cellobowsandarrows:

“I’m not Clint thanks. I have plans, in fact I remember my last plan went rather well…for me.” Kate bit back, she shouldn’t have, she knew the moment the worlds left her mouth the attitude would probably get her killed. Still…she hoped the fact that Whitney needed her help to get them out of here alive was going to work on their favour. 

Shoved out the door on to the stairwell she took them three at a time, they were running for their lives and generally when you were running for your life you tended to run as fast as you fucking could. She couldn’t remember the last time that she had taken stairs like this…but with the number of floors they had to get down it was going to be interesting. 

“What happens when we get down there?”

Whitney wanted to slam the little cunt against the wall and jam her knife into her neck, but she knew that she would regret it, if only because she wouldn’t get to savour the moment and watch the bitch die.

So she bit the inside of her cheek and kept trekking down the dozens of flights of stairs, pushing Kate along the way when her boot kept catching on the back of her cheap shoes.