12-28-2020, 03:45 PM
The team move cautiously in the truck's direction. That blast would've alerted anyone in a half-mile
radius. Sure-footing; guns up. A dull sense of wrong hangs in the air as they get closer. Their friend
nowhere to be seen. They stop a short distance away.
"Alex!" driver calls out.
No answer. They all look at one another. Delia's turn.
"Alex!!"
Men two and four assess the brick building. They wave an all-clear.
"Take him." driver said as he shoved their prisoner in Delia's direction.
He creeps slowly up on the left side of Alex's vehicle. It seems plans have changed.
"We got a problem!" he yells.
Delia and the others rush in, now seeing the full scope of their predicament.
"Shit!" she says in frustration.
Driver pulls the hunting knife from the middle of the steering wheel, freeing the blood-lashed
paper that was affixed there. GPS co-ordinates. To God only knows where. This wasn't good.
"Now he's got both of them." he says.
Delia looks at him and then stares off into the distance.
"I guess we have a party to crash." she says looking back at him.
"Bind him up, stick him in the back!"
Delia pushes the captive towards the rear of the truck where she secures him at wrist and ankle.
They all slip off their duffle bags, load them into the backseat floorboard and hop in. This had the
potential to go very bad.
Only 7am and it was already getting warm.
radius. Sure-footing; guns up. A dull sense of wrong hangs in the air as they get closer. Their friend
nowhere to be seen. They stop a short distance away.
"Alex!" driver calls out.
No answer. They all look at one another. Delia's turn.
"Alex!!"
Men two and four assess the brick building. They wave an all-clear.
"Take him." driver said as he shoved their prisoner in Delia's direction.
He creeps slowly up on the left side of Alex's vehicle. It seems plans have changed.
"We got a problem!" he yells.
Delia and the others rush in, now seeing the full scope of their predicament.
"Shit!" she says in frustration.
Driver pulls the hunting knife from the middle of the steering wheel, freeing the blood-lashed
paper that was affixed there. GPS co-ordinates. To God only knows where. This wasn't good.
"Now he's got both of them." he says.
Delia looks at him and then stares off into the distance.
"I guess we have a party to crash." she says looking back at him.
"Bind him up, stick him in the back!"
Delia pushes the captive towards the rear of the truck where she secures him at wrist and ankle.
They all slip off their duffle bags, load them into the backseat floorboard and hop in. This had the
potential to go very bad.
Only 7am and it was already getting warm.
