Hello everyone! Here's part of the ending for that annoying cliffhanger I left you on, 'Hostages, part 2'! I told you it was going to be short, and it is. Sorry, but I really wanted to get this out for you. Please enjoy!

EMILY POV

I sat in my chair, with nothing to do. I stared at the knife sticking out of my synthetic leg. I mentally stopped the fake blood flow.

I had less than an hour to occupy myself, knowing the Dorian had already located me. He had gotten the message that my synthetics could be tracked like the MX.

Is that what I am? Just an emotionless MX?

I wondered if they had called Nicholas to tell him what was going on.

I started humming the songs Dorian and I had sung during the road trip. I mentally planned out the next 90 meals I would have for the month. I made a mental list of things I had to do once I got out of this god damn chair! And some of them aren't that pleasant.

Suddenly, the door opened again. I whipped my head around to see who it was.

It was Hale. I narrowed my eyes in anger.

"Hello, dear." He walked up to me.

"They're not going to make the trade." I retorted.

"Well if they're not going to make the trade, I'll have to get you to tell me where Harris is." Hale replied.

"I'm still not going to tell you." I rolled my eyes.

Hale grabbed my face in one hand. "Yes, you will."

"No, I won't." I replied.

"Yes, you will." Hale dropped his hand.

"No." I repeated.

"Yes!" Hale yelled. He raised a hand, ready to bring it down.

"No." I said forcefully.

"Yes!" Hale slapped me right across the face. It stung for a few moments, but I pushed the pain aside. Hale raised his hand again, in a fist.

Another man burst through the doors. "Sir! The police found us. They're breaking through."

"Pack up the equipment and get a car ready for me." Hale ordered, walking away from me. "Seal this door. She can die from blood loss alone in there." Hale ordered as he walked out. I could hear him walk down the hallway.

"Freeze!" I heard a voice yell. An extremely familiar voice. Then I heard gunshots and the man at the door was dead. He slumped down to the ground, leaving a trail of blood on the door. There was a bullet through the front of his head, a perfect shot.

Someone came running in to help me.

And it was the one person I wanted to see.

John.

I knew you would like it! The other half of 'Finding Emily Clark' will be up soon, I promise!

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