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Chapter Eleven: Power Play

Footsteps echoed down the hall, and the girls hushed. Summer looked at Jordan, who nodded. Than, as one, the girls moved to the back corner of the room. Jordan stepped up to the door, praying that this would work.

Convincing Summer that she was really there to help changed all of the others' minds as well. They had spent the rest of their time, up until now, planning on how to get out of there. It was a shaky plan, but it was the best they could think of. Jordan only hoped that the girls wouldn't back out.

Jordan heard a key slip into the lock and the tumbler turn. She took a breath and grabbed the doorknob. She stepped backwards, taking the door with her, until her back was pressed against the wall.

"All right, time to get to work," a male voice said. He looked around the room and settled on the corner where the girls were. "Let's go!"

"Come over here and make us," Summer shouted back.

The man sniggered. "You're not really that stupid," he commented while taking out his gun.

Jordan watched his shadow move as he took one step inside. With all the strength she could gather, she slammed the door into his body.

There was a loud crash as the door hit his head and the man fell over backwards. Jordan rushed out from behind the door. "Hurry, help me!" She called to the girls.

Two of them came over and aided Jordan in to bringing the man inside and heaving him onto a bed. "Shoelaces," she demanded.

The girls grabbed the man's arms and legs and began tying him to the bed with their laces. Jordan went back to the door and shut it, picking up his gun as she walked back.

In no time, the man was immobilized and gagged. It didn't matter now, since he was out cold…but Jordan didn't know how long he would stay that way, or how long they'd have to wait until someone noticed his absence.

Carefully fishing through his pockets, Jordan smiled triumphantly when she found his cell phone. "Okay," she said to the girls. "Good job. I'm going to call someone to get us out of here."

"And they'll get here before one of the other guys comes looking?" Summer asked dubiously.

Jordan looked back at her. "We can always take them out with the door again." The girls looked skeptical and a bit frightened. "I won't let anyone hurt you," Jordan promised.

Saying another prayer Jordan dialed Woody's office phone, hoping that he'd be there and that he could trace her call.

Woody grabbed the phone off its first ring. "This is Hoyt," he said anxiously.

"Woody."

"Jordan?" Woody's heart jumped up into his throat. "Where are you?"

"I have no idea. We got one of the men's phones and gun away from them. Can you trace the call?"

Woody glanced up and saw Matt Seely standing in his doorway. He mouthed the word "trace" to him and he nodded. Quickly, Seely picked up the other phone and started tracking Jordan's call.

"Who's 'we?'" Woody asked, trying to keep up with the events.

"Woody, it's like a slave army of teenagers. They put me with a group of girls, but there are boys too."

"Seth Morrison?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"He's been here. Said he was going to wait to kill me until the heat was off him."

Alarms went off in Woody's head. "That's not going to happen! The trace is almost done…what else?"

There was a pause on the other end. "Nothing…but I think someone is coming. Just hurry, Woody!"

"Got it!" Seely cried from the other phone.

"We've got your location Jordan. We'll be there soon…don't do anything else that could get yourself hurt!" Woody didn't know whether he was pleading with Jordan or reassuring her.

She gave a ruthful laugh. "You know me." Another pause. "Woody…I love you."

Woody closed his eyes. "I love you too."

Then the line went dead.