Project Shady

The plane

Miranda watched various specialist teams mill around the warehouse that had been Jaspers hide out for as much as she could tell, quite some time. The fridge had been neatly stocked as if Jasper had sent someone to go out shopping regularly so they all hand food, which was perhaps something you wouldn't associate with criminal gangs. Although, Miranda wouldn't exactly class Jasper and his friends as a criminal gang, more like a little organisation.

Micheal body had been examined, one of the medics confirming that he had died from the bullet wounds in his head and stomach. Miranda refrained from rolling her eyes as the medical examiner gave her the most obvious news in the world. She couldn't exactly blame the poor girl for her frustration in the situation, Miranda was frustrated over the fact that she couldn't follow up on the information Clara had given her without alerting Tory of her disappearance.

''Ma'am these files were found in each of the rooms, the hostages had been held in,'' an agent, one of her own thankfully hadn't over to brown coloured folders. The word Project Shady stamped on them told her what the files were.

She glanced around the room and sighed as she saw Rose and Curtis being put inside an unmarked police car. There went her plan of asking them what had really happened to Micheal, Marshall and Clara. Although, she was sure they were well on there a way to New York by now. As she watched the car pull aware she figured that was the last straw, whispering in her agent's ear she made her way over to where Tory stood.

''Ah, I was wondering when...'' She cut him off and enjoyed as his smirk slid off his face turning into a scowl.

''I'm taking over the operation. One of my agents is still a hostage along with her mission objective. Your agent is dead and turned out to be working for some shady organisation. Therefore you have no derestriction in this case what so ever and as you look around you, you'll only see MI5 agents,'' Tory looked around him and let out his own sound of frustration before he turned his back on her and wandered away, his fists clenched.

''What now?'' One of her agents asked.

''We find a bloody plane and get to New York as fast as fucking possible.''

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''Is this really necessary,'' Clara ground out as Jasper had one of his people tie cable ties around bother her and Marshalls writs before they ascended the stairs of the private plane.

''Oh it is Clara, I know you just like you know me. The Taylors always have a plan,'' she rolled her eyes as he winked at her, before wandering inside the plane.

Clara had no choice to follow him, with Marshall not far behind. He had been silent throughout the drive and the only time she remembered him speaking was when Jasper made him call for his jet, much to the suspicions of Paul Rosenberg who rung a few minutes after. Marshall had to like about wanting to clear his head and thought New York was a good place to do that. It was then Paul asked if Clara was there and after she responded to him, there were no questions for his manager to ask and found no other reason to bother them.

''Now in ya go and try not to be too loud you know, there are quite a few people out here,'' Clara scrunched her nose up at her brothers' remarks as he pushed both her and Marshall into the private back room of the jet. When she turned around she noticed the bed and rolled her eyes and felt even more disgusted by her brothers' comment.

She turned back around again to come face to face with Marshall. Glancing up at him, she noticed how tired he looked and the sense of fear etched across his facial features didn't go unnoticed by her eyes. He was stood much like she was, his cable tied writs out in front of him. She expected the silence to last for the entire flight so she decided to turn back around and wander over to the bed. However, to her surprise, he appeared to have found his voice again.

''How are we supposed to do anything if we still go this shit on our writs?'' He growled out pulling at the restraints wrapped around his writs.

''There a first aid kit in here at all?'' Clara asked, turning back around to face him, a sudden idea coming to her mind.

''Erm I think it's,'' Marshall stopped talking as he wandered over to the bed kneeling down beside one of the bedside tables. Struggling ever so slightly he grabbed a hold of the rounded handle pulling it open, ''yeah here it is,'' he pulled the draw all the way out to the green bag fell to the floor along with the rest of the contents of the draw, which included what had not been put back in the bag before as Clara watched a half-full bottle of hand gel roll across the floor.

She watched as he picked up the edge of it and through it one bed, where she had settled herself down. With great difficulty, she felt for the zip and pulled it along and around the edge of the small bag. Before she flipped the lid open, she took and deep breath and prayed that the one thing she was in of was inside.

''Oh thank god,'' she breathed out, ''gimme your hands,'' Marshall blinked confused for a second but never the less stayed on his knees as he moved to put his bound hands in front of her.

''How the hell are they gonna...'' but he was cut off a snipping sound brought the cable ties tumbling off from around his wrists.

''Well cut mine off then,'' she called out to Marshall, as he sat a started up at her for a few seconds afterwards. Shaking his head, seeming to get himself out of the daze he had been in, he then reached for the scissors and cut her restraints off, ''thanks,'' she mumbled rubbing the outsides of her writs because the cable ties had left them feeling raw.

''Ok I have a really serious question and I need you to answer in much detail as possible because if you don't I feel like I ain't gonna trust you that when you say everything will be ok,'' Clara nodded and waited for his question, ''who and what is Hive? because the way you talk about it and the way your eyes grow it looks as if you're scared of it.''

''It's a long story, but if you want me to tell it I will. Hive is an organisation that I and some other agents were in charge of looking into. They came out of nowhere with a rich investor that nobody seemed to ever meet. Their name wasn't on a data banks anywhere so I was sent undercover much like I am now, but not on my own. It also went wrong a lot quicker and it nearly led to my death,'' then she delved right to where it all started way back to 1998, over a decade ago.