Ok, a lot of luck... Is what we need at this point. I wasn't fooling myself. These were pros that we were dealing with. Sure, I had some pretty good guys on my side but one of them had been to physical and mental hell and was on his way back, but not there yet. The other was out of his element. And, of course, the authorities do not take well to shootouts and particularly shootouts that involve innocent victims (so picky, go figure) and eyelessness is not a definite "get out of jail free"card. We have to be careful.
It turns out that we had about fifteen minutes to solidify our plan. El and Jeff are going to hide at the other end of the hall way and I am going to be the bait, so to speak. Our dear Megan knocks at the door. She is alone. Apparently, Guinness and their backup men are waiting in the wings. They don't want to show all their cards immediately. This is the first time I've been in real danger with Sands. I fiddle with the pearl bracelet that he bought for me in Mexico when he was barely able to walk.
"Well, hello, dear, what can I do you for?" I am surprised that I have any sense of humor at this point.
"Where are they?"
"What? No how have you been or long time no see? Why so grouchy, Megan?"
"Get your hands up where I can see them." She pretty much kicks me into the wall with her hard boots. "Do you want to tell me where they are or do you want me to start target practice?"
Ok, this is it. Time to earn my Oscar. "Okay, okay.. I'm sorry. I'll cooperate with whatever you want. Please don't shoot me." The quiver in my voice is not all acting. I try to look like I am about to cry. The method acting technique is easy. I just have to think about my actual situation at this point. "I just don't know where they went. They went off to talk somewhere. I guess a bar or something. I don't know. I swear!" At the last word my voice cracks and I let the tears flow.
"Come on," She leads me on with the gun. I know the guys are hiding somewhere around here. Please let them see where we are going.
Crap! Apparently, Megan, Guinness and their henchmen had the same idea. I'm bait alright. She takes me down the back stairs and into a dark hummer. We drive away, but not before we get several witnesses. The trail of breadcrumbs will lead to me..or rather, to armed henchmen. It's only a few minutes later that we pull into a lot next to what looks like an huge abandoned store: kind of like an empty WallMart. I'm not even worthy of handcuffs or some rope. Apparently, I'm seen as pretty harmless. The only problem is that it's true. I couldn't pull my gun out now without getting shot. Ren and Stimpy have there weapons trained on me.
Now. We just have to wait for Sands and El...to heroically enter the trap. Even if they realize that it's a trap, they won't leave me. So, we're all screwed.
