Celeste's eyes snap open as the shadows grab both of her arms, the color draining from her face. Locke—Hunter—warned her that this place was dangerous, and while she had no reason to doubt him, until now she assumed it was all lip service. She can defend herself. But held there before this man like some prisoner, it's the first time she's been forced to face this threat face-on.

But this, she can still handle. Even if her heart is pounding in her ears, she can put up a brave front. As long as it's just her being threatened, she can face this with grace. It isn't until she hears a shuffle of movement behind her that her rough exterior crumbles, as she tries desperately to pull free from her captors.

Because while Hunter, Trance and Frost have been doing their best to keep a low profile, it seems that they have not gone unnoticed. Shadowy workers surrounding the three in an ambush, drawing the phantom thieves out into the open.