She was bored out of her mind as she remained in the chair, this was pretty much torture for the 12/15-year old girl.
One of the henchmen walked by, she hoped to get his attention with a 'hey', but he blatantly ignored her.
Harper huffed "I have to go to the bathroom!" she announced, hoping one of the henchmen would actually listen to her.
It didn't take long before she heard footsteps coming towards her, she held her breathe for a moment to make sure that the footsteps were actually coming towards her until a henchman finally showed up.
"You called?" he asked rhetorically and unamused.
Harper nodded "I have to pee." She said bluntly, staring the henchman in the eyes.
He huffed before walking up to her, untying her from her seat and nearly dragging her to the bathroom; the henchmen stood behind her, making her feel awkward as she looked at him.
"A little privacy?" she suggested, shooing him away.
The henchman stared her down for a moment before he sighed, exiting the bathroom "Don't try anything funny." He muttered before closing the door.
Harper sighed, not able to really feel her legs after being stuck in that chair for what felt like forever; she looked around the tiny bathroom to see a small window above the sink, near the ceiling.
She did the math herself, how could she squeeze through and run for her life; she thought about how long it would take her.
Harper looked back at the door before beginning her climb to the window, gently climbing on top of the sink and reaching up high to unlock the window.
"Please don't fall." She begged herself as she pushed the window door open and grabbed the open wall.
She pulled herself up, kicking her legs against the wall to give herself some support before she finally began to climb through the tiny window.
At that moment, she was thankful that she was built like her mother; Harper fell out of the window and onto the hard dirt.
Harper didn't waste any time picking herself up and running away from the building, but she was beginning to see a fence blocking her from pure freedom.
She wined as she made it to the fence "I wasn't built for this." She murmured to herself before beginning to climb the fence.
"THERE SHE IS!" she heard behind her, but she didn't bother looking behind her; she kept climbing until she was over the fence.
Her shirt caught on the fence but Harper didn't care as she pulled on her shirt and began to run through the woods.
Harper ran for her life, she smiled to herself; maybe she had a chance, maybe she was going to get away.
But she thought too soon as someone scooped her up in their arms "Did you think it was going to be that easy?" Walter Sykes asked her.
"In all honesty, yes. I did." Harper spat with an attitude.
"Okay, this is all we got from the cops." Pete said, spreading everything out in the warehouse.
Pete cleared his throat "We got the security footage from inside and outside the coffee shop and the man likes exactly like Walter Sykes…except not in a wheelchair anymore." He remarked.
Myka nodded "We talked to a couple of the staff, and they said that the girls were regulars, naturally, and that they didn't waste any time trying to get away from Sykes." She spoke gently.
Steve huffed "Are we going ahead and saying that Walter Sykes kidnapped my daughter?" he snared.
Myka and Pete began to feel nervous as they turned to Claudia who put a hand on his shoulder and leaned towards him "Hey, relax, Steve." She spoke gently.
Steve shook his head "No! No! I'm sorry, I can't do this!" he remarked, walking out of the office and out of the warehouse.
They stood silently for a moment before Claudia sighed "Steve!" she called out, following him out of the warehouse.
"Steve! Hold on!" she called out, following him out to his car.
Steve huffed as he turned around to Claudia "We're not going to find her just standing around, Claude!" he yelled out.
Claudia sighed "We just have to pace ourselves—and you heard what he said, to not try and find her." She remarked.
"CLAUDIA—stop! She's my daughter-"
"OUR daughter, Steve!" Claudia interjected.
Steve shook her away "…she's my daughter. She's all I got. And every time a bolt of lightening hits, or another artifact falls, I can't help but wonder if she's scared, or angry, or sad. I wonder if they've hurt her. I wonder if she still believes that I'm coming for her." He remarked.
Claudia choked up, she knew he had a point; she was feeling the same way but was holding herself together to find her with the team.
Steve was letting his anger take over "I would die a thousand times for her, and I would kill for her. I don't want to find my daughter dead; I don't want to have to pull the metronome out because I couldn't get to her in time." He said before getting in his car.
"Steve!" Claudia cried out, letting a single tear fall onto her cheek; but he didn't respond, he drove away.
Claudia feared the worse as he drove away from the warehouse, he had gone rouge.
Claudia walked back into the warehouse, wiping away tears as she looked at Myka, Pete, and now Artie who were waiting to hear what happened.
"…he's lost his mind." She muttered, beginning to hug herself.
Claudia tried hard to stop tears from forming again as she shook her head "I don't know what I'm going to do." She said.
Pete and Myka walked up to Claudia and held her close "It's okay." Myka assured her.
Claudia shook her head "No. Steve's gone rouge. I've never seen him so angry before." She admitted.
Pete and Myka looked at each other "We're going to find them. Both of them." Pete promised, letting his hug become a little tighter.