Brooklyn Archer //Book Four// - Legends of Tomorrow - COMPLETED

Chapter 7 - 180 seconds

WELCOME TO BROOKE WEEK

**This first episode of Brooke Week will be about Brooklyn escaping her captors of the sex trade. The next episode will be about Oliver and her. And then the next three episodes will be tidbits from her life with Oliver and Felicity**

3rd Person POV (Brooklyn and Mikhail)

A 16 year old blonde, "Ava" as she was known in the trade, sits in her cell, calmly waiting for the guard to pass by so she could make her move

Ava sits with her back against the wall and her eyes closed. Despite her calm exterior, her mind was racing with the plan of escape. Over and over she played through the strategy her and Mikhail had made up together

For this to work...Ava had to completely disappear

180 seconds...that what she had...180 seconds to pull this whole thing off...

And while it was not ideal to be jumping into the middle Pacific Ocean at midnight, it was better than staying on the ship and working as a sex slave. Ava had been imprisoned by her brother on this ship for almost four years at this point, and tonight was the night she was going to get out of here...or she was going to die trying

Mikhail, however, was a key component in how this whole plan would go down. He was the one who helped force her cell lock out of place. His room would also be the point of escape for Ava

Unfortunately, though, Ava had been in solitary confinement for three days so she hadn't seen Mikhail since she was taken. What she did wrong? She had no clue. But they drugged her and tortured her while she was in confinement

As soon as she was released, she knew that tonight was the night that she would escape. She just somehow had to get word to Mikhail

The problem? Mikhail was a day shift guard and it was almost 1 in the morning

She would have to pull the first part of the escape plan off on her own

180 seconds...180 seconds...

Ideal? Not at all...but Ava had had enough of this place and her brother

Thoughts continuously race through Ava's mind

180 seconds...180 seconds...

Her tied hands rest behind her as her fingers tap against the cold cement wall. Her ankles were also tied together, bleeding where the ropes were digging into her pale skin

She breathes in and out, tapping on the wall. She envisions the map and the route in which she would take to get to Mikhail's room. The waves outside the ship crash against the bottom and the hum of the engine softly hums under her body

180 seconds...180 seconds...

The boots of the guard clicking past her cell and doing his usual tap of each cell echoes loudly down the hallway

Tap...tap...tap

That's three cells past hers

Tap...tap

That's two more cells past the other three

Tap...

That's one more cells past those

3 - 2 - 1

That was her cue. 3. 2. 1.

3...2...1...

The guard's final tap echoes down the hallway and the area is dead silent. Ava's heart beat is the only thing that could be heard. Everyone else was in their cells -- most likely asleep