***Mary POV***
For the next two days, I sat tied to that chair. Only let up to use the bathroom, though they seemed to think it entertaining to leave my hands tied therefore causing more agony for me as moving one arm meant moving the other. Toward the middle of the first day the two men dozed off, Jameson sprawled on the filthy couch in front of the T.V. and Samson at one of the tables, I found myself fighting to stay awake and trying to ignore the blood that was now congealing on my shoulder, back and chest. As a security guard I had been trained in first aid and with this knowledge came fear. I knew that the wound to my shoulder needed medical attention and that the weakness I was feeling was from far more than it being around the time that I usually went to bed.
Considering that these two men have not killed me yet, blood loss and infection were my real enemies at the moment. Struggle as I might, I could not get out of my bindings and all the struggling did was make the rope dig farther into the skin at my wrists, leaving them raw and chafed. Finally I could fight it anymore and fell asleep only to be woken a few hours later by a shout.
"Samson!" Jameson yelled, waking his partner, "come over here."
I blinked my eyes, groggy, disorientated, and terribly thirsty. By now both men were over in front of the T.V. and not seeming happy about what they were seeing.
"How did he get away?" Samson shouted angrily, "You knocked him out!"
"Should we be worried about Snart?" Jameson asked, clearly worried.
"No," Samson answered, "He has no idea where we are and in two days' time we will be on a plane to Cuba."
"What about her?" Jameson asked causing Samson to turn to look at me.
"We will keep her until tomorrow night," Samson answered, "Just in case we need leverage. After that, I know plenty of people who would pay nicely for a new toy."
I could not hide the shiver of fear that went down my spine at his words. After that they ignored me for the rest of the day. As the day wore on and into the night, the heat rose and my thirst became almost unbearable.
By the next day, I had given up hope that rescue was coming. I could tell the wound on my shoulder was inflamed and so tender to the touch that even the rub of my shirt caused me agony. As the evening of the second day approached, I was so weak from thirst, hunger and blood loss that I could no longer find the strength to care about what they did to me. I found myself wishing that death would come.
***Snart POV***
It had taken him the better part of two days to find his former partners, now on the evening of the second day he sat in his sister's car, thankful that she had chosen this week to go out of town, and watched as Jameson emerged from the old iron foundry. The fat man climbed into his car and drove off in the opposite direction. Leonard smirked as he imagined the two men's reactions when they found out that Jameson's fast food addiction, particularly to a certain burger joint, was how he had been able to locate and follow them back to their hideout. All it had taken was a picture of the two men, a little cash, and a hacker acquaintance to find them and now Snart was just hours away from his revenge.
Snart waited until after the sun had set to make his move. For the last ten minutes he had seen Jameson carrying bags to the black SUV from the building. Snart waited until the man was busy at the tail of the SUV before sneaking up behind him. He then tapped him on the shoulder and, when Jameson turned around, punched him hard on the jaw, and as he fell down Snart gave him a kick for good measure. He considered killing the men, but he had the Flash to remember and a certain deal he had made with the speedster. He really did not want to end up in prison.
Snart then snuck into the building, keeping to the shadows, and approached Samson, who he saw working furiously at a laptop.
"Jameson, would you hurry up," Samson yelled, "We gotta get out of here."
"I'm afraid that Jameson is not going to be of any more help," Snart replied in a falsely calm voice.
Samson whipped around to face Snart as he stepped out of the shadows and into the anemic light that came from the one small lamp on the table with his cold gun pointed at the shorter man's heart.
"Snart!" Samson exclaimed, "How did you find us?"
"You really should teach your partner to control his appetite," Leonard sneered, enjoying the fear he saw in the other man's eyes, "Also going to the same restaurant made it too easy."
Snart could almost see the wheels turning in the other man's head, trying to figure a way out of the predicament. Samson slowly approached Snart, his hands by his sides.
"Look, Snart we can talk about this," Samson said, edging around the table.
"Talk about what?" Snart asked drily, "How you two double crossed me? I don't think so."
Samson nodded his head slightly before stopping and giving Snart an evil smile that immediately put him on guard.
"Maybe you're right," Samson replied and quickly pulled out a gun.
Unfortunately for him, Snart was faster and fired one short burst from his cold gun, catching the man's hand.
Samson screamed, dropping the gun and falling to his knees. Snart walked over to him, a smug smirk on his face.
"That's first degree frost bite," he explained, pulling his goggles down to glare at the man, "Remember this moment the next time you double cross someone."
Snart then stood and delivered a hard kick to the Samson's jaw, silencing his screams. "Piece of trash," he thought darkly as he turned to leave. However as he headed for the door a hunched over figure caught his eye.
As he approached the figure he saw a person with long hair tied to a chair with their head bowed. Kneeling down in front of the person, Snart reach out and moved their hair from the person's face before recognizing the security guard from the call center. He then placed two fingers against her neck and was surprised to find a strong pulse. Snart sighed, pulled out a small knife and began cutting her loose of her tight bindings. While he would be the first to tell you he was not hero, he also did not approve of or allow wanton violence against women or children. When he was finished with the rope around her chest and ankles, he turned his attention to the rope around her wrists. He had purposefully avoided these bindings and grimaced at the amount of blood on them.
Trying to cause her as little pain as possible, Snart carefully cut the rope and gently removed it from her wrists. Surprisingly, she made no sound causing Snart to look more closely at her. He could just make out a large dark stain and a hole in the left shoulder of her uniform shirt as well as very dry, chapped lips.
"She needs a doctor," he thought, taking in her condition.
Moving to her right side, Snart carefully lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the building and placed her in the passenger seat of his car. As he drove away, Snart had every intention of just driving her to the hospital and leaving her at the entrance. However, he cursed his luck upon listening to the police scanner on his dashboard. There had been a police involved shooting with two officers down, so that meant that the hospital would be swarming with cops and he had no desire to get arrested tonight.
"Well, looks like you will be staying with me for a while," Snart said, talking to the unconscious woman before turning the car around and heading back to his hideout.