Had to take a few days to figure out this chapter. Thanks to my fiance and best friend I now know what direction to make this whole story go. With that, here's chapter 4.
"Sam, are you sure?" Greg asked Sam, as he came over to where he stood. They were all worried about Spike and how he was doing.
"Yeah, Boss. The haircut is that of the military." Sam said. Ed kicked one of the unconcious men gently to see if he would wake. They had cuffed every man they came to before taking the masks off. The man groaned so Ed picked him up and pinned him to the side of the patrol car nearby. The man grunted and blinked his eyes as he came awake.
"Boss, we have one awake." Ed said. He stared angrily at the man he pinned. "Where did your friends take my teammate?" The man looked at the others who had gathered around. He had a scared look on his face as he focused on Sam.
"M-Master Corporal." the man stammered. Ed and the others looked at Sam.
"What?" Sam asked. Wordy just smirked while the others just continued looking.
"He knows your rank. Do you know him?" Greg asked. Sam looked at the man and studied him.
"No. How did you know my rank?" Sam asked. He didn't want to give away that he was no longer in the military so he could use that to his advantage if necessary.
"Y-you're G-General Braddock's son. Everyone knows about you and your reputation. Especially in the SRU." The man said, as he continued looking only at Sam.
"Shut up, Fox! You're not supposed to be giving anything away." Said a man from on the ground. Wordy took out duct tape and taped his mouth shut.
"So. Your handle is Fox?" Sam asked. The man nodded. "Sly as a Fox?"
"Y-yes, Master Corporal. Sir, I'm sorry. Had I known we were kidnapping from your team- I mean had I known you'd be involved I wouldn't have taken the job. Even if I did need the money." The man said in a rush. Sam's expression changed from one of curiousness to anger. The man cowered under Sam's look.
"What's your name and rank?" Sam angrily asked. The man flinched at the tone.
"S-Sergeant James Wilson, Master Corporal." Stammered the man.
"Regardless of who is involved, Sergeant, kidnapping should never be done. Now, tell us what you know or better yet where he was taken." Sam said.
"I don't know, Sir. All I know is a group of us were gathered and were told that we would be paid well if we could do this task. Also, we were told that if we survived and made it back we'd be paid. The only one who know where we were taking him was the men in the van they took Constable Scarlatti in. I'm sorry, Master Corporal, but I don't know where they took him." Sergeant Wilson said. Sam and the others exchanged a look. This made finding Spike more difficult.
Spike as they travelled tried to determine where he was being taken by followiing the turns and stops but he couldn't really tell as he kept sliding with each turn. The men in the back with him just laugh as he slides. He feels the van slowing down and he's lifted to his knees. Before he could do anything he was blindfolded as the van stopped and then continued on slowly a few more feet. Spike struggled to get free of the cuffs. He felt himself picked up and heard the back doors being opened as the hands withdrew from his arms. Suddenly, he felt a foot on his back as he went flying forward. Unable to catch himself, Spike landed on his stomach and grunted at the hard impact. He heard hat sounded like the other van doors closing. Then, the sound of more doors closing and the screeching of tires. Spike laid on his stomach waiting for the pain to ease. Once it did, he rolled over onto his back, listened and then sat up. But as soon as he did, a foot pushed him back down roughly onto his back again and pressed down on his chest as he grunted.
"Oh, Michelangelo, can't have you trying to get away can we?" said a man. Spike recognized him as the man who called him earlier. Spike felt a hand behind his head and he blinked as he was able to see again. He looked up and saw the man that was behind this whole thing. Had he not been gagged, Spike would have gasped. His eyes widened and he tried to get out from under the foot on his chest. Spike grunted and twisted but it was no use. "Aw little Spikey remembers who I am. I feel special. So, Michelangelo, here's how this is going to go. You're going to do a job for me. If you don't, I'll have to persuade you to do so. How I'll persuade you...well, don't make me have to. I'm going to have one of my men set you up and then I'll tell you what you will be doing. Understood?" Spike only glared at the man. They used to be friends until one day Spike stole Stephan Moore's girl after they broke up two days befofe. Stephan thought his girlfriend left him to be with Spike and has held a grudge since then. Especially when Spike got onto SRU team but he didn't. "Don't test me, Scarlatti. Get him set up. NOW!" Spike was grabbed and dragged to a desk and chair. He was sat in the chair and taped to it. After the men felt he was securely there, they uncuffed his hands. But no sooner were they free, then they were chained up again with enough chain to allow Spike to move his hands and he was untaped from the chair. He felt metal being put around his ankles before his feet were cut free. Stephan chuckled as he approached and Spike's ankles were chained to the floor. "Alrighty. All nice and comfortable there, Michelangelo? No? Good. Now, what i need from you." Stepan untied Spike's gag, pulled it out, and then sent a punch to Spike's jaw. Spike's head snapped to the left. Stephan grabbed Spike's chin and made him look at him. "You're to hack into the SRU's evidence logs. No tricks either, Scarlatti. You're to change the evidence on these cases to show there was no evidence to be found. And then, you're to hack into this one right here and change it to make the officer look guilty. Don't push me or you may not like what i do."
"My team will find me before you can get away with this. IF I even do it." Spike said through clenched teeth. Stephan smiled and it was such a cold smile that Spike had a bit of fear, just before he was punched in the stomach.
"YOU WILL DO AS I SAY OR I WON'T HESITATE TO DO SOMETHING MORE DRASTIC THAN HITTING YOU! Do-you-get-me-SCARLATTI!" The last part was enounciated with punches to Spike's stomach and face. Spike took slow breaths to ease the pain of the punches. "Now...GET TO IT!" With that, Stephan turned around and left. Spike straightend up with a soft groan and booted on the computer. Come on, guys. Come find me. Spike thought as he set to work after the computer booted up.
