Claire lifted her head as she saw Abram being brought into the room, relieved to see that he was mostly okay, but a little unnerved that he was smiling. She certainly wasn't smiling, and she was still trying to get herself out of the restraints on her wrists. Any non-verbal skill that she was trying to use did absolutely nothing, and she was slowly beginning to realize that this room had wards on it that prevented magic from being used. Even apparition was impossible after a brief attempt, though she didn't have enough energy to do it properly to begin with.

"I'm as okay as I can be at this point, they must have dragged you out before me." She said, coughing in an attempt to clear her throat. It felt like somebody had filled her cheeks with cotton balls, and she craved some sort of moisture desperately. "I don't have my wand either, I don't think. They've got my hands tied up pretty tight though, and I haven't managed to undo them."

Continuing to struggle with the bindings, she looked over him, worried at how much he was bleeding. "This is the worst hangover ever." She said dryly, standing up and walking over to him as she wiggled her hands around. "There are wards on this room; we can't get out by magic no matter how hard we try."

"The first thing is to get our hands free." Claire murmured, pacing around the room and trying to survey the room as well as her partner, looking for a plan of escape as well as doing some sort on injury assessment. Auror training wasn't exactly the best when it came to situations like this; everything they were trained to do assumed that they had some sort of magical help when fighting or interrogating, but in this situation, they had nothing. It was a room with a light hanging from the ceiling, and two wooden chairs that looked like they would splinter if someone even looked at them too hard. The door was locked with a pretty decent lock, and the walls were solid enough that there was no way to push through them.

Biting her lip, she walked behind him and realized that the knot on his tied hands was in a position that she could get to. She also realized that there was a very big chance somebody was listening to them, and blowing their plan out loud would be the final nail in the coffin. Walking up next to Abram, she got close enough to rest her head on his shoulder, the picture of stressed defeat to anybody that could be watching, but close enough for her to be able to whisper to him. "I think I can undo the knot on your hands, and then you can undo mine." She murmured. "I think we can at least get our hands undone, so our wrists don't rip into pieces. Mine are already shredding."

Waiting for a little while, the leaning position easing the throbbing in her headache surprisingly well, Claire straightened up once more and pulled him down to sit next to her at a bit of a slant, his shoulder against the wall and her opposite shoulder against the wall, her head back on his shoulder. [color] "Just don't look like I'm untying your hands? If we can get this done, then getting mine done should be easy."[/color] She started to fiddle with the knot on his rope, finding a place that would cause it to loosen up if she had something like a bobby pin or a sewing needle to wiggle the rope apart. She could feel the rope digging into her wrists further, making them bleed as she tried to get him untied, and she had to stop for a minute, closing her eyes.

"This works far better in Muggle movies." Claire muttered under her breath, frustrated. In movies it looked like the agents were able to just untie ropes quickly and move on, but in reality, the ropes were chewing into her skin and making it bleed, the knot was too tight for her to untie without looking and with the tips of her fingers, and she didn't have the convenience of being a character in a movie that always won in the end.

She sat for a minute or two, trying to ease the pain in her wrists, before she realized how much of an idiot she was. [color]" I am an actual idiot. I can have any hands I want."[/color] Claire said, falling silent for a moment and concentrating through her headache, putting the energy into her hands and wrists. She may not have had magic, but she did have the ability to make her hands and wrists smaller by changing them into the hands of a child, and within thirty seconds her hands were free from the rope and back to normal size.

With the rope gone from her wrists, and a bobby pin from her hair, she made quick work of the rope on his hands, untying the knot and loosening the bind before pulling the rope away. "We're both free, but I don't know if they'll be watching and able to see that we don't have the rope on." She whispered, biting her lip and leaning back against the wall.

Claire nodded in his agreement with his plan, looking up in surprise as the door clicked open before they had a chance to say anything more. A half formed plan was in her mind off the back of his plan, but there were so many variables that could go wrong that there was no way to tell what would work and what would go horribly wrong. Grabbing a length of rope and shoving it in her pocket, just in case her half formed plan worked, she stood with a fairly neutral look on her face as the guard approached her.

Not reaching towards him so he had no reason to sound any sort of alarm, she backed up to just near the door as Abram launched into action, taking advantage of the element of surprise and distraction to gain the upper hand. She hesitated at the door, not wanting to leave Abram behind, but as he tossed the wand directly into her hands and she grabbed it, she knew she could do better getting out of there and trying to find a way out. There wasn't much she could do in a room covered by wards anyways.

"Eyes and throat!" She yelled back, examining the guard fully before taking off down the hallway and praising her small size for allowing her to move fairly noise free, or at least more noise free than most would be. The wand in her hands wasn't hers and therefore wouldn't work as well, but it would work, and combined with non verbal spells, she was back to nearly a full bag of tricks.

For somewhere with two kidnapped hostages, the warehouse was surprisingly bare, and she slipped into a side room, trying to catch her breath and stay out of the way of other guards. She briefly contemplated sending a message back to headquarters, a distress signal, but she wasn't sure that would be possible given that she didn't have her own wand, and she doubted it would be smart given the fact that someone at headquarters could have given them up. Backing against a wall, she hit something soft, realizing that she had found some sort of closet or wardrobe of guard uniforms, identical to the one the guard in the room had been wearing.

The only option she could think of at the moment was risky at best, and depended on whether Abram was able to get past the guard.She wasn't sure how far the wards went and she didn't want to set off any alarms in an attempt to get Abram, she just had to pray that he incapacitated the guard, and soon.

Still groggy from whatever had been in the alcohol, head still pounding, it took a lot of energy to enact her idea. With the wand and rope on the floor, she tugged her own clothes off and pulled a guard uniform on that she thought would be close enough to the right size of the new man, the clothes draping off of her and dragging on the floor. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and focused as intently on the guard's image as she could, grimacing at hoe much concentration it took. A minute later, she no longer looked like Claire; she looked like a large and intimidating guard, and she bent over, lacing boots on and putting the wand in its holster, the rope coiled on her new belt.

Kicking her clothes into the corner to either hide them permanently or come back and retrieve later, she emerged from the closet and shut the door behind her, beginning to patrol the hall in an attempt to blend in.

Claire couldn’t see Abram, but she also couldn’t see or hear any sort of panic or guards rustling around as they realized that the cell had no prisoners and one guard. She was praying that he was able to get out okay, trying to keep an eye out for him while also blending in. She paused in the doorway of a small room and heard rustling from around the corner, causing her to whirl towards the noise, momentarily forgetting that she was meant to be a guard rather than an Auror.

When she saw that the noise was from Abram, who looked as if the guard had used him a weapon instead of an opponent. The nerves lifted slightly out of her stomach, then dropped back down when she saw his knees buckle under him. With no explanation, she reached forwards and grabbed him around the waist, picking him up and taking him into the small room, shutting the door behind them and setting him down on the floor.

“Abram, it’s me.” She whispered, taking the opportunity to maintain energy by using her own voice rather than that of the guard’s. ”We’ve got a trick they don’t know, but we don’t have long before they figure it out.”

Her partner looked like hell, and she attempted to keep the worry off of her face. He needed help soon, and she wasn’t sure how much she could give, or how far the wards on this place extended. The only thing that made sense to her was to have wards on the cell itself, and maybe on the immediate hallway outside. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be able to use magic in case of an escaped captive.

“I cant do anything big now, but I’m going to heal as much as I can in as little time possible so you can at least walk out of here. I have the rope in my pocket; once you’re healed a little I’ll tie you, and I’ll escort you out of here. I don’t know if it will work, but I have a wand and a disguise, so it’s the best plan we have right now.”

Praying this worked, she put a hand on him and mumbled, “Episkey.” she could have done it without speaking, but it was stronger with the wand at her side and took less energy. It wasn’t a strong spell by any means, but it would heal any small cuts and scrapes and broken bones, like noses or fingers.

”Can you walk?” She asked, offering him a hand. He needed a wand at the very least, and at best they would find their own wands and her bag, which were likely locked up somewhere with her bag being gone through.

Claire made sure to tie his hands well enough to be convincing, but loose enough for his to be able to slip his hand out and fight if it came to that. She had no actual plan for what was going to happen, and she was hoping that every movie she had ever watched worked out in her favor with what she was trying to pull of. Having a wand was helpful, but she wouldn't mind if they got out of there without ever using it.

"The only way I can see to get out of this is to tell the truth most of the time, make major assumptions, and lie the rest of the time. I can do this for about an hour, I'm guessing. Just go along with it." She said quietly, just loud enough for him to hear. Pulling Abram up a bit roughly, to keep up the image, she stared down the guards, squaring her shoulders.

"Little bitch in the room pulled some bullshit trick; nobody thought to warn us she was a metamorphmagus. Went in there to pull her out for questioning and the minute I touched her, she turned into me, and he started to beat the shit out of me. Knocked her out, but she hasn't turned back yet. I'm separating the two of them so they can't pull a stunt like this again."

She was using the guard's voice, a rough barking noise, and holding Abram firmly. "She'll wake up soon I'm guessing; still have my wand, and she's not that big, so just don't let her change into one of you. I'm taking him to storage first, see if we can get him to give us the laptop password. It's got some sort of encryption on it."

She started down a hallway, not giving the guards time to react, when one called, "Storage is the other way, dumbass. Reverse trace his wand too, see if he can explain the last stuff he has on there."

Claire turned and led Abram in the direction the guards had indicated, shaking him slightly as they walked towards the other guards to keep up the image, praying they didn't see past the scam.

“We are absolutely in over our heads.” Claire said in her own voice, finding it was becoming harder and harder to fully be the guard. Her hands and voice were hers now, allowing her to conserve some of that energy but stay in a state that would allow her to quickly shift back should other guards enter.

Surveying the room, she ran a hand through her—or rstaher the guard’s—hair, seeing just how carefully planned everything was but also how much of a mess the place was. They wouldn’t have time to sift through everything to find their wands; she would kill for a camera and her computer st the moment. Her wand and her bag were all she wanted at the moment, and she had no idea where to find them in this clusterfuck of a room.

Looking around the mess, pacing a little bit, her eyes lit up and she looked at Abram. ”We are idiots.” She whispered, a look of glee in the guard’s expression. “we’ve spent so long learning complicated things, non-verbal defense spells.....we’re forgetting the first things we learned. We can summon something we don’t know the location of—we should be able to summon our wands and the rest of our stuff from in here! Do you have the energy to get yours? You try first, and if it works, you can watch my back while I get my stuff, and we can figure out a plan to get out of here. We may have to cause some serious damage, take out a lot of people at once.”

She spoke in a low, quick whisper, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Accio was something she had completely forgotten about, sonsidering she really only used it when she was lazy, but in this case, it was completely plausible. They’d have to do it one at a time, but if it worked, and they didn’t have to search for everything, then they could buy themselves a lot of time and save a lot of energy. There was no way to know whether they would have any backup coming, whether their bosses knew what was going on and had been involved or whether there was a mole in the departments. Their best nest was to just escape with a trail of destruction in their wake, though if they could get out underected, that would be he best option.

Claire grimaced as the alarms went off as soon as he summoned his wand; there were clearly wards on this place. The only persons meant to be in there were the ones that knew where everything was, and any sort of magic was forbidden. He summoned her wand before she even had a chance, and she grabbed it from the air, already feeling reassured once the familiar piece was back in her hands.

She knew she was expending way too much energy in keeping up the guard's form, and at this point, it was kind of irrelevant, so she ducked behind a table and shifted back to herself. The guard's pants fell off almost immediately, considering how small she was in comparison, but she kicked his boots and pants off, using the uniform shirt as a dress and just going barefoot. She still had the guard's wand, but she snapped it in half and threw it behind her, figuring any weapon down they could make the enemies would make an advantage.

Abram cast the first spell, repelling the attacks, but she knew that was a hard spell to keep up, and not effective if they were in here for a while. "On the count of three, drop it." She hissed, hoping the attackers couldn't see.

Quietly counting to three, she cast Protego as soon as she hit one, putting up a strong shield between the two parties. "You figure we could get a Patronus out of here? Somebody somewhere has got to be looking for us. She asked, not looking over as she focused all of her attention on the shielding spell while also trying to figure out what in the hell they were going to do.