PARTNERS IN CRIME
Chapter 3
Jason watches from the window outside the room the guards took Sam into. He can't help but grin in pride at the performance she's putting on for them. He's never really seen her "work" before, so this is a treat for him. He finds it very arousing watching her in con artist mode. He can't wait until this job is done and he can get her back home.
"Okay, we're in," he hears Stan say through the earpiece he's wearing. Stan is the true brains behind this operation. Jason realizes that Sam and he are at the man's mercy. He's their eyes and ears and they're depending on him to keep them out of harm's way.
"Where am I going?" Jason asks him, sneaking stealthily into the front door. Even though he didn't expect it to, he's still impressed when the alarm doesn't go blaring. Stan really does know his stuff.
"Dude, it's a big house. Your chickadees could be anywhere. Give me a minute."
"Don't call them that," Jason groan quietly, to keep the guards from hearing him. "Brenda and I were never really anything and Robin and I were over a long time ago."
"Whatever," Stan laughs, and Jason can hear him typing in the background.
He tips quietly to the entrance of the room where Sam is and stands where he's sure he won't be seen.
"Ahh!" Sam screams, sending his mind briefly back to that day in the hospital chapel last November when she was going through this for real. He has to mentally shake himself to keep from getting distracted. "My baby. My baby is coming. You've got to help me."
"I don't know what to do, Lady," the first guard panics. "Should I boil some water or something?"
"Don't look at me," the other guard says. "What do I look like, a doctor or something?"
'You probably can't even spell doctor,' Jason thinks to himself, forcing himself to hide a snicker at that thought.
"Look . . . and see . . . if the baby's head is out," she pants exaggeratedly. "There's probably going to be a lot of blood, so just . . . "
"No!" they both scream simultaneously, knowing what she's suggesting they do and neither of them having the stomach to do it. One of them actually turns a little green.
"Then I need a doctor. Call 911 or something," she pleads, adding tears to her act for effect.
"Tony, go get the girl. She's a doctor," the second guard suggests.
"No way. Mr. Walsh said that girl stays in the room."
"This is an emergency, Moron. But if you're too afraid, then I'll go get her."
The second guard leaves the room, not noticing when Jason follows him. He won't need Stan's directions after all. The guard is about to lead him right to where he needs to be.
The guard walks down a few hallways before opening a door with a security code and walking inside.
"Did you . . ."
"Yeah, I got it," Stan says before he can even finish the question. "The code is 4967 to get in as well as out. I can change it from here, though. That way, once the guard goes in, he won't be able to get out. That might buy you all some time if you need it."
"Good idea," Jason nods, even though Stan can't see him.
He gets his gun from the back of his jeans and hides behind one of the walls. Barely a minute later he sees the guard dragging Robin down the hall with a tight grip on her arm.
"Where are you taking me," she demands to know, struggling against him the whole way.
"We need your expertise," is all he says, reaching into his pocket for a gun. "I don't want to hurt you. But if you make one wrong move, then I will. Then, I'll kill your friend, you got that?"
That shuts her up and makes her go along willingly with him. Jason can see the fear in her eyes and feels bad that he's partly responsible for putting it there. If it weren't for her being involved with him, even in the past, this wouldn't be happening to her.
When they walk past him, Jason sneaks out from his hiding place and raises the arm carrying the gun. He quickly brings it down over the guards head, causing Robin to scream out in surprise. The guard lands at her feet in a motionless heap and she looks up at Jason, eyes wide with terror. She calms down when she recognizes it's him.
"Jason," she sobs, falling into his arms for comfort.
"Hey, we can't do this right now," he whispers to her, not wanting to alert any other guards that may be around. "Head back to the room. We have to get Brenda."
Robin nods and turns back towards the room. Jason takes away the guard's gun and searches him for handcuffs. He finds the cuffs and binds the man's hands together before dragging him back to the room.
"I don't have the code to get inside," she says shakily, wiping away the tears still streaming down her face.
"Try 2233," Jason tells her, repeating what Stan just told him in his ear.
The door opens easily and Brenda runs out, embracing her friend.
"Thank God, you're okay," Brenda says. "How did you get away?"
Robin motions towards Jason, who's still dragging the heavy guard into the room. He leaves the man lying on the floor and closes the door behind him, locking him inside. Even if the man wakes up and manages to get out of the cuffs, he still won't be able to open the newly changed security code.
"He's going to be in there for awhile. But let's get out of here anyway," Jason tells them, reminding them to stay quiet and to stay behind him.
They move quickly and quietly back to the front of the house. Jason feels Robin slip her hand in his, but ignores it for the time being. The only thing he's concerned with is getting them all out of there safely.
"Uh oh," Stan says.
"I don't like the sound of that. What's going on?" Jason asks.
"You've got company. I just now got access to video and you've got a guard coming straight for you. From the looks of it, he knows you're there."
"How many?"
"Just the one coming towards you."
'That's not so bad. I can take him out, no problem,' Jason thinks to himself.
"And the two coming up behind you," Stan adds.
"This could get ugly," he sighs in frustration. He looks around at where they are, checking out the alternatives. The three guards he can handle. He's just not sure how to keep Robin and Brenda safe and ignorant of what he's about to do. He spots a storage room or something and peeks in through the window to see that it's empty.
"I'm at a door, Stan. Can you open it?"
"Yeah, hit some numbers on the keypad so that I can pick up where you are."
Jason complies and seconds later, the green access light comes on and the door opens. Jason shoves the girls inside just as the first guard comes around the corner. He takes out his second gun and prepares for the worst.
"Oh," Sam continues to moan dramatically, trying not to laugh at how uncomfortable she's making the guard. But it's obvious to her that he'd rather be anywhere than with a woman about to have a baby. She might can use that to her advantage.
"This kid's head feels like a watermelon," she screams, watching a line of sweat break out on the guard's forehead. He starts to look a little queasy, so she pushes him further.
"I should have known labor was coming when I passed my mucus plug," she cries, adding another scream for good measure.
That seems to work like a charm. She silently congratulates himself when the man runs to the wastebasket in the corner and loses the entire contents of his stomach.
Slowly she sneaks up behind him and grabs a heavy book of the desk. She slams it over his head as hard as she can to knock him out. She tosses the book down next to him and searches him for weapons. She finds a radio instead and is instantly worried at what she hears when she turns it up.
"We have a disturbance in the south hall where the girls are being held," one tinny voice says. "We're closing in on him now."
"I found a car near the front entrance," another voice says. "It's probably how he got here. We're locking it down now so he won't be able to leave."
"That's not good," she mutters to herself, their mode of escape now gone. Plus, Jason's about to get caught unless she does something to help him. She reaches into the panel of her fake stomach and pulls out her own tiny gun that Jason ordered especially for her. It may not do a lot of damage, but it'll hold the guards off long enough to help Jason and the others escape.
She makes it to the south hall just as three guards surround Jason.
"Put down your weapons," they order. "We have you out numbered. There's no way of escape."
She quietly steps behind one of the guards, her small stature hiding her presence from the others. By the time they realize she's there, she has a gun pressed into the back of the guy's head.
"You might want to rethink that," she says, making sure they can hear her cock her gun. "You put down your weapons and no one will get hurt."
Jason points his guns at the other two guards, the look on his face making it perfectly clear he'd shoot them for even looking funny at him. Slowly, the men lower their weapons and keep their hands in the air where Jason can see them.
"Up against the wall," Jason orders. "Hands behind your backs."
Normally, he'd just shoot the men. But with the three women watching, he feels the need for a more peaceful solution to his problem. He has Sam search them and retrieve their cuffs and within minutes, the guards are all restrained.
"We have to get out of here," Sam reminds him.
He just nods and opens the door behind him, shoving the guards inside and freeing two very beautiful brunettes. Sam feels her breath hitch when she comes face to face with the one she just knows is Robin. She just exudes an inherent sweetness that leaves no question about her identity.
"What's going on?" Robin asks, the confusion evident on her face. She stares at Sam's stomach and reaches out to take her arm. "Miss, do you need some help or something?"
"There's no time to explain," Jason says, herding them all in the direction they came from. "We need to go."
"Not the way we came, though. The guards found the car," Sam explains.
Jason mutters a slightly muffled curse and contacts Stan for an alternate way out. He listens for a few minutes before finally nodding in agreement at what the man is saying.
"According to Stan, this house is sitting on a lake. If we can get out the back side of the house, there's are motor boats we can use to get us across the lake. He'll have someone waiting for us on the other side."
"Sounds good. Let's move," Sam nods.
She lets Jason lead them through the complicated maze of hallways as he's aided by Stan's navigation. They finally reach the boats and Jason gets the others loaded on board while she attempts to start it.
"This is a great idea and all, but don't we need keys?" Brenda asks, a sarcastic tone to her voice.
Jason and Sam just look at each other and she grins at the look of pride on his face when the motor roars to life.
"Hotwiring is her specialty," is all he says, his grin turning into a little chuckle at the shocked looks Robin and Brenda give each other.
'That's right, Girls. Jason is mine. All mine,' Sam thinks to herself as she directs the boat out of the harbor. She's not so sure why she's thinking it, but now that she's met Robin, she's more sure than ever before the woman is after Jason. Little does she know, it's not going to happen. Jason is with Sam now. And that's the way it's going to stay.
Sam just wishes she felt so confident. She has a feeling things are about to get really interesting . . . and not exactly in a good way.
To be continued . . .