Grant showed up just on time. We decided to speak in German. It was Grant's favorite language. With comm units in our ears and belts full of gadgets (I snuck into the Baxter's gadget closet behind the kitchen stove), we slipped down into the air vent. I couldn't help think of Cammie. This was her favorite way to get around. Grant had printed out the layout of the club. We decided to take the vent that would end up next to the stage.
Grant headed out first since he had the map. I reviewed the plan as we crawled along: it was simple. The band would play, Drake would come back stage to take a break and that's when we would slap a napotine patch on him and drag him into the air vent with us. We would knock out the rest of the band if needed. It would be easy; this was 8th grade stuff. The part I was worried about was Cammie visiting my room. I hated lying to her but it would be worth it once I could give her the answers she deserved. There were some I could give her on my own, but where was the fun in that?
We had reached the end of the vent. There was room in the vent for both of us to see.
The place was packed. There was not an inch of space to move. It was a pretty good turn out for some guy who worked in a coffee shop. Maybe I should take up guitar.
I scanned the crowd for any familiar faces. There, standing in the center of the crowd, was a girl. She was 5'2. I could see her turquoise eyes through her brown contacts. She was swaying to the music. She blended in very well, but it didn't matter how good of a pavement artist she was. I would recognize that face anywhere.
"Cammie" I gasped. I said a few very dirty words in German and refocused. THINK! I need to end this "concert" RIGHT NOW. I had just located the closest fire alarm (not very original, I know) when I heard a crash. All the doors and windows were cut off. All signs pointed to kidnapping attempt.
I would have to act fast if I wanted to get Cammie out of here unharmed.
Then her eyes met mine. I could see everything make sense to her now. Panic crossed her face. I felt a pull at me heart.
"Grant, open this vent NOW!" In a matter of seconds, the vent was cut open with a laser. I swung my feet out of the vent and hit the ground running. But within seconds, I hit a wall of bodies. Our once easy plan had turned sour, very sour. I jumped, trying to look over the crowd. I had lost sight of Cammie. All I knew was that I had to get to the middle of the crowd.
I started to push into the panicked crowd.
In my peripheral vision, I saw people falling down to the left of me. I whipped around and saw members of the band who had jumped off the stage. They were slapping napotine patches as they traveled into the crowd. To the center of the crowd to be exact.
CAMMIE POV
I saw 7 men approaching me. I grabbed Bex and Liz's hand and headed the opposite direction, away from the band. Away from where I had seen Zach. There was no other way.
I couldn't think straight. It hurt my eyes to focus anywhere for too long. I could hear the bodies falling behind me. They were getting closer. A thought occurred to me. "Bex! Liz! CRAWL! Drop to your hands and knees."
After they had disappeared into the sea of knees, I took a quick glance back. The men were 10 meters away. I caught Drake's eyes. He gave me an evil grin as he slapped a napotine patch to a girl's forehead. I scrambled after my friends. DON'T LOOK UP! DON'T LOOK UP! I really hoped there were no Irish men taking a nice vacation in London…in their kilts.
I finally reached the edge of the crowd. Bex and Liz had already opened the vent when I arrived.
"COME ON CAM! Time to blow this popsicle stand!" Bex said in her American accent. I smiled. I was about to stand up and dive into the vent when I felt a heavy blow to my ribcage.
"Ahh!"I gasped. I rolled on the floor like we were taught. It helps absorb and soften the blow. I still think I heard I crack.
"Going somewhere Ms. Morgan?" I rolled around and faced a shoe. I looked up and saw Drake smirking down at me. I would have swept his feet from under him right then and there, but it hurt to move anything below my shoulders. So instead, I decided to hold onto my cover till my last breath.
"Drake…" damn! It hurt to speak. To hell with cover! I took my hand and grabbed his ankle. I yanked it out of its socket and twisted. That has got to hurt!
Drake screamed out it pain and fell on top of me. There was a sharp pain in my chest. I gasped , trying to hold back the tears.
"Get the hell off her you skize coff! (bad german word)" Zach pulled Drake off me. He threw him against the wall. He slid down the wall, unconscious.
"Cammie! Are you okay? Get up! Can you wa…"
"ZACH! There is no time. They are coming faster." Yelped Liz's high voice. Sure enough, the "band" was moving closer. They had finished off the last of the fans and were now closing in on us.
Showtime.
Except ….I wasn't able to perform. I guess my understudy was….LIZ?
ZACH POV
The second Drake kicked Cammie, I knew three things
1) she had a broken rib and it might be impaling her lung
2) she wasn't going to be able to walk, crawl or fight
3) that guy is so dead.
I almost smiled when I saw the look of shock and pain spread across Drake's face. I didn't think they taught that move at the GA.
I pulled Drake off Cammie and tossed him off to the side. I asked her a bunch of questions, even though I knew the answers. I could see she was in pain, but she was trying to hide it.
"ZACH! There is no time. They are coming faster."
There were 6 of them (not including Drake, who was unconscious in the corner… to my delight). We would have been able to take them if Cammie was able to fight, but I wasn't so sure anymore. I knew that Liz had taken a few self-defense classes (it was required in 7th grade), but theses guys were big. There were 3…well more like 2 and ½ of us and 6 of them.
I glanced to my left. Bex was in position (smiling like always before a good fight). Two of the men were closing in on her. I positioned myself in front of Cammie and nudge Liz over to my right. She looked nervous, but determined. She grabbed the gate from the vent and steadied herself.
There were two guys closing in on Cammie and me and two guys were closing in on Liz.
Liz POV
I quickly looked around for a weapon of any kind. I grabbed the iron gate from the vent. The men were moving closer.
As soon one of the guys got in reaching distance, I slammed the edge of the gate into his temple, just as Bex had taught me. The man stumbled back but quickly regained his balance. The other man was right in front of me now. I swung my leg up to kick him, but all he did was smile and catch my ankle. He lifted me up off the ground. I was about to swing my elbow into his gut, when I saw Grant.
He climbed out of the vent and kicked the guy…where the sun don't shine…if you catch my drift.
The man released me and when I hit the ground I rolled my self into a ball to ease the impact. I swung my foot around and knocked the second guys feet out from under him. I backed away and let Grant slap 2 napotine patches on both of them.
I took a look around. Bex was smiling as she double round house kicked (A/N this is when you round house kick normally but after you take you planted foot and swing it around, hitting another time. Try it…its fun) her guys in the face. They both hit the ground and fell unconscious.
Zach was already done and tending to Cammie.
