A/N; Hey guys, wow 3 reviews on the first chapter, that I was not expecting, so thank you to LovelyBirdxx5, Kasuto Vero and Martha Your Dear for those! I'm aware the plane crash part is similar to The Crazy Violist's Help Us If You Can (check her stories out, she's brilliant, I particularly like Scrambled Eggs and The British Invasion) but that wasn't deliberate, I just needed something to set up the kidnapping of the boys, the plane crash is not relevant to the rest of my story, in fact I got the entire idea from a book called Hurricane Gold. (read it, it's good) Anyway, just clearing that up, sorry for the long Author's Note, enjoy chapter 2 and review :D

P.S: For you guys who like my other story I Believe In Yesterday, I kinda have writer's block, so don't kill me, I'll have something up soon.

John glanced at Paul's watch. It was 8.45pm. They had been driving for around 2 hours. Alejandra, the girl who had sliced Ringo's finger off, had not taken her eyes of them. John refused to look at her. He was lost in his own thoughts. He had a plan. He would get them out of this.

*Paul POV*

And they wondered why I didn't want to come to Mexico.

My arm hurt like hell. John had done his best with the bandages, but it was a ramshackle job to be honest and I think it's got the beginnings of being infected, which makes matters worse.

I felt sorry for Ringo. Blood was still coming from the stump he had left of a little finger. Would he ever play drums again? Who knows?

We had to focus on keeping our strength up. Out of the four of us, John was the fittest, he had just got a bit battered when the plane came down, and other than a few bruises, he was fine. George's ankle was completely done in and I was worried that he wouldn't be able to get very far if we managed to escape, my arm was aching and Ringo was without a finger.

I think we knew that this Mexican girl would probably slit our throats if we tried to escape. I stole a glance at her. She looked barely 17, and she was tiny. But she was clearly light on her feet, nimble like a puma and handy with a knife. But, she wasn't with the Southern bird and 4 guys. They had obviously only recruited her to do their dirty work. If somehow, we could get her on our side, it would be even. 5 against 5. I tried to think of a way to do just that.

But my mind was blank.

Then it came to me.

*Ringo POV*

These people were going to pay. The girl had only gone and cut off my finger for "insurance." Being the closest of the four of us to the other gang members, I tried to listen in to their conversation. As far as I could tell, the woman was called Miss Barlow; I didn't catch the first name, or it wasn't brought up. I knew one of the men was called Jeeves, the short, stocky one was called Whatsat, there was a blonde one called Charlie and a tall, red haired one called Ginge.

I snorted to myself.

Our captors went by the names of Miss Barlow, Alejandra, Jeeves, Charlie, Ginge and Whatsat.

Honestly, the only two I was slightly afraid of was Alejandra; okay, fuck it, I was shit scared of her, and then Ginge, because he looked very tall and broad. I just hoped one of the other guys had a plan to get us out of this because I certainly didn't.

Suddenly the truck grinded to a halt and Charlie got out and gave it a good kick.

"Stupid Mexican crap!" he yelled. He was American.

I was worried that he was going to take out his frustration on one of us when Miss Barlow came out and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Calm down now Charles. We'll just rest up here and let our campers know what we're gonna be doing," she said, looking over at us. I gulped as a smile dawned on Charlie's face.

*Third Person*

Jeeves grabbed Alejandra's arm and said something to her in broken Spanish about the truck. She winced as he let her go.

"Sí seor," she said, and went towards the bonnet of the truck.

Meanwhile, Jeeves, Charlie, Whatsat and Ginge had sat down across from the boys and Miss Barlow was standing at the edge of the truck, silently daring them to talk.

"Well fellas, you're probably wondering why you're here," said Ginge, stubbing out a cigarette and kicking George's ankle, who winced.

"Don't touch him," spat John in disgust.

Ginge squatted down so he was face to face with John.

"What are you gonna do about it, huh tough guy? You queer for him, eh?"

John didn't reply; he simply glared at Ginge in disgust.

"Now, now Ginge, there will be time for fun later," said Miss Barlow. "Plenty of time," she said while looking directly at Paul, who shrank away from her gaze.

"Moving on. Let's get straight to the point; you guys are rich and famous and I sure as hell don't think the world would wanna lose the Beatles," said Charlie. "You agree?" he said to Whatsat.

"Whatsat?" said Whatsat. Obviously the man was a bit hard of hearing.

"I said, I don't think the world is gonna wanna lose the Beatles!" shouted Charlie.

"Oh, yeah, no they won't. Especially if they lose one," he said, pointing a gun directly at John's head. The man could barely hear, but he had eyes like a hawk.

Paul, Ringo and George felt their stomachs flip. Was this man really going to kill John in cold blood?

"Well go on then, I can't stand this waiting around," said John, daring Whatsat to pull the trigger.

Jeeves rolled his eyes. "Put the gun down, Whatsat, we can't shoot 'em,"

Ringo let out a sigh of relief.

"Yet," said Jeeves sharply, looking at him.

"What the hell do you want?" asked Paul.

"Well, sonny boy, we want a lot of stuff. And we're pretty much willing to do whatever it take with you guys to get it," said Miss Barlow, with a twisted smile.

"Look, if it's money you want, we have loads, you can take it all," blurted out George desperately.

Miss Barlow laughed.

"Aw honey, if it was only that easy. No, sugar, what we want is revenge.

"Revenge?" said Ringo curiously, despite himself.

"Let me tell you a story," began Miss Barlow. "Once upon a time there was a flying ace called Jack Stone,"

George gasped. "He-"

"I know sweetie," said Miss Barlow, silencing him with a flick of her hand. "Anyway, this guy was a pretty famous war hero. He had dinner with the president, and he was very rich. Or so everyone thought. But in reality, he was broke. So, when everyone upped sticks and moved down here, he was lured by the liquid gold,"

"But I thought the oil rush was just a myth?" said Paul. Miss Barlow laughed.

"Oho, it was, the only people making any money were the guys supplying the tools to the suckers. Anyhow, Stone had to keep up the pretence of being a rich, famous guy, but the wife and kids couldn't handle it, so they went back to the States, and he became just like the rest of them; a greedy fool. He owes me something," she finished.

"Well he's dead, so whatever it is, you're not likely to get it," said John.

"He's not dead," she snapped.

"Yes he is, I saw his body with my own two eyes!" shouted John. "You're all twisted. What do you want with us? We're wounded and in the middle of nowhere and we have families, now let us fucking go!"

Miss Barlow glared at John. How dare he say such a thing! She clicked her fingers.

Out of nowhere, Alejandra appeared and knelt down so close to John he could feel her breath on his skin. He thought she was pretty, but he wasn't about to let himself be distracted by her. She sat staring at him for a while and then she started kissing his neck.

"Ey, get off me, I'm married!" he shouted, struggling against her. But what he didn't notice is that while she was doing that, Miss Barlow had produced a knife.

She slashed his cheek, leaving a cut about 2 inches long. He yelled out in pain and Alejandra got off him, her work complete.

Miss Barlow put the knife away and clapped her hands twice.

"Now, gentlemen, I think we should rest, yes?"

A/N: I'll admit, it was hard to write that John part without getting jealous about Alejandra, and worried about Miss Barlow. Anyway, did you like it? Did you love it? Did you hate it? Let me know!