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This, Chance had to admit, was a truly fucked up situation if he had ever been in one. Handcuffed on the floor of a basement room with no window but a very solid-looking steel door. Not to mention the crew of armed thugs outside said door and the aftereffects of the sedative they had shot him up with.
One week of playing defense and he had managed to blow it completely. Well, not that completely… The client, if he was as good a swimmer as he had claimed to be, should have made it into safety by now. For Chance himself the near future looked a little bleaker.
He could probably try to escape once they hauled his ass out of this hole, but he somehow had the feeling they weren't planning to reopen that door. A closer inspection of the frame had revealed a very suspicious looking isolation – someone had made the only exit watertight. Together with the reeking drain on the floor this didn't bode well at all. Judging from the smudgy lines along the walls this room was meant to be flooded…
Chance rolled onto his back and studied the ceiling. He'd been in shitty situations before, to be honest more often than not, but this time? No way out. It would probably be a good thing if his self-control held so that he didn't start swimming and wouldn't fruitlessly struggle to the end, but he doubted it. He was quite attached to his ass and he had never really given up.
Granted, a week ago, after he had lost Katherine at the docks, he had been on the verge of calling it quits for good, but then the cop had shown up and…
KABOOM
An explosion shook the room.
Gunshots.
Another explosion and the door burst open.
"Hey, planning to sleep in late today? Get your lazy carcass off the floor!" Winston quickly unlocked Chance's cuffs and pushed a gun in his hand.
Just in time, because heavy pounding of feet down the corridor indicated that the rest of the thugs were about to arrive.
"We get to shoot the bad guys!" Winston yelled.
Giving firing cover for one another, they made it to the boat.
"Client is safe, left him with some buddies of mine." Winston cautiously maneuvered the boat between a couple of rocks where they'd hide out till nightfall, then paused. His newly found business partner was exceptionally quiet today. "You okay?"
Chance didn't answer right away. In fact he remained silent so long, Winston was on the verge of giving up on expecting a reply. Then, suddenly: "I had totally forgotten about you."
The words had hardly left his mouth when Chance's stomach knotted up – this was quite a revelation. What would Winston say? They were supposed to be partners, how could he just…?
"Well", Winston said and rummaged around in a box near the boat's controls. "Good thing I hadn't." He threw Chance a beer.