugs
Armed robbery
Possession of an illegal firearm
Murder

''Well aren't you a sweet little angle Jasper, Jesus Christ how the hell did you go from speeding to murder in the space of three years,'' Joe couldn't believe what he was reading a news article after article showcased the many illegal actions of Jasper Taylor. He was about to give up and log into the secure MI5 interface to find more helpful information when one article caught his eye, it was dated 2008 two years ago, but that didn't mean anything:

Jasper Taylor, who has been on the run since July, was apprehended today October 7th at Heathrow airport. It appears he tried to flee the country when his passport was denied due to the ban that had been put on it by tht British government. This appears to be a very big and rather stupid mistake on the part of Mr Taylors. However, the smirk on his face as he was dragged into the back of a police van, shows that maybe he wanted to be caught. Or could just be a humorous reaction to this epic fail on his part.
Reports from the British intelligence, who had been put in charge of this on the run case since August, have stated that Taylors will be detained in a secret detention centre as his unrecorded crimes, post him as a danger to inmates.

Joe stopped reading at that point as he was already typing in the name of the most secure secret detention centre that he knew. Then using his MI5 ID he was able to get a list of the all the people who resided there. One of the names that popped up was indeed Jaspers, but unlike the rest, his name had 'missing,' next to it. Now Joe knew that the man in the video was definitely Jasper, but he also now had a much clearer image of him. Leading to his next step of tracing his face and hopefully a security camera somewhere in Detroit would have picked him up.

''Where are you hiding Jasper?'' He murmmered staring up the scan.

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Every time something moved or made so much a squeak, Micheal would flinch. His face felt as if it was on fire as he felt the blood drip out from his nose and down onto the floor beneath his fit. His wrists were beginning to get sore from rope burn and his arms ached due to the position they were stuck in. He really had no idea how long he was going to literally kept in the dark for. However, it turned out he didn't have to wait that long because all of a sudden a bright blast of light lit up the room causing him to squeeze his eyes closed.

''Jesus Jas, what the fuck did you do?'' Micheal perked up at the familiar voice. Jasper had sent Clara in, hence the reason that the once dark basement was now full of nothing but bright yellow lights.

''I didn't do shit, that was all down to my men,'' Micheal could hear the smirk in Jaspers voice and it made him squirm in his seat.

''You told them to, that much is obvious,''Clara scoffed, ''now can you get these off, me I'm not going to run off,'' Jasper pulled a key out from inside of his jacket pocket and unlocked the cuffs from around her wrists.

''Clara,'' Micheal chocked out as she approached him. Clara recoiled a little as blood bubbled up his throat causing him to spit onto the floor. After that, she cautiously bent down so she was eye level with him.

''I'm not here to be nice and say everything is going to be ok. I'm here for answers and the sooner you give to me the less I'm sure Jasper will hurt you later,'' Clara spoke to him keeping her voice low in tone, which made it come across to Micheal as more of a threat than a request.

Too much was the pain that the only answer Micheal could give was the slight nod of his head. If it had been any other situation Clara would have felt sorry for the guy, but unfortunately, if Jasper was right, then it was his fault for hanging/working with the wrong people.

''Those men that were arrested when we first met, did you send them to the hotel because you were told of what I was doing there?'' Micheal nodded, a string of blood rolling down his bottom lip, to pool down to his chin.

Clara sighed and took a tissue from out of her pocket that she had swiped from the bathroom before she'd left the room she'd occupied with Marshall. As gently as she could she drug the tissue across the bottom half of his face so that the blood wouldn't collect and leave a sticky patch, which was the case with much of his face.

''Who do you work for?'' That was one question she knew when asked nobody ever answered. They always tried to skirt around it, causing you to ask other questions and before you know it you never got the answer you wanted in the first place.

''You know who they are,'' he rasped out followed by a cough. Luckily he didn't spit any more blood out this time.

''Then tell me because I only know a few basic facts about them. One you all have this brand tattoo on the side of your necks,'' she let her fingers trace over Micheals brand, ''two, they are currently in the hands of a very important list,'' she was now holding her hand up in front of him so he could see her count off what she knew, her fingertips stained with the blood that was covering his neck, ''three, I've met them countless of times on a number of different assignments and four Eric Swartz had nothing to do with this at all because he doesn't have the brand.''

''Hi...Hive,'' Micheal rasped out, the word getting caught in his throat.

''Hive,'' Clara fell backwards on her heels, ''no, your lying it can't be.''

''I work for Hive Clara and you should be three feet under by now,'' Clara just stared at him. It would have been in silence if Jasper's slow clap and bubble of laughter interrupted the moment.

''You knew didn't you,'' Clara whispered as she felt her brother's hand rest of her shoulder giving it what could only be described as trying to be reassuring.

''I had to be sure,'' he replied his hand moving to awkwardly pat her on the head, ''anyway, so that leaves us with one important final question Mr Oakland. So where's the list?''