Clara moved silently through the carpeted corridor, her ears open for any sound of voices coming from around a corner or inside a room. Her ears were not looking out for footsteps, which is why she couldn't hear the figure who had followed her. She was trained on the voices which she managed to hear coming from ahead, so carefully she speeded up, but had to stop when her phone begun to ring. Pulling it out a confused expression crossing her face; Rose was calling.

''What?'' Clara whispered and was met by a long sigh on the other side.

''You might want to look behind you. A certain someone followed you,'' the call abruptly cut short, Rose hanging up the second she'd finished speaking. Clara stood staring down at her even more puzzled than she had been before.

A hand resting on her shoulder caused her to whip around, her hand wrapping around there own arm as she pushed them up against the wall closest to where they had been standing. Clara only let go when she realised who the utterly shocked face belonged to and quickly let go, leaving him to slide down the wall a little.

''What the fuck was that?'' He stuttered out after getting his bearings back. Marshall now stood back to his full height and it was amusing to see how much taller he was compared to Clara and her tiny frame.

''What the fuck were you doing following me?'' Clara shot back moving to cross her arms over her chest. She had whispered the words so it didn't alert those she had been following. However, she was sure Marshall's shouting would have caused them to move to a more secure location.

''I saw you almost running across the room. I thought you needed help or something,'' Marshall admitted shyly as he ran his hand down the back of his neck looking at Clara with a look that read 'I'm sorry.'

''Marshall I appreciate how you were looking out for me but did it ever occur to you that I was maybe looking for the bathroom or just needed some air,'' Clara pointed out.

''Look who we have here then. Mr Mathers and a pretty lady,'' the voice startled both of them. Turning around Clara came face to face with the barrel of a gun and Samatha behind it. Travis, however, had been to one to speak a little grin spread across his features as he held his own gun up to Marshall.

''How about you two, open that door keeping your hands in the air,'' Clara had to think fast unless she wanted her mission to end in a bloody way.

Unfortunately, she was out of idea as Marshall took the advice given by Samantha and he pushed open the door to the room behind them. Composing herself Clara followed, not before shuffling around in her bag. It seemed the room would have been used by the two at some point that night as there was already a long thick spiral of rope laying on the bed along with a laptop and two more guns accompanied with two knives as well.

''Sit with your backs against each other,'' again without any questions asked Clara and Marshall did as they were told.

Samatha was given Travis's gun as he grabbed a smaller piece of rope out of a black backpack to then tie their hands to each other. Clara kept her smile hidden as they made their first mistake of which she was sure would be many. Well, at least she thought anyway.

As Travis continued to tie them to each other, Samatha put the guns down on the desk along with Clara's clutch. The blonde then picked up the laptop and placed it beside the items and proceeded to turn it on. It was at that point Clara wasn't entirely sure what was going on. Her first thought had been that they'd maybe torture them for a bit before then finally killing them, however, it seemed there was something she was clearly missing. Her opportunity for questions was non-existent as a fabric gag was wrapped across her mouth. Turing her head slightly she noticed Marshall didn't have one, only her. she huffed slouching against Marshall causing him to grunt at the sudden weight of her against him.

''What's your little friend called,'' Clara rolled her eyes at the choice of words the woman used. Her tone was just annoying, high and squeaky, with a hint of trying to sound sweet when she just sounded like a chipmunk.

''I'm sure she'll tell ya if you ask her nicely and maybe take that shit outta her mouth,'' Marshall spit out and Clara didn't need to hear what happened next as his head knocked the side of her own as Travis slapped him in the face.

''Name bitch,'' Travis ordered, swiping the rag out of her in one hard yank, which pulled her whole head forward.

''I recall the gentleman asked you to ask me nicely Mr Clayton,'' the mans eyes widened as Clara smiled sweetly up at him, ''don't write your name on the label of your jacket next time,'' she nodded her head towards the label and sure enough when Travis glanced down his name was written in black permanent marker. Of course, Clara had known his name beforehand, but the name in the jacket meant she could say it without getting Marshall suspicious of her.

''Her name Clara Taylors, drivers license,'' Samantha gave her own sickly sweet grin. Clara just stuck her tongue out of the woman. Although, before she could say anything mean spirited towards her Travis had shoved the gag back across her mouth.

''What's it say about her,'' Travis asked. Unfortunately for Clara, he'd stood in front of the screen so she couldn't see what programme they were or what they were doing.

''Nothing. Like she doesn't exist,'' Samatha's voice went down into a whisper, she was so quiet that Clara couldn't even hear her anymore.

''How about we figure this out when we get back. Take care of our first target then deal with these two later,'' Travis suggested.

''Your right,'' much to Clara's annoyance Samatha shut the laptop lid, meaning she couldn't even get a small glance at what they had been looking at.

''Don't run off now, we'll be back soon,'' Travis taunted grabbing the gun from the desk and the bed, as well as one of the knives too. Samatha did the same thing and within seconds the door clicked shut.

'''What are you doing?'' Marshall questioned as he felt Clara trying to move forward. Then before he knew it they had fallen off the bed, ''fuck Clara why didn't ya warn...'' He stopped himself when all he heard was a muffled sound, he'd forgotten about the gag in her mouth.

''Move your head sideways to mine I got an idea,'' Clara frowned, but never the less did what he told her. Marshall managed to turn his body and head on its side so that he could reach her cheek and pull the gag down so it hung around her neck.

''Move with me we gotta get to the desk,'' Marshall had no choice but to oblige as Clara shuffled forward across the floor, him shufferling backwards against her to match her movements.

Once they reached as close as they could get to the desk, Clara lifted her leg up and managed to with the heel of her shoe knock her clutch off of the top. It fell open as soon as it hit the ground the contents spilling everywhere. Luckily there was nothing that set her on edge if Marshall was to see it.

''What are you doing?'' Marshall ground out getting a little impatient and annoyed at the lack of information she was giving him.

''Just hang on,'' the answer was an exasperated sigh from Marshall, which Clara ignored and continued on with her plan.

She dragged the phone towards her using her heel as a hook. Sighing in relief she slid her shoe off and used her toe to put the device on speaker.

''Rose please tell me you got all that and you're coming to find us?''

'''Yep just about, I'm in the corridor now, but I was too late to see the room they came out of,'' Rose admitted. The exchange between the two women caused Marshall to have even less of a clue than when the whole ordeal started.

''I think it's like the fourth one along, shouldn't be locked.''

''Thank fuck,'' the comment made by Marshall was enough to know Rose had found them, ''now can you explain what it actually going on?'' he cried out once Rose had finished untying them. Both women looked at each other and nodded before turning to face a scared looking Marshall. Clara sympathised with him, he'd never been in a situation like that before and it was obviously not knowing what was happening had made it even worse.

''We don't know,'' they spoke at the same time and for added effect both moved to hug Marshall who took them gladly in his arms.

He had a feeling there was something Clara was hiding from him because the way she'd handled the situation seemed as if she may have done it before. But then again she may just have been good under pressure. There was no denying that she'd called Rose before they'd entered the room.

''Come on let's get out of this room,'' Marshall spoke up and both girls agreed. They left first with him a little way behind.

''We're just going to the bathroom, make sure your out of sight if they come back,'' Marshall nodded as he let them enter the ladies room which was located down a corridor to the left. Marshall taking Clara's advice squashed himself behind a six-foot statue, which allowed him to watch the ladies room so he knew when they left.

''I look like a fucking creep,'' he muttered to himself, shaking his head at the craziness of the night so far.