OH MY GOD. The London riots are absolutely mental :O
I've been told to stay home by so many people, which means I get laptop time, which means I can write more, which means an update!
I May Just Be Crazy About You
Chapter 25 – Saving My Sonshine Again (Part 1)
"Okay, so this is the guest list; make sure everybody gets the correct invitation card." Mr Mason says, handing the list to Winston. Suddenly, his phone rings, so he answers it. "Hello?"
"Preparing for the wedding, huh, Lucas?" A very familiar voice says from the phone. Don Sam. A gunshot goes off in the background, startling Mr Mason. "But, I have the bride." Two gunshots sound, as Mr Mason takes in the shocking news. "And this time, we haven't made any mistakes. We've kidnapped Sonny Munroe." There's a shuffling sound, then another voice.
"Sir? Please – please help me!" Sonny pleads, and the shuffling comes back.
"Heard that? Now send me ten grand quickly, or I'll send the girl's dead body to the wedding altar." Sam growls, and cuts the call.
"This is a huge problem, Winston!" Mr Mason says worriedly to his strange assistant.
"What happened, sir?" Winston asks, confused.
"Don Sam kidnapped Sonny!" Mr Mason replies.
"Sir, that's a really good thing!" He says.
"What's so good about it?" His boss yells. "The wedding is tomorrow, and today we find out that the bride's gotten kidnapped!"
"Sir, the people are emotional! You'll get so many sympathy votes!" Winston replies, finally putting his small knowledge of psychology to work.
"I should tell Alex, though." Mr Mason says, getting his phone and dialling his son's number.
Chad's POV
"I don't give a damn about the money. Sonny's life is in danger!" I yell. Alex just told me that his dad called, saying that some Don Sam dude kidnapped Sonny, and is demanding ten grand as ransom. And that he isn't going to pay them. Idiot.
"It's not that, it's just that –" Alex starts, but I cut him off.
"Forget it. You go arrange for the money, and we'll free Sonny from those kidnappers, then we'll see what happens." I say.
"Look, Chad. Ten thousand dollars is a lot of money." He says.
"It may be. But it's not worth more than Sonny's life!" I yell. I get in the van, and slam the door. I don't care about the money – I have to save Sonny.
We jump out of the van, and get the massive bags out of the back. All the money is packed up in there, and we're going to free Sonny from these stupid kidnappers. We drag the bags into the building, and try to be as quiet as possible. With me are Skyler, James, Daniel, and the helpful dudes from the whole plan – I think their names are Brett and Jerry, or something like that. I don't know for sure; I'm Chad Dylan Cooper, I don't remember names of random people I'm probably never going to see again.
The place is huge from the inside. It looks like some kind of warehouse, with what looks like a pool of soap in the middle. Why the hell is there soap here? Is it some kind of bubble bath? Ooh, a bubble bath would be nice. Water. Ahh. Stop getting distracted! You're here to save Sonny! Oh, yeah. I'm going to do that right now. This place is somewhat scary; I don't know why, but I have the feeling we're being watched. While we're doing a stealthy, secret agent walk in, I accidentally hit something on a wall, causing some kind of strange upwards smoke machine to activate. I quickly flip the switch back, and the smoke stops. That was scary. But I think someone noticed.
A strange looking guy, wearing a black suit, a matching hat, and old fashioned sunglasses appears at the top of the steps we hadn't noticed. Behind him are some more similarly dressed guys, but they're missing the shades.
"Hey, who are you people?" He yells, noticing us. The others echo him.
"Mr Mason sent the ransom money, for us to get Sonny back." I reply cautiously.
"Open the bags!" He demands. Who is he to talk to us like that?
"We don't talk to servants! Let me talk to your boss!" I yell. I know he is the boss, but hey. Chad Dylan Cooper doesn't do anything without fooling around a little, and making fun of a person or two in the process.
"I'm the boss!" He yells. I'm guessing this guy is Don Sam, in that case. Man, he is ugly!
"Hey, don't give me that look! I'm a boss too – I'm the president of awesomeness!" I inform him of my epic title, and he glares at me. I decide to keep mocking this idiot. "We boss peoples have personalities! We've got strength! We're leaders! Right guys?" I turn to my small gang.
"Yeah!" They all agree, which makes Sam angrier. Even his own minions are nodding and agreeing with me.
"What 'yeah'?" Sam yells. "Who gives you your bread and butter?"
"You, sir." The henchmen reply.
"Then tell that to him!" He shouts.
"Yes, sir. Whoever he is, however he is, he's our boss." One of the guys says.
"Hm. Okay. So, give 'em the bags." I say to my team. The henchmen all gather near us, and take the bags, setting them down on a table. "Hey, Mr Boss! Where's Sonny?" I yell. Sam signals to somewhere, and Sonny runs to the railings at the top of the steps.
"Chad!" She says, a sudden flash of happiness in her eyes.
"Hey, Sonny." I say. She comes running down the stairs, and I smile. Come here, Sonny.
She runs straight past me, and out the doors. What?
"CHAD!" Sonny yells, suddenly running back in, chased by some more of the henchmen. Taking me by surprise, she hugs me, as tight as possible. Nice. "I knew it." She says. "I knew you'd come."
"Hey, you have a problem and I'm not there to help? That's not happening." I say, smiling and hugging her back. I am going to tell her right now. We step apart. "Anyway, let's get outta here."
"Bye!" We all say, turning to leave.
"Hold up! I am Don Sam. Don't try to act smart with me." Sam says. I hope he hasn't worked out our little game… "Those who mess with me…" He starts, and suddenly screams. He rolls down the steps, yelling.
"That's gotta hurt." I say. He finally lands at the foot of the steps, dusting himself off and standing up.
"Those who mess with me…don't survive." He finishes. He cracks his leg, then his arm, then his wrist, then his neck. Ew. He suddenly puts his hand in his pocket. Okay, if he's getting a gun, I'm gonna be scared. I move to stand in front of Sonny, instinctively trying to stop this guy shooting her. She takes the hint and hides behind me, grabbing my hand tightly. Sam growls, taking a lollipop out of his pocket, unwrapping it, and licking it. "First, I'm going to check the money." He says. "Count it!" The henchmen scurry towards the bags, opening them. Please don't work out my plan…
They start to count the money quickly, as I look around, biting my nails. I have to admit, I'm somewhat scared. About five minutes later, they're done.
"Sir, the money is all okay." One of them says.
"It's okay?" I ask, shocked that they fell for it.
"Yes!" The guy says.
"Yeah! It's all there." I say, happily. I can't believe they fell for my trick!
"Yes, sir! They're hundred-dollar bills! Crisp and warm; looks like they've come straight from the bank!" The same guy says.
"That's where we got them from! Okay, boss, the money's all there. Now can we go?" I ask.
"Mmh. Is there any mistake?" Sam asks.
"No sir! We counted it all!" The henchman replies.
"Okay, go. You're forgiven." Sam says to us. We run towards the door.
"And you know what the best part is? Every bill looks exactly the same, right down to the note number!" Another henchman says. Oh, no…
"GET THEM!" Sam yells, realising that we've just made copies of the exact same hundred-dollar bill, and put them in the bags. We scatter around the warehouse, hoping they can't catch us. This is gonna be difficult…
Man, that was a lot of typing! Anyway, I'm tired now. So, peace out suckahz! ;)