The sound of the cuff clicking around her ankle and the cool feel of the metal on her skin snapped her from her thoughts. She tried to jerk her leg back, but the cuff had already tightened enough to trap her. With blinding speed her free leg lashed out and she felt it catch a glancing blow to what felt like her assailant's forearm. He had been farther away then she had expected so the blow lacked any real strength. Whoever it was, he was fast. She had to move quickly and get free before he<i>or she</i>she reminded herself could capitalize on her weakness. She gritted her teeth as she tried to lift the heavy table. It barely budged as she fought to lift it. Giving up for the moment, she lashed out with another desperate kick, her heel glancing off of what felt like a well muscled chest. Again he had absorbed most of the blow so that she had barely caught him. Even though her heart was pounding in her chest, she focused on breathing deeply and trying to figure out a to escape.<br/><br/>She made a living by being calm and out-thinking people that thought they had her on the defensive. She had to use that same focus here. She straightened up and turned to face her attacker. It had been not even a minute since she had first felt the cuff encircle her slender ankle. Now she stood, squinting into the harsh light of the small LED. She could not make out any more than a silhouette of the person that had gotten the drop on her. She quickly went over what she knew. He was tall, strong and fast. he was clearly trained in fighting and stealth. That left her at a pretty distinct disadvantage and being restrained did not help.<span style="color: indigo">"Okay," </span>She said calmly, her voice soft and sweet<span style="color: indigo">", you have my attention. Now, who the hell are you, what do you want, and what have you done with Sean?" </span>her voice was calm but anger flashed in her eyes as she stared at her silhouetted attacker<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>