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« on: November 28, 2010, 08:40:07 AM »
Chapter 8 - Wil
Wil was thrust from his thoughts by an explosion. He slammed his head into a wall and became unconscious. When he awoke, he was in a prison cell.
Wil looked around, dazed and confused. Also in the cell was someone who he identified as a member he didn't know, and also Korby. Korby jerked awake shortly after Wil looked at him. Seconds later, Wil was being pushed against a wall with Korby's hand firmly on his throat.
"Why did you throw me out of that window?! That hurt, you know..." He said indignantly. Wil was unable to reply, as he was being strangled. Korby released him. "Sorry, I was pissed off. Get over it." Wil said, walking over to the bars, massaging his neck. They were in a small box-like building, with half of the space being a rusty jail cell and the other half consisting of a dozing security guard and a bottle of E-Tank. "Where are we?" He said.
The member that Wil didn't recognize that he now realized was Phoba spoke up, "They're terrorists or something." Wil looked back at the sleeping security. "Terrorists?" He looked around, quickly realizing there was no way to escape but through that door.
"Yeah. You guys fell unconscious on the bus, but I was able to not hit a wall. They all rushed in and grabbed everyone who looked interesting... us three. I heard them talking while I was pretending to be asleep. They want to hold us hostage for some company to send them money to release us." Phoba said, looking at his own hands with mild interest.
"What do they want with us? None of us are important enough to be ransom money..." Wil said, but he noticed Korby was looking worried. "What's up?" Korby turned to face him. "I think... I think they're after me."
"My brother runs the most successful Server Terminal in Bass Sector, I guess they went to get me, and got you two as bonuses in case my bro wants to give away some more money." Korby sat on a bench, deep in thought. Wil was as well. How was there a way for him to get out of here? Korby's brother might pay for his release, but to imply that he would even consider paying for the release of him and Phoba was laughable. They would be dead within the hour of the deal finishing.
Outside, three amateur gangsters sat around playing cards. They sent out their message and a picture of their prisoners a while back, and were now waiting for a reply. These guys were criminals, but none of them really knew what they were doing. They were mostly running off of the confused guidance of their leader, Rourke. Suddenly, the phone rang.
They scrambled for the phone before Rourke pushed the rest away and answered it. "I believe you have gotten our messages, Korbi?" He said slyly. He paced around, and said, "Yes. .... If you don't have 100,000 dollars here in 24 hours, all the hostages die. .... Well- .... Yes. .... 5,000 each for the spares. .... Okay, okay. .... We don't take bribes, Mr. Korbi. And if you call the cyber police, ya done goofed because we will kill your brother. Call us back when you have the mo-" Another explosion.
The small building was in crumbles, and out of the rubble came Phoba, Korby, and Wil, the latter two holding handguns. Wil held up a half-crumbled brick. "Hey! Maybe you should lock your weapons room, and not position your guard directly next to the cell!" He threw the brick at the oncoming other terrorist, who was knocked cold. The second one hesitated, before running.
Rourke stood frozen, looking at the burning wreckage of the jail cell. His first thought was that he wondered why they blew up the jail building. Now that he thought about it, his operation really was sophomore. He didn't have much time to think about it, since Korby plunged a bullet through his heart.
"Korby, what the hell?! We weren't supposed to kill him!!" Wil shouted, looking around at all the burning wreckage.
"I don't like being kidnapped. It's not really something I enjoy." Korby said, looking dazed at the sound his gun made.
"Shut up!" Wil yelled, locating a parked car a while away.
"Let's take that car and get out of here! If the police show up and find three dudes carrying glocks with two bodies and a burning building, they won't take kindly to it." He said, storming over to the car.
"Where do we go now?" Phoba asked. For the second time that day, Wil had no answer to that question. He just got into the car and started hotwiring it. Korby and Phoba looked at each other and got in too.
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