Chapter 4

"What did you mean by that, Suit?" Mozzie demand. Peter rubbed his head, he been talking to Mozzie for five minutes already and he already had a bad headache. So far in the convection, Mozzie blamed Peter for some conspiracy that the FBI had covered up. All Peter wanted to know was where Neil was.

"Mozzie, listen to me. I have no idea about that. Do you know where Neal is?"

"I thought Neil was at some FBI thing."

Peter's stomach drop. Mozzie did not know where Neil was, usually Mozzie knew almost everything that went on in New York.

"No, his anklet's been cut. And no one seems to know where he is."

"He did not come home last night either. That why I thought he had an FBI thing," Mozzie murmur sadly. If something happen to Neal, Mozzie would never forgive himself. Peter was one of the few people who could ever find Neil.

"Alright, this is what we are going to do. You start with your underground connections. I will start with FBI. We will find him."

"You don't believe he ran, do you? Because if you do-"

"Mozzie, I don't think Neal would run without telling you. Start asking around. We will meet later to discuss this."

Back at the, well wherever Neal/Nigel was…

The cage was not even a cage. Well, it was part cage part cell. Two of the 'cage's walls were solid while the other two were just a bunch of fences on top of each other to form a 'cage'. To make matters worse the cage had an electric fence around it. Well, the two sides anywhere. Nigel could not stick his hands out to even try picking the lock. Wait, could he open locks by picking them? Thinking this just made his head hurt worse.

Nigel walked back and forth in the small area.

He could hardly see anything. Gratefully, that there was no lights, because of his pounding head. His head felt like it been hit a couple hundred times with a hammer. He was also tired, but wanted answers, otherwise he would sleep.

He could hear the men laughing and watching TV in another room. They sound like they were watching a baseball game. Peter liked baseball.

Nigel stop his pacing. Who was Peter? Was Peter that dark man? No, the dark man hated Nigel. Peter is a friend, someone he could trust. Nigel wish he could ask someone about Peter; however no one seemed to care.

Besides that dark man look like a Tom. The snake man a Jeff, the two muscles men John and Joe, and that was about everyone, Nigel remember seeing. Maybe if his head stop hurting, he could think clearly and get out of this mess.

"Mmm, hi, do you want something to eat?"

Nigel turned his head towards the speaker. The man had a blue baseball hat on and he was not very tall prepares about 5'8 or 5'9.

"That would be nice," Nigel answered. Maybe food would help and had been getting hungrier for a while. Nigel briefly wonder how long he been in this place.

"Ok, here you go."

The man hand Nigel a plate of food through a small gap in the cage next to the door. Nigel took this opportunity to ask some questions.

"Where am I?"

"At a warehouse. You live here."

"Why I don't understand? Why am I here? What happen? Why can't I remember anything," Nigel was screaming at his captive. He wanted to go home.

"Look, all I can tell you. You live here. You belong to Ryan and that is it."

"But-"

Too late the man already walk away. Probably did not want Nigel to start yelling at him again. Nigel signed, at least he know that Tom was Ryan. He sat on the dirty floor and began to eat his lunch or dinner. It was really hard to tell the time in here.

The End. Just kidding. I am not done with Neal and Peter yet. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I did not think this story would be so popular. Will try to have the next chapter up soon.