And Sugar, we're going down swinging
Kate slammed her shoulder into the door one last useless time, recoiling with a at wince. It was solid, wasn't going to work. She paced the length of the cell like a caged cat, shoulders tense and wired. Henry was sitting in the center trying to slyly work a metal disk out of his boot for...something. A whole lot of good it would do, they'd been stripped of anything useful. But she knew he was just trying to feel busy.
So much for her number one rule: don't get caught. The crushing sense of captivity was getting to her, and she wallked the length of the room like a restless animal until the swish of the back doors heralded new arrivals. Her head whipped around, a flicker of relief rising when she saw two familiar faces. The feeling sank into dull shock when it sunk it that that meant there was no one left out there.
"Will?"
So much for her number one rule: don't get caught. The crushing sense of captivity was getting to her, and she wallked the length of the room like a restless animal until the swish of the back doors heralded new arrivals. Her head whipped around, a flicker of relief rising when she saw two familiar faces. The feeling sank into dull shock when it sunk it that that meant there was no one left out there.
"Will?"