''You son of a...fuck,'' Micheal started to cough as the force of the punch to his face caused the blood from his mouth to travel down his throat, making him cough and splutter as he tried not to chock on his own blood. He couldn't remember how he'd managed to get to the dingy basement which, he didn't need to be told, was owned by Jasper. Although he hadn't seen or heard Jasper since he'd woken up. So again he didn't need to be told that the two guys beating the hell out of him were because Jasper wanted him ruffed up, that notion was pretty self-explanatory.

''Ok, ok, you can stop, for now. I wanna talk to him,'' one of the men whose fist had been raised to strike again put his arm back down to his side, the fist still clenched. Micheal gulped a little as the man gazed down at him, he had the look of a man who was just told he couldn't turn his prisoner into a bloody pulp. Not yet anyway, Micheal had to remember that the words Jasper had used were 'you can stop for now.'

''What are you getting out of this?'' Micheal croaked out, his head was throbbing and the pain in his jaw was unbearable, it even hurt to breath in the state he was in.

''A chance to help my sister, simple as that,'' Jasper replied kneely down in front of the chair Micheal was tied too. He rolled his eyes at Jasper's statement, he knew there had to be something else behind what he was doing, there had to be.

''Oh you don't believe me do you?'' Jasper tutted shaking his head as he placed his index finger on Micheals' forehead, ''something in your little brain is telling you I'm hiding something. Come on tell me I'm right,'' Jasper smirked as Micheal couldn't stop himself from lazily nodding his head.

''Where is she?'' Micheal managed to breath out, although it caused him to double over in pain. Someone had a least broken one of his ribs and the fact that the two guys beating him up earlier hadn't so much as touched his stomach, he realised it had been done while he'd been knocked out.

''Cici's fine Micky, she's in an actual bed probably snuggled up with Mister Eminem if she's lucky. They'll make a great couple don't you think, way better than you ever would be because well he isn't a fake FBI agent,'' Jasper pointed out standing up to wander around the back of Micheals chair and resting his palms on his shoulders.

''She's an MI5 agent sent to spy on him. Double standard much,'' Micheal whispered the last part. He didn't know if Jasper had heard it or not, but even if he had, there wasn't a reaction from him.

''She's not spying on him though, is she. You could argue that she is spying for him because her job is to protect him and I can tell ya she did one hell of a job until I turned up and saw right through you Micky. You know why?''

''You're gonna tell me either way,'' Micheal replied, Jasper, laughed his head rolling backwards. Micheal wasn't sure how to take the reaction, not sure if he should be pleased he'd made the psychopath laugh or a little uncomfortable at how close he was to him still.

''We've met before, a long time ago. You were just a recruit back then, hadn't had the brand for not even six months. Anyway, the day my sister got taken on a mission you were part of the team that was meant to guard her cell, but you were shit. MI5 didn't break her out I did, but of course they told her it was them because she was unconscious throughout the whole thing. Point is I remember you because you were a coward,'' Jasper spit out, venom laced in his voice ''I was going to shoot you, but you just kept running and running. Cowards are too weak to face the gun so they run.''

Micheal expected more to the story, but instead, a long silence followed. He felt Jaspers heaving breathing behind him and crack of the wood as his hands clutched the top edge. Then Jasper raised his hands and patter Micheal on the shoulder, before walking around so they were both looking at each other again.

''I'm not going to ask you shit about this list thing, that's Cicis' business, so until she'd awake and ready I'm going to leave you with Tim and Jake,'' Jasper turned on his heal before nodding at the two men, who had waited by the door during the whole interaction, they now moved forward again, ''don't kill him. Cici's still gotta question him.''

''Fuck you,'' but the words came out as a feeble whisper as his vocal cords felt as if they'd been ripped out.

°°°

Clara groaned as she rolled across the soft sheets. That was the moment she paused, the events of last night suddenly coming back to her, along with the addition of a headache. Her eyes were heavy as she tried to open them, it took her a couple of goes to get them to open. Although the sudden stream of light coming into the room, caused her to groan and shut them again.

''Fuck you, Jasper,'' she whispered, while slowly opening her eyes again, at the same time she shifted her position so she was sat upright on the bed. The first thing she noticed now that she was back into the world of the living was that she wasn't alone in the room. She waited with bated breath as the door to what she could only guess was the bathroom creaked open.

''Oh hey you're up,'' Clara shook her head at the relaxed seemingly calming voice that belonged to Marshall. She watched him as he closed the door before running his hand over his face, making his way over to her.

''Ain't as mad as I thought I'd be. I kinda get why you couldn't exactly tell me,'' the words fell out of his mouth the moment he sat down across from her. It wasn't the sentence he wanted to start with, but it seemed that the 'are you ok?' question was going to be coming later.

Clara frowned a little confused, but a quick look around the room told her how she should respond.  A brown file, with top secret stamped across the middle in bold red lettering. jasper had planted the folder in the room, knowing Marshall would wake up and find it. The only way that would have happened is if he'd given them different dosages of the knock out drug he'd injected them with. It didn't take a genius to work out that Clara had been given more to make her sleep longer.

''So you're not going to scream and shout at me. I mean it is my fault we're in this situation right?'' She questioned raising her eyebrows unsure as to how he would respond.

''Jasper isn't the one trying to kill me, Clara, he even left a posit note on the folder telling me.''

''Well wasn't that considerate of him,'' Clara scoffed before adding, ''Micheal is part of the trying to kill you thing Marshall that's why Jasper wanted him. So it is my fault and you can't convince with otherwise,'' Clara finished pointing a finger at him.

''Ok ok, but answer me this, what the actual fuck is happening? Micheal, your brother, you. Where are we also?''

''I actually don't know, but I think I might owe Jasper if he at least lets me talk to Micheal. I hate to admit it, but if Jasper hadn't turned up and outed Micheal, we would all be in big danger,'' Clara answered as best as she could.

''So we're stuck here then?'' Marshall pointed out.

''Yep.''