Chapter 4

Disclaimer- I do not own any TDI, it belongs to EVERYONE

Me- thank you for putting up with my laziness, for thanks I'm going to try my hardness to make this chapter extra special.

Lindsay- You better! It cost me seven men to put you back in that chair. SEVEN!

Me- *evil laugh* Who knew it would take that much.

Lindsay- *glare*

Me- ……. I'll start writing now.

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The two men walked down the road, not knowing what to expect. Trent can tell how tense Duncan was. The man nearly ran 4 blocks from a splat of water pushed out, when a car rolled over a puddle. The sky was quite gloomy, like it was going to rain, The buildings were very high, like a bunch of sky scrappers. Duncan was wearing a black raincoat, with black slacks, and a black T-shirt. Then his Green Mohawk caught his attention. What type of business man has a green Mohawk? Trent was wearing a normal cop uniform, and still had his gun, taser, and pepper spray just in case. To ease the strange silence Trent asked "Since we have one more block to go do you want a hotdog?" he pointed to a hotdog stand on the side of the street. "Yeah sure, why not?" With that said his paranoia went away temporarily. They walked over to see that the cashier was a redhead. "Hey what can I do for you?" she said with a freakishly large smile. "We will like two hotdogs ketchup, mustard, and relish." she picked up two hotdogs and made there order while doing so, she was mumbling to herself about the "Magical purple mushroom" and the "Rainbow gay pathetic excuse of a bird" not to mention the "Emotionally drained Leprechauns". by the time she was finished with the order, Duncan tensed up again. Trent gave Duncan his hotdog as the began to walk off. Duncan intently stared at the hotdog "Is it safe to eat this?"

"I'm sure it is, I already at mine." He momentarily rubbed his belly. Duncan ate his piece by piece. "Hey Trent?" "Ya?" "I just realized this, but why is it that the two ticket number seats different from the one on the paper?" Trent took the paper and tickets and studied them. "Both of are seats are on both sides of this seat. The clue must be something in the center seat." They both stopped at the front entrance, there were lines and lines of people, trying to get tickets. Even people in the lines broke out into song (and sounded horrible I might add…). The people who already had tickets were allowed to go in. "I have a bad feeling about this." Duncan grunted. They both entered the front and looked for there seat it started getting really crowded when they finally found there seats. In the seat in between them there was a woman. She had mocha skin, casual clothing, jeans and a long sleeved blouse, and her breathing got rapidly fast, like something was wrong. The two men made there way beside her. Duncan thought she was stunningly beautiful and couldn't help but notice her rapid panting. "Hey are you o.k.?"

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This pill makes you have a equivalent of a heart attack. she remembered the blonde saying. It is going to hurt like hell, but we all make sacrifices. Put the pill behind the back of your left tooth, after we completely tie you up wait about five minutes before you crack it open. With bleary eyes she made out the face of her victim. Time for waterworks. she thought. Tears run down her face as she continued her convulsion. "P-please, make it stop! S-she tied me up to something!" she choked out. Trent looked into the girls over glazed eyes "She was drugged." then Duncan looked at her arms and legs and realized she was indeed tied up. Then Trent looked to see what she was tied to and froze. Under her chair was a bomb, Set at 5 minutes. Duncan pushing himself not to run, and leave the damsel in distress (little does he know) looked for answers. "I found a other letter." Trent said pulling it from underneath his chair. When he opened it pliers feel out with a sheet of paper. "It says touch the handle." There was a handle indeed on the bomb.

Trent grabbed it and I voice erupted from the machine. "I suggest you don't let go, because if you do your going to make this place go BOOM!" all color disappeared from Trent. "You guys have exactly 5 minutes before this place fills up, and to save your new team mate, starting NOW!" the countdown on the clock began. "There are twelve cords tying down your team mate, and she can't fight them because….you guessed it! Shhheeee's DRUGGED!" Duncan looked at the cords and a drop of sweat ran down his face. "Cut three of the right cords and the bomb is terminated and your free to leave with your new team mate, but get it wrong and…………..KABOW! Your dead." Trent gulped and stared at the cords. "In each three set of cords there are the colors green, purple, and black, there are only one color right in each set, cut for cords right and your free." Courtney's convulsion started to lessen. "Listen carefully and listen good, one is midnight, two is peace, three is the one you hear the least, four is all over. You now have 1 minute. Well gooooooodLUCK!" The voice turned off as the boys sat in total confusion. Then Duncan realized "They were instructions on what to cut."

Trent scratched his forehead "ohhhhh." Duncan grabbed the pliers. "One is midnight, Black." 30 seconds "Two is peace, Green." 20 seconds "Three is the one you hear the least, purple." 10 seconds "And for is all over, like the grass." 5 seconds. Duncan cut the wires. 5...4.…3.…2.…. It turned off and then Courtney blacked out. She thought to herself when all of this is over….that Bitch is dead…. Duncan and Trent lifted her and went to the building next to them which happens to a hotel and got a room. They went in the room and laid her on the bed. "How do you think she got involved?" "She was probably picked up like us." The drug started to were off as she heard the two men talking. "Excuse me?" she said softly. Neither heard her and continued to talk. "E-Excuse me." she tried a little louder. They didn't turn there heads. Now she was fuming "HEY!" she yelled and threw a pillow. When she lifted up she got a killer headache and put her hand on her head. Both of the men looked at her as the one with the Mohawk came over to lean her back on the bed. "You should rest, you still have the drugs in your system." he looked concerned and the other man came over. "I found a letter to the next clue in my seat, could you still remember what happened?" Courtney tried her best to look innocent "No I don't remember a thing, at one moment I'm walking down the street, then in the next I'm in a seat in a theater having a hard time breathing." they bought her innocent story, and it annoyed her. Men are so weak……..

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Lindsay was in her basement looking at the men's pictures on the wall. They were a threat to her business and she needed to take them out. Then she realized. They are going to be in the same place as Courtney during that part of the game, Why can't I just have her take them out…..no to risky, I don't want the victims finding out she works for me….Whatever, I'm use to taking risks. she tossed a dart at one of the pictures. It hit on the center of his forehead. She walked out of the room with ease, and curled her devilishly flawless lips "This is going to be fun."

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Me- Thanks again for reading. And YES Lindsay is awesome. In the next chapter there is going to be A LOT of Courtney action. MY FAVORITE PART YESSSSSS! Anyways please review and if you want to give me advice I appreciate it or……….if you want me to add a character or more of a character. So yes thank you!!!!!!!!!!!

Courtney- *sigh* finally I get to fight. It's about TIME!!!!!