Scarred.

"Dammit hurry up and leave already," Catherine begged from her hideout.

She could barely take it anymore, being squeezed into a tiny corner like that was becoming more than uncomfortable for her and she needed to stretch, but not with those people diligently searching for her.

One wrong move would be all it took to end her, but Catherine was running out of patience as she wouldn't constantly try to snuggle a space for her legs and luckily she wouldn't move anything to cause a sound.

From a small hole created by the entrance into the ceiling, she watches them diligently.

"So what's your plan boss, you lead the way, and we follow behind," his companions say mockingly and the others laugh.

He sighs tiredly and reaches for his phone, "A.J. are you still there?"

"Sure am, I'm all in for this idea of yours, just hope it turns out the way we want it to," A.J. says.

"That's for us to find out," the man says. "Call the others and in different buildings," he begins and Catherine curiousl