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Chapter 3

"Hey! Hey come on wake up!"

My vision is blurred and I can't focus on any sights or smells.

Where am I? Where's Grant? What happened in the control room?

A sharp throbbing in my wrists interrupts my thoughts.

"Skye? Skye can you hear me?" I suddenly recognize the voice I heard earlier. Grant's.

I try to say something but I can't move anything.

Slowly, I open my eyes and let my vision refocus on his face only a few inches from mine.

"I'm trying to get you out, they tied you up here."

Suddenly, behind him I see a dark shadow approaching. I tried to see what it was or call out but my mind was far too heavy and foggy.

I felt Ward turn away and reach for his gun. All at once I felt his body weight crush onto my thighs. I tried to twist away from the figure that hit him but instead I felt a blunt, stinging force strike my cheek, once again, knocking me out.

I open my eyes. Immediately everything is much clearer. I feel a lot more alert than last time. I guess whatever they used to knock me out wore off.

I look down at my wrists to find them tied up to Wards' with a crude rope. My wrist and face was covered with blood.

I couldn't turn back to see Ward, but I felt his body warmth and shallow breathing.

"Pst! Grant?" I nudged his back with my elbow.

Immediately he tensed up and tried to stand to no avail. The only thing he managed to do was practically dislocate my shoulder from pulling the ropes.

"Cut it out we're not going to get anywhere." I stated, pointing to the location where the rope locked into a metal grate.

"Well that's just great then," Sighed Ward, "The last thing on my agenda was getting tied up with you."

"Hey, I was just expecting you to buy me a drink first."

"Skye really. Do you know where the chip is?"

"No, I was about to place it. Then I was just knocked out."

"Even better." Grant sarcastically remarked, "I might still have a knife in my side pocket, if I can reach it..."

He pulled the rope on my wrists, causing them to hurt even more, and got the silver blade out from his vest.

I watched as he tried to slice through the figure 8 loops that bound us to the ground.

"Well what do we do now?" I inquired.

"Try I get out. We'll have to abandon the mission without the chip in our hands"

"SKYE? AGENT WARD? Are you there?" Simmons words interrupted Grants' trying to cut off the ropes.

"Yeah. We're here just a little tied up at the moment." I responded.

"Really?" Grant rolled his eyes at me.

"You guys have to get of there." Simmons voice sounded worried.

"Why? What is it?" Grant asked, worried.

"The whole lot." She stammered, "They're going to blow the whole lot up."