In a situation like this i have only one thing on my mind, 'don't get caught'. Their voices echoed under me, but one stuck out more than the others, Stephan Herondale's. I slightly moved a ceiling tile to peer through into the meeting room. Stephan sat at the head of the long table in a grey tuxedo, his golden hair slicked back. The other members sat around him in less fancy attire.
10 years ago, Stephan Herondale started a secret sinister mafia the rich only knew about, called the Herondale Co. (Original, i know). They would be hired to torture their victim without mercy, then finally after hours (and sometimes days depending how much they were paid) the victim would either die from blood loss or by 'eating a bullet'. They take pictures for proof of their work and give them to the rich snob that wanted it done. Most times they properly hide/dispose of the bodies, other times they dump them in a river, lake, or canal. People find them, bringing the news broadcasters who commonly mark it off as suicide. The police don't try to find the murderers when it is filed as homicide.
That's where i come in. I work for my SUPER secret family business Morgenstern Secret Services (i just call it MSS). We are a top secret organization of spies that collect every move from HC. Long story short, they don't knows us, we hate them, and we're both very top secret.
Back to my current situation. I heard a faint cracking sound and i instantly freeze and pray to Raziel that it was just in my head. Apparently i didn't pray hard enough. I fell through the ceiling, landing on my side onto the mahogany table.
Stephan abruptly stood, eyes wide and a deep scowl on his face. Before i even got the chance to stand and fight them off, two hands grabbed my arms, then dragged me away.
You can't say i wasn't trying to get free, i thrashed and almost slipped free by kicking the guy in that one personal area, but more bastards grabbed me. Before i knew it, a cloth bag was placed over my head.
But even as i was blinded, i felt a pair of eyes watching me...
Jace's POV
I watched him put a bag over her head, unable to help the redhead. I never usually want to help people, but trust me, this time i wanted to help, but he would hurt me. Again. I just have to keep my mouth shut. Standing from my chair, i followed them out the door, closing it behind me.