When Cait looked like she was about to throw up, Fred turned, worry flooding through her that her friend was ill. But then MacPherson started to talk about poisoning her and Fred felt bile rise in her stomach.
"You bastard," she hissed, balling her fists together, wanting nothing more than to jump at him and hurt him. But if he had the antidote... She looked over at Cait, wishing there was something she could do, but she didn't want her hurt anymore than she already was.
Looking back at MacPherson, she shook her head when he said that he'd get far with their help. They couldn't help him. They couldn't. But the idea that he would very likely kill them...that he would let Cait die...
They needed to figure a way out of this. They couldn't let him take them to Warehouse. They had to get out of there and get Cait to the hospital so they could help her and tell the others what was going on so they could stop him.
She just wasn't sure how.
Once MacPherson left, Fred took a deep breath, looking over at Cait, her mind still spinning. When her friend whispered that she had the GPS, her eyes opened wide. If she could get it to transmit...
Seeing that Cait still looked pale and shaky, she reached over and slid it out of her pocket. "Just relax. I'll see what I can do with this."
She had no idea if MacPherson had a camera on the room, but she couldn't take any chances, so she turned herself in order to use her back and Cait as a shield. Looking at the sensor, she turned it on and got into the set-up options, programming it to broadcast their position. She then took a deep breath and enabled it, praying that MacPherson didn't have some kind of signal dampner and that the others would pick it up.
"Okay," she whispered, slipping it back into Cait's pocket. She then looked at her in concern. "How are you feeling?"