Chapter Eleven

'Oh for God's sake Sarge, give it up!' Sally cried, she'd been watching Callum struggle against his bonds for the last half an hour and he hadn't got anywhere except beginning to leave marks on his wrists, 'you're hurting yourself for nothing and what the hell are you going to do after? You're not going anywhere with that leg!' The leg in question had swollen up to nearly double its normal size because of Jo's tiny bit of torture during the video. Callum and Sally were alone, Jo, Mia and Charlotte had ungagged them and left them to imagine what would happen in nine hours.

Callum stopped moving and gave an exasperated groan, 'what do you suggest we do Sally? Sit here and wait to die?' Callum was furious, he hated being completely helpless and he definitely hated being outsmarted by women. Sally, being a woman, was on the receiving end of Callum's rage.

'Don't go in a huff at me Sarge! This isn't my fault!' Sally replied indignantly.

Callum looked at Sally, he looked at her blonde hair and beautiful face, he sighed, 'you're right Sal, I'm sorry.'

'Apology accepted,' Sally smiled softly at him. 'They'll find us, I'm sure they will Sarge.'

'Yeah,' he whispered, 'sure they will.'

'Sarge?' Sally asked hesitantly, 'earlier when I left to get my stuff I heard you say something that interested me.'

'What was that?' Callum asked with a slight sinking feeling, did she hear what he had called himself?

'I think I heard you say that you thought that I thought you were a right knob.'

'You heard that?'

Sally smirked, 'oh yeah. Um why did you think that?'

'Because when you touched me and I blushed I got a bit emba-'

'I love you.' Sally interrupted.

Callum gaped in such a way he resembled a stunned goldfish, 'you what?'

'I love you. It just occurred to me. And if we're going to die here I think I should say it.' Sally said this very fast and Callum, who was still in shock, did not catch a single word, 'er what? Sorry Sal I didn't catch that.' Sally smiled softly and repeated what she'd said.

Callum continued to stare at Sally as if she'd grown two heads, 'right. Sally are you feeling ok?'

'Yes, I'm fine.' Sally replied smiling.

'Aw so sweet,' whispered a voice sarcastically, Mia Dyere had re-entered the warehouse without Sally or Callum noticing her.

'What do you want?' Callum spat venomously, eyeing Mia suspiciously.

'To ask if either of you want a drink or the toilet.' Mia answered impatiently, 'do you?'

Callum nodded, 'yeah I need the loo but you're going to need to give me a hand though because of my leg.'

'Fine, I'll put you on the trolley.'

Mia wheeled Callum out of the warehouse and toward a Portaloo, she removed a gun from her back pocket and pointed it at Callum. 'Any funny business and I will shoot you,' she threatened, 'hurry up.'

Callum pushed himself up and hopped through the Portaloo door to do his business. After three minutes he reappeared and, to the relief of his leg, sat back down on the trolley where Mia placed a cable tie over his wrists and began to push Callum back towards the warehouse.

Neither of them noticed a middle aged woman sat in a dark green Fiat Punto, but she noticed them, she watched them cautiously before reaching for her phone and scrolled through her contacts until she found the right one, smiling softly she pressed the green button on the keypad and, holding the phone to her ear, waited for her boy to pick up…

Oooh so who is this mysterious woman and will she save the day? Stay tuned for more and please review:)