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The men pull Jean in a dark, dirty room and tired her to a chair. One, who she guesses was the leader, took off his balaclava and she saw his face for the first time.

He had dark short brown hair and a hard face, which suited his body, tall and muscular, very intimidating and scary.

He spoke in a low voice. 'Are you detective super intendant Jean Innocent?'

'Who are you?' She said

Someone came up from behind and slapped her hard around the face and whispered, too close to her ear for comfort. 'Answer the question'

It made her heart beat go up rapidly and her face throbbed. She didn't know what to say but ended up just whispering 'yes'

Hathaway woke up dried blood all down the side of his face. Suddenly he remembered where he was and what just happened.

He had to open to door, find Jean and get out. But one he couldn't open the door, two had no idea where Jean was, three where they would got once they got out if they ever found the exit.

He got up and started looking for the door, then hit it as hard as he could but it wouldn't move. Kept going until he was exhausted, his whole body ached but kept picturing Jean there with them and carried on.

Innocent still had no idea who they were or what they wanted with her and James but it can't be good.

'Give me the picture' the leader ordered to the others. Suddenly, out of what seemed like no where, one of the men at the side produced a piece of paper and gave it to his boss.

He shoved it in front of her 'Do you know who this is?'

She looked at the photo of a man with short brown hair who looked quite like the man in front of her but older, and remember the face but couldn't remember where from. Someone whacked her on the back of her head, she gasped in agony. The leader grasped her chin and pulled it up to looked at him.

'I'll ask again, do you know this man?'

Then she remembered where she'd seen it, back when she was still an inspector, there had been a case of two murders, the man in the photo had been the murderer. James Coal, a fierce, alarming man who threaten her with violence many times while she interviewed him.

'Yes' she answered

'Well this man was my father and you put him behind bars when I was only 15 he died in there and I never saw him again.'

'So what do you want with me and my friend now?'

'You revenge, your friend just happened to be there when we came so we thought he could come in useful.'

'So what are you going to do with us?'

'Well first I thought we would play around with you, and then kill your friend then you. What do you think?'

Jean gulped. What she going to do? She had to find James and get out. But how?

Out of nowhere a hand came and punched her hard around the face. She tasted blood in her mouth and start trickling down her chin. And knew that was only the start.