Agent Carter. The way he said it sounded so familiar.
She adjusted herself against my back making it a bit more comfortable for both of us now that he was gone.
"How are we going to get out of here?" Angie was surprisingly calm; she wasn't shocked at all. She acted like this happened on a normal basis. I was scared out of my skull but I did my best not to show it.
"Well assuming that what is tied around our wrists is rope, we might be able to cut ourselves out of these bindings." We both began to struggle against the rope. "You wouldn't happen to have a knife, would you?" She responded to my question by placing a cold metal object against the palm of my hand.
"I'm guessing they didn't check my sleeves when they locked me in here," she was starting to understand the gravity of the situation. I could hear it in her voice. I didn't blame her.
I positioned the knife in my hand so that I wouldn't cut either of us when it opened, and then I flicked the switch. The knife made a click that caused her to slightly flinch. It wouldn't be noticeable to most people, since she had obviously gone to a great length to conceal it, but I still caught it. Her silent terror hurt me to the core.
I dismissed this unwanted information and began cutting at the rope around our wrists. I worked for around ten minutes on those ropes, cutting myself twice. I would get her out of here. Then we were finally free. We both stood up and began rubbing our wrists from the burns we received from trying to wiggle our arms out of the ropes. We turned around and saw each other face to face for the first time.
"Hello, English," she said with hope in her eyes.
"Hello," I replied with a smile to mask my fears. "Let's get out of here." We then proceeded towards the door, which was unsurprisingly locked.
"Well that was anticlimactic," she said half joking and half with a twinge of sadness. I had already began to formulate a plan when I cut the ropes. "What now?"
"Your knife has multiple uses," I answered with a smirk. I then jammed it in the lock and wiggle it around until I heard a slight click. "Fantastic."
"Wow, English," she whispered to me, astonished. I slowly began to crack the door open and peek to see if there were guards outside our cell. "Impressive."
Outside of our cell, there was a single guard with a gun loaded with bullets. The man keeping guard didn't have any spare rounds so there must've been a full round in the gun already. I gestured to Angie to stand back just in case I wasn't successful and I had to fight him off. She stepped back a few feet and gave me a reassuring look. I didn't need reassurance even though he was twice my size. I snuck up behind the man, covered his mouth, and finished the job. I pulled him into the cell and pried the gun out of his warm hands. I walked towards Angie holding his gun in my right hand and she proceeded to take my left hand.
"Come on, let's go," I said to her. We cautiously strolled out of the cell and looked both ways before deciding to turn to the right, down the darker hallway that would make it harder for us to be seen. We immediately regretted our choice when we heard voices come in our direction. We hurried to the intersection where we could go in another direction and turned right. We came to a door, that when tried, was unfortunately locked. Angie's hand began to slightly tremble.
"What now?" She asked, with her voice slightly cracking.
"Currently working on it." I let go of her hand and held the gun in both hands, ready to strike. The men were very close and if we tried to make a run for it across the intersection, we would surely get caught or killed. I wasn't sure which would occur; I still didn't totally understand the situation. I gently pushed Angie against the tiled wall and waited for the men to pass. As they approached, I realized a major flaw I had made. They were coming down the hallway and would have a perfect view of us no matter what direction they decided to travel.
We were perfectly and utterly screwed.