Chapter Nine:
Let's Work Together For Once
Bomber awoke with a splitting headache and blurry eyes, but her sense of panic was very much awake, especially when she felt the gentle rocking of waves and realised she was on a boat. Taking a deep, calming breath she heard something move beside her and squeezed her eyes together to regain her vision. As she did she noticed the room she was in was actually very light and above her was a window, only small but letting in quite a bit of light. Bomber guessed it to be about 3 or 4pm. Then her eyes caught another figure only a few feet away from her. Tied up, blindfolded and gagged Spider had clearly caused the men more trouble as Bomber was only tied up at the wrists. She called out softly to Spider and he must've heard her as he stopped wiggling around and sat still. He made a noise from behind the gag and Bomber pushed herself to her feet and moved towards him. She sat down next to him and leant back against him.
"Can you move your fingers? If you can untie me we can get out of here faster than if we try to do everything by ourselves." She suggested, the idea of the pair of them working together almost ludicrous. Even during the snake incident it hadn't been about working together but more about Spider doing what Bomber told him to. But this time he seemed to take to heart the concept of teamwork and she watched him move his hands closer to hers, stretching his arm as far as he could.
"Careful." Bomber warned, seeing he was putting just a little too much effort into loosening his hold and trying to reach the knot around her wrist. A second later she knew he'd tried too hard as a sharp click, not unlike the click of a safety, echoed through Bomber's ears and she cringed at the knowledge of what it was. Then she heard Spider cry into his gag and was glad he was gagged otherwise the sound of his pain could've woken the dead. Turning herself towards him she could see the pain in the parts of his face she could see and his body had tensed up. In her best effort to comfort him she lay her head on his good shoulder and spoke softly to him. After a minute of inane chatter he'd relaxed clearly and Bomber turned her back to him again. He sensed her move and attempted to continue untying her wrists, but she pushed his hand back.
"No. I'll untie you then you can untie me." She suggested. As she'd first suspected she wasn't anywhere near as good as Spider at this, but she took it much slower than Spider had too in case she did the same thing he just had, and after about 25 minutes he was untied. She then watched him pull his gag from his mouth and pull the blindfold off his head. His eyes were watering and he was still grimacing as he moved towards her, untying her with a mix of his good hand and his teeth. The arm he'd hurt lay at his side, him not yet ready to move it. Once free she untied his legs and moved to his bad arm. It was clearly dislocated and she knew what she had to do.
"Sorry, but this isn't going to be pretty." She said. Spider seemed to know what needed to be done and grabbed the gag he'd just had in his mouth, and bit down on it again as Bomber grabbed his elbow and wrist, gave his arm a slight twist and popped it back into place. The dislocated arm was back to normal, and as Bomber had predicted putting it back in wasn't as painful as taking it out, but Spider had barely made a sound. Bomber gave him a small smile and removed the gag. "I'm sorry Spider. I shouldn't've asked so much from you."
"It's not your fault, you warned me." He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Alright, so how the hell do we get out of here?"
Bomber had managed to create a makeshift sling out of the gag (which turned out to be an old t-shirt) and the ropes and now Spider's arm lay strapped to his chest, unable to be moved until it could be properly analysed with an x-ray machine. She'd seen some pretty bad injuries come from dislocated shoulders, but on the whole they were a rather uneventful thing that could easily be repaired by putting the arm back in it's socket and not moving it. But in the situation they were in it now seemed highly unlikely that Spider would get a chance to rest the injury. He was now staring at the window rather longingly while Bomber assessed the door to the room they were in. A big metal thing it looked more like a fridge door than a door to a normal room and glancing around her Bomber couldn't understand why. The room was little more than a storeroom, cleared of everything except a pile of boxes and a small water heater gauge on the wall behind them. Glancing at the boxes she moved towards them. They were relatively empty, save the bottom one which held a small ball of yarn. She picked it up and looked at it, but looked up from it when she heard Spider laugh.
"You going to go Jack Bauer on us and blow up the door and kill the hostages with a piece of yarn?" He suggested. Bomber raised the yarn to throw it at him but decided that seeing as he was in more than enough pain it was just mean.
"Shut your mouth until you have some decent input alright?" She replied, tossing the yarn back in the box. She turned away from him. "Like staring out the window is going to help our situation." She smiled. "Unless you're dreaming about your precious Carly." She suggested. She glanced back at him and watched him frown at her. He then motioned to the window.
"Actually, staring out the window just might be some good input." He stepped back and motioned for Bomber to join him. Glancing out the window she saw exactly why this information was important. They were a little off an island. An island much larger than Harp Island. And a good place for them to hide.
She glanced at him. "Yeah, well, we have to get out of here first don't we?" She walked away from him. "Work on that one now Einstein." Then, dropping herself amongst a pile of boxes, she leant back against the wall and closed her eyes, imagining she was anywhere but being held hostage with Billy Webb.
