Tom nodded at the further instruction, thankful that she gave it, because frankly, he couldn’t remember the original directions. “Did you know her?” He asked, hoping it wouldn’t upset or provoke her in any way. He took the last turn, keeping an eye out for the driveway she spoke of. The street was pitch black, with what looked like a sketchy warehouse – the only building for what looked like miles. He turned into the drive, taking in his surroundings. “Why not just answer me so I’m not surprised when you kill me?” Tom turned the car off, the cold almost immediately setting in as the heat stopped. He once again, took in his surroundings. Nothing for miles, so running was practically out of the question. Probably no cell service, either. Damn.
He unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, practically waiting for the gun to be held to his back again. “So this is how I die,” he sighed, holding the keys out for the woman behind him.
It was obvious that Cara knew the girl at least to some degree, or she wouldn’t have known to ask in the first place. But she didn’t want him to know how or in what way, she didn’t want the poor girl to be interrogated any more than she was already going to be. So she didn’t say anything until he turned into the driveway, his comment being met with, “I told you, I have no intention of killing you or even hurting you as long as you do what I tell you to. Whether or not you believe that is up to you.” Then they were getting out of the vehicle, matching each other movement for movement until the gun was pressed to his back again. Cara slid his keys in her coat pocket before using her free hand to nudge him toward the warehouse. Once inside, he would see a mostly-empty building, save for a duffel bag, a lantern, and a sleeping bag. She gestured to the latter, ordering, “Sit down.”
Tom swallowed, hard. “You have a funny way of showing it, holding a gun to my back? C’mon. Classic trope.” His feet shuffled as he was nudged forward, pushing the door open with his sweaty palms. It was empty and dark. Really dark. He barely saw the duffel and sleeping bag until he was directly next to them. “You- you sleep here?” Tom’s heart went out to the woman. Nobody should have to live like this – in a cold, abandoned warehouse with no lights or heat. He sat down near the lantern, turning himself so he was facing his captor. “What do you want with me if you’re not going to kill me?”
Cisco backup 