She thought she had a moment to herself, to finally cry for help as she left a note on the bathroom Mirror made out of hand soap: 18F has a bomb. Her plan would of gone perfectly, until He quickly opened the door and slammed it shut behind him, quickly locking it and slamming his hand against her mouth so she won't yell for help.

His hand squeezed against her neck so firmly, the skin turning red beneath his hand as his eyes gazed into hers, his voice firm and strained as he slammed her against the wall. "Think your so fucking slick, huh?" he scoffed, his gaze slowly drifting to the note written on the mirror before he slammed her harder against the wall, forcing her head over to the mirror. "So clever." He mocked.