Jason's POV:
I didn't see anyone after I heard the noise, so I went on with my business. I got the pen bomb and remote set up and I was about to attach it to the front-end of the car...then I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head and before I knew it, I was on my back. I wanted to get up but I couldn't. My vision was getting blurry, but I could see someone standing over me, both hands holding a gun, pointing it at me. I started to feel dizzy, and before I could say anything, I passed out.
Phoebe's POV:
I snuck up behind the guy by my car, and hit his head with my handgun. He fell to ground on his back; he looked up at me as I pointed the gun at him incase he moved. Saw his eyes started to close and he passed out. Still pointing the gun at him, I nudged him with my foot...nothing. I put my nine in the holster on my belt. I let out a quick, loud whistle, and a couple guys from inside the house came rushing out. "What happened? Are you ok Phoebe? Are you hurt?" They were all in panic.
"I'm fine! I'm fine! Geez," I laughed. "just one of Nick's punks trying to mess with my car." I looked down at the boy on the ground. "Take him to the holding room upstairs. Make sure he's comfortable." I smirked and turned to go back in the house. One of the guys dragged him by shoulders towards the door, while the other made sure the bomb was disarmed and threw it down the sewer.
Jason's POV:
I woke up in a chair in the middle of empty room under a bright light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Each of my ankles was tied to each leg of the chair, my hands handcuffed behind my back, and the chair bolted to the floor. The door in front of me slowly opened and two tall guys walked in and stood on each side of the door way. A girl walked in after them with the brim of a grey fedora covering her eyes. She closed the door behind her and walked toward the middle of the room until she was five feet in front of me. Her eyes peered out below the brim of her hat and she looked at me. She spoke firmly with a smirk on her red lips...
"Hello, Jason." What the hell? How did she know my name? She took off her grey blazer and handed it to one of guys. She was wearing a lavender suit-vest over a white button-up shirt with grey dress-pants. Her figure was lean, standing at about 5'4", with long dark brown hair in big, loose curls. She rolled up her sleeves as she started to talk to me.
"So, what's a kid like you doing in this part of town in this time of the night?" I didn't answer; I only looked up, glaring at her. "Ok...can you tell me why Nicky sent you to mess with my car?" Did she just say Nicky? She knew Nick too? I sat there silent. She folded her arms and smirked as she shook her head.
"You know...there's two ways we can do this," she said walking closer to me. She propped her one of her black stilettos on the edge the chair and balanced her elbow on her knee. She leaned close to my face. My head was down, but I looked at her from the corner of my eye. "We could do this my way, or we can do it their way." She signaled over to the guys standing at the door and they opened their jackets revealing handguns. I swallowed hard. I admit, I was scared for a second.
Her voice was sterner this time. "Let's try again...WHAT were you doing to my car?...and..." she put her finger under my chin and turned my head so I was looking right at her. "I would appreciate it if you looked at me when you speak." I jerked away. I didn't have to listen to her. She obviously knew who I was and who I worked for; she wouldn't kill me. "Not much of a talker, huh?" She took her foot off the chair and stood in front of me. I looked up at her for a second, and all I felt was a hard slap across my face. To my surprise; it actually hurt a bit. She laughed a bit and took something out of her pocket.
She slid on a set of brass knuckles. I didn't want her to see any sign of fear, so I just sat there waiting for her to talk again. "You know, I really don't like hurting anyone..." she stood closer, fiddling with the brass on her fingers right in front of my face. "But sometimes I need to use force to get the point across when rules aren't being followed. Now, I'm gonna give you a few minutes to let the atmosphere sink in a little bit, then we'll see how ya feel." She leaned over and put her one of her hands on my knee and the other hand under my chin. She lifted my head to look at her again and said, "I don't know how things work at Nicky's place, but this is my house...and we play by my rules." She gently took her hand away and slowly strutted toward the door, grabbing her jacket from one of the guys as the two of them left the room.
She swung her jacket around and over her shoulder and looked back at me with a deep stare and a smile on those red lips. "I'll be back." She turned to leave, locking the door behind her.