Uprising
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Kaylee waited in a small flat, what she assumed was one of many of Miguel's many places of personal residence, located several stories above the bottom-level bars and clubs of Heavenly Bodies in the same structure. The accommodations seemed to have suffered a little since the occupation; she sat on a hideous couch, fairly comfortable. Aesthetically, however, it featured off-white, dull red, and other various brown in thin strips. You'd think he'd get something a little more appealing, she thought.
Miguel had left to tend to some business and meet with a few of his higher-ups. Two well-muscled thugs stood outside, guarding the room, and bars blocked the windows, ensuring she couldn't leave by that route either. She was four floors up anyway, and the fire escape had been torn out for scrap metal years prior. She sensed that he brought a lot of his girls here. There's really no escape, she thought with a shudder.
She had taken a while to search the place. On the left of the entrance, the kitchen was partially concealed by a short section of wall with two openings. One led to the entryway, and the other came out into the living room area.
Miguel was an arrogant man, some would say fearless. Kaylee thought he was just plain dumb. On the kitchen counter sat a knife block containing a dozen sharp implements. Kaylee had already taken one of the longer ones and snapped off a section of the blade. She then stuck the handle back into the block to show nothing amiss. She wrapped the sharp edge in a few layers of thick medical tape she found in a first aid kit under the sink to create a makeshift grip. She hid the blade under the pillow in the bedroom. She grimaced at the thought of being in there with Miguel but assumed that he would give her little choice in the matter.
The concealed weapon made her feel better. If I can surprise him, she thought, I might have a chance. As much as she hated to admit it, the bedroom was the place that he'd likely let his guard down the most.
She waited on the couch for him to return, wondering how far she'd have to let him go before he'd let his guard down enough. She shuddered again.
Kaylee walked around the flat again, checking and rechecking her concealed weapon. She moved a few pieces of furniture in the main living space, adjacent to the hallway. She found a bottle of oil in the cupboard and unscrewed the cap, setting it on the ground around the corner to the tile floor in the kitchen. It was easy to kick over. She pulled out a few chairs around the small kitchen table.
She set the entire place up to have as many areas to trip up and fall over as possible, carefully memorizing each one in case she needed to use them to her advantage. With all of her preparation, she almost felt as though she stood a chance against him. He may be cruel, brutal, heartless, selfish, narcissistic, and arrogant, she thought, but he seems to be constantly alert. I just need to find a good moment.