“For fuck's sake, Cap, I wanted to play with him a minute more,” Rides snaps, but we all ignore him as we are going for lunch.
Cap snarls, “I was sick of him, and you were playing with your prey. Move on, Rides.”
I shout over my shoulder, “Rides, Bowie, help the prospects get rid of the body.”
“Will do, Pres,” Bowie shouts in reply, and that, as the saying goes, is that!
CILLA
“Can you take that out to the dumpster, Cilla?” Bessy asks, and I give her a smile along with a nod. I pick up the trash she has bagged and head outside.
I don’t see anyone, but hear a scuffing noise. Turning to see who was there I am taken by surprise when something hits me on the back of my head. Everything goes black!
I don’t know how long I’m unconscious, but when I start to regain my senses, I realize I’m not where I should be. I can hear voices mumbling about getting paid because they grabbed the woman. The woman being me, I assume.
Keeping my eyes closed and feigning unconsciousness I reach out to Bono, using only my thoughts because I don’t want whoever this is to know that I’m awake and aware of what is going on around me.
“Bono! Are you there? Tank! Pyro! One of you, for goodness’ sake answer me!”
Pyro appears in my mental vision.*You are okay, Cilla. Bono is doing what he can to tell someone where you are*
“Where am I?”
*You are on the outskirts of town. In a derelict warehouse that these assholes are living in. Well, squatting. Anyway, I’ve been practicing my ability to be a poltergeist. You know, so I can light up their asses*
“You have not!”
*I have, and I’ve gotten good at it. I’m going to light up this building if necessary so you can get out and get gone*
Hearing voices coming closer, I keep my eyes closed.
“Is she going to wake up soon? You didn’t fuckin’ kill her, did you?”
“Of course not, idiot.”
“Is ZeBach coming for her soon?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Let’s just leave her here and come back later. I’m hungry.”
“Okay, she’s still out of it so we should have time to go get burgers or something.”
After the voices had stopped close to me, and presumably happy that I’m still out of it, they turned and walked away. I crack my eyes open and notice immediately that they have left the door ajar. I wonder if they are mentally impaired, because who the hell kidnaps someone then leaves them unattended?
*Fuckin’ idiots that’s who*
“Oh, hi, Tank. I didn’t know you were here,” I rub the back of my head and wince when I touch a lump.
*Can you move now, Cilla? You need to get the fuck out of here*
Getting to my feet, my head spins a little, but I pause just long enough for it to stop, then make my way to the door. “Is there anyone here standing guard, Tank?”
*No, there were two of them, and they both left. Pyro has gone to watch over them, and Bono is still watching ZeBach. So come on, Cilla, make a run for it*
FINGER
Meanwhile, at the clubhouse…