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Chapter 12- When Evil Men Exist

Wade and John exited their plane, practically ran through the gate, and went over to an airport attendant.

"Excuse me, do you know when flight 3640 landed?" John asked.

The attendant checked her computer and looked up at John and Wade.

"It landed about an hour ago."

John and Wade nodded and walked away from the desk. Wade sighed, clearly frustrated.

"Now what? We have no idea where they went." Wade said, looking around the airport for a sign of Moore or Randy. He knew that the odds of seeing them in an airport an hour after they had already landed were slim to none.

"I don't know." Cena said, feeling discouraged.

Wade looked around the airport again, looking for any sign of them. As he was turning back around, he glanced at the exit and saw 2 men wearing all black enter a taxi.

"John! Look outside! Tell me those two men weren't with Moore when we last saw Randy..." Wade said, his heart beginning to beat faster.

John looked toward the exit in just enough time to see the last of the two men enter the cab. He immediately recognized them. He and Wade ran to the exit. They saw the taxi take off and and John quickly took note of the license plate number.

"We should get a cab." Wade said, urgently. John nodded in agreement and jumped at the first cab he saw.

A cab pulled up in front of John and he immediately went for the door. A strong hand on his shoulder, though, stopped him from entering. John immediately turned around for a fight. A man he didn't recognize was standing there.

"Excuse me, but, uh, there is a line for the taxis!" The man said, pointing to a ridiculously long line.

"Sorry... we can't wait." John attempted to say calmly, but tension laced his words.

"Look, just because you're John Cena doesn't mean you can skip everyone else in line!" The man said.

Wade looked down the street and saw the taxi about to turn a corner. He looked at John urgently.

"We have to go... we don't have time for this!"

John nodded as Wade and turned to the man again.

"Sorry, just take the next one." John said as he and Wade jumped in the taxi. John and Wade told the cab driver to follow the cab they saw the two men go into.

The man that was arguing with John started banging on the window of the cab. John rolled the window down as the cab started to move.

"I'm really sorry, man.. look here, hope this makes up for it." John threw a piece of paper out the window as the cab drove off.

The man looked at the paper and snorted as he watched the cab drive away.

"An autograph? What an asshole..." The man said to himself as he got back in line.

Wade and John kept their eyes on the cab the two men went in and followed it for about 20 minutes.

"John, we can't keep following them all the way to wherever they are going. We'll just end up the same way we did last time, empty handed and without a plan."

John nodded in agreement and turned to the cab driver.

"I'll give you 100 bucks to cut that cab off on the next empty street." John said.

The driver smiled, nodded, took the hundred bucks and pulled up in front of the cab. The two men got out of their cab and started yelling at John and Wade's cab driver.

"What the hell is the matter with you?" One of the men yelled.

John and Wade stepped out of the car.

"SHIT!" One of the men yelled. Both men reached for their weapons. Before they could get to them, Wade and John slammed them up against one of the taxis.

"Tell us where Randy is!" John said, slamming the man against the car again.

"Bite me." The man said.

John felt a flash of anger and picked the gun up from the floor and aimed it at the man's head. The man started freaking out.

"John..." Wade said, still holding the other man against the car.

"TELL ME WHERE HE IS RIGHT NOW!" John screamed, waving the gun around.

"I CAN'T TELL YOU, OKAY? MOORE WILL KILL ME!"

"I'LL KILL YOU!" John yelled back.

"JOHN!" Wade yelled again. He'd never seen John so angry... he thought he might actually kill this guy.

"ALRIGHT...alright, I'll tell you. 2578 Wilson Street, okay?" The man said, desperate to get out of this situation.

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" John said, calming down.

"I'm not going to lie to the guy with a gun to my head. Besides, it doesn't matter if you find him now... you'll never get him out of there." The man said, smirking slightly.

John knocked the guy out with the gun in his hand and Wade did the same. John and Wade decided it was best to take the guns, at least they wouldn't go into this empty handed again. Wade walked over to John.

"You alright?" Wade asked, putting a hand on John's shoulder. John sighed and rubbed his face.

"I'm fine."

Randy sat in the back seat of another taxi in between two men who were working for Moore. Moore was in the passenger side. They stayed at the airport for over an hour while Moore arranged almost 7 taxis to take them to... wherever they were going too.

"Why weren't we just picked up from the airport... or get normal cars?" One of the men asked.

"It's harder for anyone to track us in taxis... there's thousands of them in Seattle." Moore responded.

Randy had to get out of here. This was his chance. There was no handcuffs, and they were in a car in the middle of a city. He thought fast and looked out the front window of the car. Red light... this was it, the moment of truth. He was about to go for it, but stopped.

He couldn't do it. If he tried to run this time and didn't get away, he knew they'd make him pay for it. The question rattled his mind, would he rather live like this or die escaping? Randy treasured every second of his life, but he wasn't sure he could treasure it when it was like this. This, by far, had to be the worst thing that has ever happened to him... ever.

Moore looked in the back seat and noticed Randy seemed to be very involved in his own thoughts. He tapped Randy's knee with the gun he was holding and caught Randy's attention.

"Don't do anything stupid." Moore said angrily.

Randy didn't respond. He had a big dilemma on his hands. He already knew they were never going to let him go, Moore seemed intent on keeping him here as long as possible. Add the fact that he killed Jeff's son and already tried to escape once, and he didn't have to prepare for a visit here, he needed to get a U-Haul and prepare for a permanent living situation. The only way he would ever escape would be too jump out of this car right now... but there was a slim chance he would actually be able to get away. If he tried and failed, the most likely scenario, he knew there would be HELL to pay and there would be absolutely no chance to escape again. Another thing, the bullet wound in his leg, which looked awful, did nothing to help his case either.

Deep down, he knew the truth. It was now or never. At least this way... he had a chance.

Here goes nothing...

Randy elbowed the man to his left and quickly went for the car door. The other man in the back seat tried to react, but wasn't quick enough. Moore yelled and Randy rolled out of the moving car. Randy hurt his shoulder as he hit the ground and gripped it tight. He saw the car pull over and immediately stood up and ran.

Moore exited the car in a fit of rage.

"SON OF A BITCH!" He watched as Randy turned the corner of the semi-busy Seattle street. He turned to the two men that were in his car.

"GO AFTER HIM! NOW!"

Moore picked up his cell phone.

"He got away! The son of a bitch got away, Jeff! Get him back... get him back alive!"