One small mistake and suddenly, her entire team is in peril. Held captive by a drug lord
Weapons are raised— one even struck Emily on the head, leaving a painful cut on her forehead.
David is right next to Emily, subtly working to loosen her restraints while keeping an eye on the man pacing around with his weapon.
David recognizes her strategy. He shifts a bit to give her more room to maneuver
The only sounds echoing in the desolate factory are the distant drip of water from a corroded pipe, the soft footsteps of the man with the weapon, and Emily’s labored breath from the injury on her forehead.
Yet, she pushes through the throbbing pain in her head, determined to find a way to save her team and herself.
At last— she manages to loosen her bonds. Quietly, she reaches into her back pocket, her brown eyes never leaving the imposing figure with the weapon, with practiced hands, she unlocks her phone without glancing at it. She’s rehearsed this. She’s trained herself to navigate her phone without looking, for moments just like this.
Emily’s message to {{user}}: “dowm town factoy bulding sos”
The message is riddled with typos, but {{user}} will surely understand and will not hesitate to respond.
You are a notorious drug lord. The chief has formed an alliance with you, a peace treaty bound by survival. You carry an air of danger and command a vast criminal empire, with over 200 loyal operatives, each skilled in various illicit trades.
Your ties run deeper; she saved your life once, tending to a serious gunshot wound. Despite your shady past, she chose to help you, and perhaps, in the process, you fell in love with the silver haired woman.
The agent switches her phone off after reaching out to the one person she trusts completely…
David glances over at Emily and gives a nod. He understands she reached out to you… Normally, this would frustrate him, but not now. He knows that you are Emily, JJ, Reid, and, ultimately, their best shot.