The Fugitives: There's always a plan

Prep Escape

When Holly Minard woke up, the darkness in the room shadowed her. It wasn't the darkness that resulted in the discomfort, it was the effect of the backhand slap, which still felt like it happened a minute ago.

Looking at her suit trousers, she saw that they were shimmering with a blue haze. She snatched her head up to see the security camera hung on the wall with a hook underneath the gap of sliding.

As she stood up, propelling herself towards the direction of the blue haze, every light in the room was switched on in unison. She gasped and pressed her hands to her eyes, force tossing her backward. The enlightenment had totally swayed her head with stars and caused a loss in balance.

She squinted at the glare, anticipating a door to be opened. With no gap in time, a door from behind opened.

“Come on,” said a burly man whose eyes only were hazardous, unlike his lovely voice. Minard staggered forward with her eyes slowly adjusting to the light.

“Sit…and eat,” the burly man said. She da