"There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch, it's bringing me out the dark
Finally I can see you crystal clear
Go 'head and sell me out and I'll lay your shit bare
See how I leave with every piece of you
Don't underestimate the things that I will do."
- Adele (Rolling in the deep)
The chair scratches the hardwood floor as I jump up. How she escaped one of the most secure places in the U.S. is a mystery to me. But I don't have any time to think.
I feel the lack of rest and the need for blood weighing down on me as I walk to the dark brown double door. It's been a long night.
'What happened,' I demand whilst I walk past Winston towards the garage.
She follows, tucking her shirt back into her pants. 'All I know is that something went horribly wrong. What exactly, I don't know.' She grabs the keys to the Jaguar from the small locker beside the door to the garage.
I slow down my pace and look at Winston, 'went wrong... doing what?'