"Location?"
"Three in Ireland, almost everyone else in LA, and one final one all the way in Florida...for some odd reason."
"Hm, a good chunk of them are stuck where they are...Alright, send in the team, retrieve them all, take whoever is around them as well, we can't have this leaked out."
"Yes sir."
"Mom! I CAN'T EXPLAIN IT! PLEASE JUST SEND ME MY PASSPORT!" Ian screamed to his mother on the other end of Jack's landline phone, using his cellphone was Toby,
"Yes. I know it sounds crazy...Please, I need my passport. I'll explain everything when I get home."
Mark was the luckiest one out of the bunch, not because he could get his passport easier, but because when he looked back into the closet, where he and the others had originally popped out of, he had found his phone in the far corner.
"Yeah...Yeah...I know. Look if you could just send me my passport to Jack's place I'll be eternally grateful, The key is hidden in the lamp outside... Thanks again. I'll talk to you later, bye."
Mark was the first to successfully hang up, once he put his phone on the table, Jack could only lean in and say,
"You all are aware that mailing passports overseas is illegal, right?"
Toby and Ian both stopped their conversations in midsentence, looked at Jack, before sighing out.
"...Mom, is mailing passports overseas illegal?" Ian asked in a slightly worried voice, there as a brief silence before he sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, he then nodded. Both Toby and Mark let out exasperated sighs. Jack watched, with somewhat amusement, as Mark grabbed his phone and redialed the person back.
"Never mind! It's Illegal!" Mark yelled to his phone as he threw his hands up.
"Yeah, It's illegal, I just found this out...Look, I'll call you back..." Toby sighed and hung up, it was followed by Mark, and lastly, Ian, who seemed to have trouble getting his mom to stop worrying.
"Guys, It's going to be alright. Look, I'll go online and look up nearest US Embassy-"
"So we can sit and wait for as long as a year?" Ian brought up.
"What choice do we have? I rather sit and wait than go to jail, and be jail cell mates with a guy named Buffalo Bill. " Mark defended bitterly, Toby nodded in agreement and Ian let out a sigh,
"Alright, Alright...I hope Anthony's having a better time..."
"It's going to be alright. We'll figure this out." Jack tried to comfort the three of them.
"I'm so tired..." Toby confessed laying his head down on Jack's dinning table.
"Yeah..." Mark and Ian both agreed at the same time, they followed Toby and laid their heads down.
There was a moment of brief silence between everyone, before all of them jumped at the loudest bang coming from the front door.
"What the bloody hell!?" Jack screamed as he jumped up from his table. Jack started towards the door, but before he made it, there was another bang followed by a loud crash.
"HANDS UP!" Came several harsh yells. Instinctively, everyone did as they were told as several rather large men came in all holding some intimidating looking guns. "ON YOUR KNEES!" One of the men roared out, instantly Jack fell to his knees like instructed, hands above his head, the others did the same.
One of the men grabbed Toby by the back of his collar and forced him to lay down on his stomach.
"Urg. What the fuck did we do?!" Toby screamed at the men as they continued to push Ian and Mark down on their stomachs as well. Jack felt someone grab his collar and force him to stand up.
"Ah! Fucker!" Jack cried, that earned him a harsh push to the floor, he almost hit his head on the edge of his dinning table. Before he could pull himself back up, he felt someone press their knee into his back.
"HEY! GET OFF HIM!" Mark suddenly yelled, the man proceeded to jump up and tried to tackle the man who was on Jack. Mark may be a bit more built than the other youtubers, but when he went up against a man trained to restrain people no matter their size, it didn't surprise him that he had gotten knocked back with a single hit.
Jack went to respond, however everything suddenly went black, not because he was knocked out, but because the man had placed some sort of burlap bag over his head.
"MOVE OUT! GO! GO!" Someone screamed, Jack was forced back up to his feet, his arms restrained by the man now, being dragged away and out of his home, Jack could hear the muffled shouts of the others behind him. He wasn't outside of his home for too long before he was suddenly shoved into, what he presumed to be a van. Falling onto his left his shoulder first, Jack quickly used his, now freed, hands to get the bag off of his head. He jumped and rushed to the van's doors only to have them shut right before he could make it out.
"NO! LET ME OUT!" Jack screamed banging heavily on the metal doors with his hands. Looking out the small window, he saw several other vans, each van used for a different person. Watching Mark, one of his best friends, get shoved into the van next to him, Jack started to hit the doors with everything he got, "LET HIM GO! WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!...ARSEHOLES!" He ended his sentence by slamming both of his open palms onto the door at the same time, causing some mild discomfort to his hands. Breathing heavily, Jack felt his heart race as they put Toby and Ian in the other vans.
The van he was in started to move away from his home, Jack instantly started to tug on the locked and hatched door.
"No! LET ME OUT! HEY..." Breathing out, he felt fear grip him as the van containing Mark turned in a different direction from the van he was in, Jack could only shake his head in disbelief at what was happening.
"Mark..." He breathed out, feeling cold fear slowly grip his chest, Jack suddenly jerk back as the van he was in started to pick up speed making it hard to remain standing.
"Oh god..." Sitting down, Jack let out a shaky breath and slowly huddled against the nearest wall.
What the hell did he get himself into?
