Caught In The Trap-HTGAWM

ONE

[ Pilot ]

Deep in the night, four law students stood in the woods traumatized from the events before. They were feeling scared as they waited for the return of another student.

One student, Connor Walsh, stood pacing back and forth whilst arguing with another student, Michaela Pratt. "And stop acting like a little bitch baby."

Michaela scowled at him, grinding her teeth when she spat, "Do not tell me how to feel right now!"

Behind them, the one they were all waiting to arrive, Wes Gibbins, uttered a loud enough, 'Hey.' That made the four jump and the girls let out a small screech.

He bent over, a bag dangling in his hand trying to catch his breath. "Sorry, it took so long." He apologized letting the bag softly hit the tree. "I went back for this."

Bringing the bag to his abdomen, Wes opened it digging inside only to pull out the Lady Justice trophy.

Michaela immediately jabbed her finger at him, scared of how having the object would affect them. "Now, you- you take that back right now!"

Laurel Castillo who sat on the ground rocking back and forth with the last student there that night, Annora Keating, breathily assured her, breath visible in the cold.

"No. It's smart. Commonwealth v. Deloatche." Laurel patted the girl's back as she stood up brushing her dirtied hands on her jeans. "A case the prosecution should've won but lost because there was no murder weapon."

Connor brought his eyes up from the sticks which laid on the ground, shivering as he held his arms close to his body, he questioned the girl. "So, what are you saying?"

Laurel let her eyes travel around at the four people that looked to her for answers. "We clean it. And we put it back. Hide it in plain sight."

She rubbed her hands together hesitation pure when she went to speak her next words. "After we bury the body."

Michaela shook her head raising her lip in disgust, "No, absolutely not."

Connor who stood a couple of feet away from the others shook his head stuttering on his words. "Yeah, I-I-I-I'm with Michaela. I-"

Laurel with tearful eyes shook her head raising her hand out to him. "No, Connor, think."

He gestured his hand out to the trophy that was gripping in Wes' palm, "The trophy we need, yes. But the body stays where it is."

Her brows furrowed in disbelief, leaning her head more in his direction. "No, the body is what gets us caught." Michaela let her teeth grind as she hissed at Laurel, "You are not thinking straight."

Laurel shook her head at her going to speak but didn't have the chance to do so.

"Then what do you suggest?!" Annora's eyes peered at the girl with distinctive tear stains on her cheeks.

"Something that doesn't involve carrying a body across campus on the busiest night of the year!" Michaela's voice was angered as she spat out each and every word.

Annora shook her head at the girl, facing her lap when she heard the words that came from her mouth.

Connor looked at Laurel an undistinguishable glint in his eyes. "She's right, Laurel. Even if we get it out of the house, unseen, the ground is frozen!"