Miranda's phone was to her ear as soon as the shrill sound of her ringtone filled her hotel room. She took a deep breath before being able to answer properly, it was Joe who was on the other end and she prayed he had some type of good news for her.

''What have you got for me?'' She asked, nervously swinging her legs back and forth in front of her on the bed.

''I found that the man that took them was definitely Clara's brother Jasper and I know where to find him,'' Miranda's heart leapt, and the blood rushed to her head so much she begun to wonder if the agent was actually telling the truth or she was just hearing what she wanted to hear.

''Wait did you just say you know where they are because if so, the next time I see you I might kiss you,'' Miranda replied.

''Well I don't know about the kissing, but yeah I think. Look I've managed to pull up CCTV footage from the last twenty-four hours and the same van Jasper used was seen on near enough every camera I looked at. I'm hoping that where it is now is where they are,'' Joe explained as best he could, a little overwhelmed by how excited his boss appeared to be at his breakthrough.

''Have you got an address or a picture of where they could be?''

''I'll give you the address, but don't get your hopes too high they could have just ditched the van you know,'' he commented.

''I know, but it's the only lead that anyone in the entire operation has at the moment. so thank you, Joe, and see if you can work on how Jasper managed to get out of the secure unit he was in, maybe background check the staff see if any match the identities of the men seen at the club. I have a feeling it had to be an inside job,'' Miranda didn't even wait for a reply before she hung up, beginning to dial another number into her phone.

''Tory, I have some information that the both of us will find rather useful and in the circumstances I'd like to tell you that it was one of my agents so they will get full credit if what they found means this investigation is put to an end,'' Miranda was rather straight to the point as she really didn't have time for any formalities due to the situation that they were in.

Tory gulped, leaning backwards in his swivel chair as Miranda filled him in on all the details concerning Jasper Taylors. It was at that moment he realised that his entire involvement in the case rested on one of his agents being involved. The notion scaring him, that a dangerous convicted criminal, who had murders under his name, had harmed his only agent in what Tory saw as a hostage situation.

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Clara started up at Micheal as the answer to Jaspers question didn't seem to come. She sighed, standing up beginning to pass back and forth on his left side, which would have been her right. Her arms were folded in front of her as she walked, trying to drown out Jasper's voice. Jasper had resulted in asking the question to Micheal over and over again because he was already pretty beat up that any more damage to him probably would do anything as he was already so numb from the previous pain that had been conflicted on him.

''Jasper stop,'' at the sheer volume of her voice, Jasper stopped turning to look at her. His eyes were wide as he titled his head to look at her, the command wasn't something he had expected her to say.

''Have you got any other ways of getting the location out of him Cici because be my guest,'' Jasper spread his arms out in front of him gesturing towards Micheal, whose head hung down to his neck. Clara was sure she could hear snoring coming from the man. Her suspicions were proved right when she reached a tentative hand out pushing his head, which just lulled back and forth.

''Maybe waking him up might work?'' She suggested with a shrug. At her comment, Jasper bent down and saw for himself that Micheal had indeed fallen asleep.

''The rudeness of some people jeez,'' without warning there was a loud whack as skin came into contact with skin, courtesy of Jaspers' hand slapping Micheal across the face. The sound was they met with a low groan before Micheal started coughing and spluttering. Clara sighed as a new string of blood travelled down his chin, dribbling down the concrete beneath his feet

''Wakey Wakey. Welcome back to my humble abode, now how about you answer a question for without fucking falling asleep again huh,'' Jasper spat at the man before stepping around him to lean his hands on the back of Micheals' shoulders.

''Clara, you can't know they'll kill me and you. You have to stay away all of you,'' Micheals' voice was hoarse and his mouth was so full of fresh blood that every time he opened his mouth the red runny liquid threated to spill out.

''If you hadn't have noticed mate, nobody here gives a fuck if you survive or not. Your concern for Clara is touching, but you lost all right to talk to her when you said she should be dead, plus you kinda just threatened her again. So one last time, third time lucky; since this is the third time I've asked while you've been awake. Where is the location of the list?'' There was a long silence before Micheal opened his mouth again, this time two words formed on his lips.

''New York.''

''Yeah gonna need a little more info than that buddy,'' Jasper taunted him, squeezing Micheals shoulders as if the information could be literally squeezed out of him.

''Whoa, Jasper have you thought about how we're going to get to New York, we can't just drive it's like ten hours,'' Clara pointed out, noticing a glaring hole in her older brothers plan, not that it appeared he had one because as far a Clara was aware he was making everything up on the spot.

''Who in this building owns a private plane Cici or have you forgotten who you've been working for, for about a week,'' Clara rolled her eyes at her brother.

''That still going to take time Jasper, we need a pilot and permission,'' she pointed, ''plus where are we going to land Jasper, where?''

''Ok, who in this room can fly and plane and has a pilots licence?'' Two people in the room put their hands up. They were rather young men who looked a lot cleaner the other people Jasper had employed and just in case Clara doubted them they flashed their licences at her, ''see there ya go and as for the landing part any odd field or stretch or tarmac will do, how do you think I got out of England, with British Airways,'' Jasper threw his head back, his signature laugh filling the large echoing room.

''Very funny,'' Clara mumbled as she let her brother get the location from Micheal.

''There's a secret entrance in Central Park,'' he wheezed out and Jasper growled in frustration, which only grew when a black haired teen who looked no older than sixteen hurriedly ran into the room, his face red from panting.

''Someone hacked the cameras someone could be here soon, FBI, CIA, everyone,'' Jasper did not look at all happy with the new info he had just received.

''You two, get Mathers he's coming with us, I got no use for the other two so leave them here,'' Jasper had pointed towards the two burly men who had been beating Micheal up around an hour ago now. Clara stood and watched as more orders were shouted and everyone seemed to follow without question.

''You're going to point to me on this picture what the fuck I am looking for you got it,'' Jasper took his pocket knife from out of his pocket and cut Micheal free. Micheal was too weak to fight back and so with a little nudge from Jasper he pointed to a spot on the phone screen.

''Thank you.''

Meanwhile, only a few minutes out Miranda sat in an unmarked police car beside Tory Martain. She prayed to God that they'd get there before Jaspers warning alarms went off. However, the way that their cyber attack had been quickly handled told her that Jasper's team was quick.

''You are now no longer needed,'' Clara stood in shock as Jasper pulled his gun out and landed two bullets in Michael, one in his chest and the second in the centre of his forehead.

''You said you weren't going to kill anybody,'' she seethed kneeling down beside the Hive agents body. Although there wasn't anything she could do since he was dead a soon as the first bullet had struck him.

''Oh come on I didn't make any promises, now get up we gotta move,'' Clara didn't get a chance to fight back as he yanked her up by her forearm.

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Miranda had the bulletproof vest supplied to her slung around her as fast as she could. She was itching to get in and finally get everything over with. Finally, the leader of the task force counted down and they burst through the doors. However, there was no stream of bullets like she had expected, no cries of wounded or shouting, they were met with utter silence.

The team made their way through the building until they came to a room where the back doors had been left wide open. She sighed as the dead body of Micheal Oakland lay slumped in a chair, his whole body was bruised and bloodied. miranda noticed the bullet holes as she approached realising that that had been what had killed him. That, however, wasn't the only thing that caught her eye; a piece of ripped paper stuck out from under his bloodstained shirt. In what appeared to be written in Sharpie was a list consisting of three names.

Hive
New York
Central Park

''Clara you are my favourite agent.''

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Clara played with the black sharpie in her pocket as they made their way to the airport. Her plan only worked if Miranda was the one to get to the body first and knowing her tough demeanour Clara was sure she would. For now, she had to sit and wait for it along with a nervous looking Marshall.

Good news there will be more Marshall in the next chapter I promise. Bad news you may have to wait a while for the update as I won't get chance to update next Monday as I will be on holiday, but I may update before then, if I have chance. Thank you all for the reads a votes 💕