Part Nine
Phoebe kept grasping onto her side, trying to put pressure on the wound and stop the blood from streaming out of her body. Using the other hand she pulled herself closer to the bar to try and support herself and grab her jacket that was placed next to alcohol bottles. She let go of her wound to rip off the sleeve of her jacket and tie the loose fabric next to her bleeding hip.
While tending to her injury, she tried to listen to the conversation that was taking place around her. She was trying to work out the best chance to move again, in the disorder that was evolving since the lead figure of the group had been knocked unconscious.
Phoebe heard the guy that had been talking to her earlier arguing with Mike as they seem to be taking control.
"Man, you're crazy to even think about letting people out!" Mike told him still playing with his gun between his fingers. "They're our bargaining point."
"Yeah, but if we don't show any sign of good faith, they're never going to give us any money."
"And how's that gonna help?"
"Look, man," he started, resting his hand on his own gun. "If we let anyone with injuries then they are more likely to send the money in, otherwise they're not going to pay man, or they would have done it already."
Mike rested the gun tip at his mouth, "I get to keep the red-head, right?"
* * *
Piper ran over to Darryl as soon she arrived at the street next to P3. She looked at her friends face as she tried to read his expression while scanning the scene. Her eyes widened as she saw the club doors opening.
"What's happening?"
"They're letting anyone with injuries out in exchange for some of the cash," Darryl explained.
Piper kept her eyes fixed on the door, "Do you know if there's anything serious? Do you know anything about Phoebe and Paige?"
"We'll know in a second."
As the door opened and people started to come out, Darryl and Leo, who was holding Wyatt in one arm, both placed a hand on Piper's shoulders holding her back. She pulled away as her mouth dropped and her younger sister hobbled out.
"Phoebe..."
It took Piper a matter of seconds to break away from her husband and the Lieutenant as she pulled away to run over to her sister. The elder Halliwell grabbed Phoebe arm and help her over to Darryl car.
Piper scanned her younger sisters injuries and made a quick calculation that she should be okay. Once Phoebe was seated in the car, Piper pulled her coat off and swapped it with the blood ridden material that was attached to Phoebe's side.
"You okay?"
Phoebe nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine."
"What are you two going to do next time to get attention? Seriously what happened in there? Where's Paige?" Piper asked, realising that only Phoebe had come out the now closed club door. "Leo, get over here!"
"Paige," Phoebe started as she looked at her older sister in the eyes. "We need to get back in there to Paige."
* * *
Paige made her way to the door behind the office and the rest of the club. She stood in the shadows shaking as she saw Phoebe focused out of the club. Glancing to the floor she noticed the blood that had soaked in.
She scanned the room to look at the level of disorder, maybe Phoebe had been right and they needed to take action.
"Gun," she whispered.
Paige looked at the gun in her and walked out of the office. She slowly raised it as she tried to come with the feel of it in her hands and pointed it at Mike.
"I think we've messed around enough in here!"
A series of eyes turned to look at the youngest Charmed One and almost straight away nine guns were aimed towards her.
Phoebe kept grasping onto her side, trying to put pressure on the wound and stop the blood from streaming out of her body. Using the other hand she pulled herself closer to the bar to try and support herself and grab her jacket that was placed next to alcohol bottles. She let go of her wound to rip off the sleeve of her jacket and tie the loose fabric next to her bleeding hip.
While tending to her injury, she tried to listen to the conversation that was taking place around her. She was trying to work out the best chance to move again, in the disorder that was evolving since the lead figure of the group had been knocked unconscious.
Phoebe heard the guy that had been talking to her earlier arguing with Mike as they seem to be taking control.
"Man, you're crazy to even think about letting people out!" Mike told him still playing with his gun between his fingers. "They're our bargaining point."
"Yeah, but if we don't show any sign of good faith, they're never going to give us any money."
"And how's that gonna help?"
"Look, man," he started, resting his hand on his own gun. "If we let anyone with injuries then they are more likely to send the money in, otherwise they're not going to pay man, or they would have done it already."
Mike rested the gun tip at his mouth, "I get to keep the red-head, right?"
* * *
Piper ran over to Darryl as soon she arrived at the street next to P3. She looked at her friends face as she tried to read his expression while scanning the scene. Her eyes widened as she saw the club doors opening.
"What's happening?"
"They're letting anyone with injuries out in exchange for some of the cash," Darryl explained.
Piper kept her eyes fixed on the door, "Do you know if there's anything serious? Do you know anything about Phoebe and Paige?"
"We'll know in a second."
As the door opened and people started to come out, Darryl and Leo, who was holding Wyatt in one arm, both placed a hand on Piper's shoulders holding her back. She pulled away as her mouth dropped and her younger sister hobbled out.
"Phoebe..."
It took Piper a matter of seconds to break away from her husband and the Lieutenant as she pulled away to run over to her sister. The elder Halliwell grabbed Phoebe arm and help her over to Darryl car.
Piper scanned her younger sisters injuries and made a quick calculation that she should be okay. Once Phoebe was seated in the car, Piper pulled her coat off and swapped it with the blood ridden material that was attached to Phoebe's side.
"You okay?"
Phoebe nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine."
"What are you two going to do next time to get attention? Seriously what happened in there? Where's Paige?" Piper asked, realising that only Phoebe had come out the now closed club door. "Leo, get over here!"
"Paige," Phoebe started as she looked at her older sister in the eyes. "We need to get back in there to Paige."
* * *
Paige made her way to the door behind the office and the rest of the club. She stood in the shadows shaking as she saw Phoebe focused out of the club. Glancing to the floor she noticed the blood that had soaked in.
She scanned the room to look at the level of disorder, maybe Phoebe had been right and they needed to take action.
"Gun," she whispered.
Paige looked at the gun in her and walked out of the office. She slowly raised it as she tried to come with the feel of it in her hands and pointed it at Mike.
"I think we've messed around enough in here!"
A series of eyes turned to look at the youngest Charmed One and almost straight away nine guns were aimed towards her.
