In another part of The Cold Star's secret lair; Clara was sat down in a dark room save for a light pointed at a cold metal chair and matching metal table. Clara was forced to sit and her hands were tied behind her back to the chair.
"It's really not necessary to tie me up. I promise you I don't plan on running." Clara was visibly worried. "Please just let me go."
"You're not going anywhere." Ayame's boots clicked and her chains jingled as she slowly stepped out of the shadows. She was long and lean and her face was delicate but pointed. Her long black hair touched Clara's leg as she leaned in close.
"Where is he?" Tsumetai asked in a harsh whisper.
"I don't know who..." Clara was interrupted.
"Don't lie to me!" The Cold Star yelled in Clara's face and banged on the table. "I know he's hiding here amongst my men. Tell me you aren't an accomplice."
"I'm not..That's what I've been trying to tell you.." Clara bit her lip and closed her eyes as she felt Tsumetai Hoshi's long cold fingers smoothly work their way up Clara's thigh.
"Are you scared?" Amaya leaned in and whispered in Clara's ear.
Clara could only shake her head yes as she closed her eyes tighter.
"You're very pretty, Clara" Tsumetai ran a cold finger down Clara's cheek. "I would hate to tarnish something so beautiful."
Clara could feel Tsumetai's hands slowly moving over her body. "Don't touch me!" Clara wriggled in her seat. "Please, don't!" Clara opened her eyes and looked into Amaya's cold dark eyes. She was beautiful but in the sort of way that an elegant steel blade was beautiful. She was untouchable. Tsumetai smiled noticing Clara was examining her face in quiet awe.
"People have called me beautiful too." The Cold Star gave a quick spin in her tight leather ensemble. "What do you think?"
"You're very beautiful." Clara looked down at the ground. "If only you weren't so wretchedly evil" Clara looked back up feeling a little braver. "Imagine how much more beautiful you'd be if you weren't so vile."
Tsumetai's dark red lips curled into a smile as she chuckled. "You're very innocent, aren't you?" She licked her red lips as she chuckled again.
"Have you ever given thought to kissing a woman, Clara?" The Cold Star placed a finger under Clara's chin and raised it up to force Clara's face up to look into her eyes.
"Yes, I have." Clara was starting to look angry. She leaned in and kissed Ayame throwing her off guard long enough to kick her and spin around to hit her with the chair she had been tied to.
"You're going to pay for your insolence!" Tsumetai held a bleeding leg as she limped towards Clara who was attempting to run with a chair still tied to her back.
"Help!" Clara slammed her shoulder against the door trying to open it but instead fell over on her back with the chair still strapped to her. She wriggled on the floor unable to get up.
Just then the door burst open and Amy and Daichi ran in. "Clara!" Amy ran to help her as Daichi ran to stop Ayame.
"It was you all along?!" The Cold Star was furious to see one of her own guards had been the man she was looking for undercover.
Daichi took out handcuffs and strapped them to Tsumetai's hand and the metal table bolted to the floor. "You're under arrest for drug trafficking and 13 counts of murder." He pressed a button on the device he wore on his wrist that went straight to the police station. "This gives my coordinates at the time of the arrest but I still have time to leave the scene. I prefer to remain in the shadow of anonymity." He began to run out of the room and down the hall. Clara and Amy followed him to a large garage filled with motorbikes.
Clara quickly jumped on a motorbike. "Come on!" She yelled at Amy to join her. Amy's long legs wrapped around her as Amy sat behind Clara on the motorbike. Calling it a motorbike was most likely an incredibly old fashioned word in the late 22nd century. It didn't seemed to be powered by a motor at all.
"I know you ride a motorbike to work, Clara. But can you ride a futuristic hovercraft bike?" Amy asked holding on to Clara's waist tightly.
"I expect so. It's that sort of day" Clara grabbed the helmet hanging from the side of the bike and strapped it on. She watched what Daichi did and copied it. It worked a little different but it was more or less the same idea as her bike back home. Except it jumped from zero to full speed in less than a second making Amy scream in Clara's ear as they sped through the neon streets of Tokyo.
They arrived at a simple apartment complex on the less attractive side of town as the sun began to rise. "We just wanted to say thanks for everything before we go" Clara bowed her head and shook his hand. "Your work is extraordinary"
"Already leaving? You're more than welcome to come inside for a cup of tea" Daichi invited.
"Oh, well I would certainly love to get to know you better" Amy smiled flirtatiously.
"That would get in the way of your anonymity; wouldn't it?" Clara tried to come up with an excuse as she hid her frustration and jealousy.
"For you I'll make an exception" Daichi smiled as he started walking up the stairs. "Unless you have somewhere to be"
"We should have been home about 180 years ago so we're a bit late." Clara looked at an imaginary watch on her wrist as she took Amy's hand and started walking her back to the bike.
"Very well then" Daichi waved goodbye as they drove away and headed back to The Tardis.