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The front door to the building was propped open. They were waiting for him.
He shook his head, going instead around the side of the building, where he remembered his secret entrance into the building.
He pushed aside the rock that covered the window he was so used to sneaking through, trying to shake the rainwater out of his face as he did so.
With the rock out of his way, it was only a matter of opening the hatch of the window. He snatched at the edges, but years of being left alone had rusted it shut. Finally, he took out a small pocketknife that he had bought with Colin and Finn on some safari they'd done years ago. He'd never used it, but he kept it with him. He stuck the blade under the window and yanked.
A sharp crack rang and the window flipped open. He attempted to stick his blade back into its case, but pushing it under the window had permanently dented its shape. He didn't care. He kept it in his hand as he slunk through the window and into the basement.
He blinked in the darkness and the silence.
A small noise startled him as he saw a figure move towards him.
"Logan?"
"Rory?" he asked. The figure stepped into the light let in by the window, and his heart nearly burst. He ached that she looked so tired and worn out and battered and scared. But she was here, and he could keep her safe from now on, and that made his heart soar.
"It's okay, Rory, I've got you now," he whispered, and began to lead her to the window.
Suddenly, the darkness closed back in on them as someone stepped in the way of the window.
"Not that easy," said the voice, which he didn't recognize.
Then came the turn of a lock from the other side of a room. A dim light shone now, as someone had turned it on.
Eric was standing by the now-locked door, key in hand, grinning wickedly.
"I believe you owe me a little something for that one," said Eric, motioning at Rory.
"I'm not giving you money," said Logan. "But I am taking her."
"Don't be so sure of that," said Eric. Another figure now stepped in between Logan and Rory and the exit.
Two others stood beside the man by the window. They were outnumbered five to two.
Logan was thinking as quickly as he possibly could, but he saw no way out of this. He couldn't believe he had been so stupid to come like this, alone and without a plan to get her out. He thought it would've been so easy.
He saw Eric give the other men a little nod of the head, and soon all five of them were closing in on the couple.
Logan tensed, and stood straight, pushing Rory slightly behind him. He slipped his dented, battered pocketknife into her hand and whispered under his breath, "Don't worry about what happens to me. Get yourself out of here."
"Logan," she whispered, her voice shaking dangerously.
"It's okay," he said. "I love you, Ace."
"I love you too," she whispered back.
Then they turned to face the men closing in on them.
Logan took a deep breath, trying to figure out what he could do. He looked at the three to his left. He would throw himself in that direction, punching and kicking every inch of person he could. Hopefully, he would be able to take down the other two before they got to Rory. If not, at least she had the knife. Hopefully, everything would turn out alright.
He would count to three, and then he would dive right into the chaos and pray that Rory made it out okay.
1…2…
"Aahh!" Suddenly, the door came crashing down with an enormous thud at the hands of someone yelling like a lunatic.
Everyone turned to look at Paris, standing in the entrance to the basement, backed by about eight or nine policemen, armed and determined.
Logan grinned. Paris had pulled through. He didn't know how, but somehow she had. He glanced at the men. They seemed more afraid of Paris than the policemen. Not that Logan usually ever felt differently.
He grabbed Rory's wrist, and pulled her back, around to where Paris and the policemen were. It was safer there. It would be safer now, for all of them.
