Duncan wakes up in what seems to be a warehouse. There are barrels and crates everywhere, and metal doors line the wall. Duncan looks down at his arms, which are tied around a metal pole that goes all the way up to the ceiling.
"You're awake!" he hears a girl's voice exclaim. Duncan's head whips around at the sound, but only sees the concrete floor and walls of the warehouse. Something nudges his foot. He turns his head. "Courtney! Oh, God, Courtney. Are you okay?" Duncan asks. She was tied up, too, to a pole across from him. She had nudged his foot with hers.
"As fine as I'll ever be, being kidnapped and all. But I could say the same for you, seeing how you were dragged in her, out cold," she replies. Duncan cocks his head and his face reddens.
"Yeah… I don't really know how that happened. They just jumped me and I hardly remember much else," Duncan says. Courtney smiles at him.
"So how come you're in California?"
"Rescuing the Princess, of course," he replies with a smirk on his face. Courtney rolls her eyes and smiles again.
"Oh, gee, Duncan, and that's working out real well." Their conversation stops when they hear a door bang open and men's voices. Three guys walk over to the prisoners. A man with a white tank top, gold necklace, tan cargo shorts, and black Converse kicks Courtney in the thigh. She winces and Duncan's mouth forms a tight line.
"Do you have many lawyers?" he asks in a gravelly voice. Courtney kicks his shin and nods. The man, in return, slaps her face. Duncan is finally broken from his trance and trips the third guy so that he goes sprawling on the ground. The second guy, with a black tank top and dark wash jeans, hooks Duncan with a punch to the jaw.
"So you're a wise-guy, huh?" the second guy asks menacingly.
"Sure, but I'd rather go by Duncan," Duncan replies, shaking off the punch, and grinning.
"Shut up," the first man commands. He turns to face Courtney again. "What's your lawyer's phone number?"
She shrugs. "Why do you need to know?"
"Ransom." The guy holds his hand up to prepare her for another slap to the face, but she quickly rattles off her lawyer's number. The man nods and leads his friends back into the metal door, presumably to their office.
Late that night, Duncan could tell because of the single window high up near the ceiling, the guards switched shifts. There was a metal walkway above Courtney and Duncan's heads, which led to another room. Metal, rusty stairs were in a faraway corner. The guards walk down the stairs and into the office, to switch duties.
"Come on, we have about five minutes to get outta here before the new guards come out," Duncan says. Courtney looks at him like he's crazy.
"And just how the heck are you planning to do that?" she asks. And, in response, the ropes holding Duncan fall to the floor. Courtney gasps and Duncan starts sawing away at her ropes with his pocket knife.
"This baby comes in handy," Duncan says, smirking. Once her ropes were off, Duncan runs and leads her to an air vent about two feet off the ground. He unscrews the screws holding the metal grate in place with his hands. "Hurry, climb in."
Courtney quietly crawls into the metal air vent and Duncan can't help but stare at her butt. He mentally slaps himself. Duncan crawls in after her and re-attaches the screws with his fingers. Then they squeeze next to each other and watch the warehouse from between the metal slats of the grate.
Soon the guards come out from the office. Their heads turn towards the ropes lying on the ground but they keep walking. But then they do a double-take, and with wide eyes, run back into the office. Seconds later, alarms started to sound and red lights started to flash.
"Should we get out while we can or wait for the coast to be clear?" Duncan whispers.
"While we can," Courtney replies, and they turn around, crawling through the tunnels. "Here's a way out." Moonlight shone through the metal slats as Duncan unscrewed the grate. He hopped out of the air vent and held his hand out. Courtney took his hand as she stood up on sold ground, and they ran from the docks.
She pulled her hand away from Duncan as she realized they were still holding hands. Duncan smirks and Courtney blushes, but then they both flinch as they hear a metal door slam shut. "There they are!" a man shouts. Courtney's eyes bulge, and Duncan runs over to a Sea-Doo.
Duncan hops on the little watercraft and turns to Courtney. "Hop on!"
Courtney straddles the Sea-Doo and wraps her arms around Duncan. With a slight roar, they fly off towards Las Angeles. Courtney turns her head and looks through the mist at the island. A couple guys had hopped on their own Sea-Doo's and were now after them. "They're chasing us!" Courtney warns Duncan.
"Don't worry about it, Princess," Duncan says calmly. Courtney peeks over her shoulder at the men. All of a sudden, Duncan blasted the motor and they lurched forward. Courtney yelps and grabs a tighter hold of Duncan. Still looking at their pursuitors, Courtney sees them reach into their pockets and retrieve a dark object.
"Uh, Duncan, I think they have guns," she says. Duncan hears a slight 'boom' and there is a splash in the water to the left of him.
"Yeah, they definitely do," Duncan says grimly, tightly gripping the handlebars. It suddenly seemed to be raining bullets because of the splashes the bullets were causing in the ocean. But Duncan kept swerving the Sea-Doo, dodging them.
He finally arrives at the dock, and he and Courtney jump onto the dock, sprinting for Duncan's motorcycle. Duncan hops on the seat and tugs on his helmet. Courtney was barely on the seat until Duncan guns the motor and they were on the move. "Sorry I don't have another helmet," Duncan apologizes, running a red light. But nobody was around, so it didn't matter.
"It's fine. It doesn't look like they're chasing us, so--"
But all of a sudden, a bright yellow car whips around the corner behind them and starts chasing after them. "Oops, uh, actually, it looks like they found a car," Courtney says.
"What kind is it?" Duncan asks. Fireworks were flashing and exploding in the night sky, since it was the Fourth of July, after all.
"How should I know?" Courtney asks, "I'm a girl."
"Describe it."
"Well… it's yellow…" Courtney tries. Duncan chuckles.
"I'll need more than that, Princess," he requests.
"Okay…" Courtney says, and turns her head. "Well, it's yellow, and shiny, and flat-looking. It looks very aerodynamic… Oh, and there's a bull on the front of it."
"A bull? Then it must be a Lamborghini, right?" Duncan asks.
"Uh… sure?"
"They can go a bit over 210 miles per hour," he says. Courtney gulps.
"We can outrun them, right?" she asks. Duncan laughs.
"No way, darling! My motorcycle is the fastest motorcycle on the market; a whopping 180 miles per hour," he says, laughing again, "Which is no match for the Lamborghini." Courtney bites her lip and turns her head, looking at the car. It was much closer now.
"Than how'll we escape?" Courtney asks. Duncan ignores her question and rockets onto the highway. He swerves between cars, snaking ahead of their enemies.
"Like this," he finally replies, minutes later. He slows the motorcycle down, so the Lamborghini catches up. Once the yellow car was just barely to the left of the, Duncan turns the motorcycle so they steer off the exit ramp at the last possible second. Duncan and Courtney fly down the road and the car flies by on the overhead ramp, just a flash of yellow.
Courtney discovered she was hyperventilating, so she struggled to control her breathing as Duncan steered into the hotel parking lot. Courtney gasps. "The Crown Plaza Hotel??"
Duncan smirks as he swiftly climbs off the motorcycle seat, pulls off his helmet, and shakes out his mohawk. "Only the best for my Princess."
