This is the 9th part of my Fan Fiction. The
parts before this were:
1. Why Did I Get Myself Into This?
2. Getaway…
3. Losing A Member?
4. Getting Help
5. A New Start
The scene in front of them was a chilling one as they all
slowly walked into the room. The two chairs and table were knocked over
on their sides, and were scattered throughout the small area. The sheets
and blankets had been ripped off of the bed and had been thrown about the
room. Lamps had been knocked off of the bed stand, and all of the drawers
of the dresser had been pulled out.
"Oh my God..." Face and Hannibal whispered at the same time.
The team frantically looked around the room for some sort of clue to what had
happened to Amy.
After a few minutes of anxious looking, Face said, "You guys, I found
something."
Hannibal read it to the rest of the team:
-George Pelzer
Angrily, Hannibal crumpled the piece of paper in his hand.
*How could this be happening?* Hannibal thought, looking up at the rest of the
team, who shared his frustration.
Face sighed in frustration, thoughts flying through his head a mile a
minute.
"We need to find Amy as soon as possible," Hannibal finally said, "If
George Pelzer has her, we might not have much time."
The whole team remembered George Pelzer, and the hell they had gone through
when they had dealt with him. He had captured Face and Murdock, and would
have killed them if Hannibal and B.A. hadn't come to their rescue at the exact
moment they had.
"Let's get going. B.A., you bring the van around. Face,
Murdock, get everything packed up," Hannibal said, trying not so sound as
upset as he was. He turned around and left the room, the rest of the team
following him.
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Amy gave a small groan as she finally regained consciousness. Trying but
failing to look at her surroundings, Amy realized that she had a piece of cloth
covering her eyes. And after much effort, all to no avail, she also realized
that she was bound and gagged. Gradually, she could feel that wherever
she was, she was moving.
*How did I get here?* Amy thought to herself. She remembered walking into
her room and noticing that the window was open and the lights were off.
When she had turned to run, everything went black.
Amy tensed at the sound of doors slamming, but tried her best to stay
calm.
"I'm going to go in and get the room key," Amy heard a rough voice
say, "You bring the girl around to the side door when I give you the
signal."
"OK," she heard a softer voice say, "What's the signal
again?"
"You're such an idiot," the rougher voice said, seeming somewhat
agitated.
"Oh, never mind. Now I remember."
Amy then heard a deep sigh from the man with a rough voice, which was followed
by the sound of receding footsteps.
After another few minutes, Amy felt herself being picked up. She could
tell from how easily she had been lifted that the man with the softer voice had
no trouble carrying her.
*It seems warmer now…we must be inside a building
somewhere.*
Next she felt that she was being carried up a flight of
stairs. After they were walking on level ground again, she heard the
sound of an elevator door dinging.
When they stopped moving, she heard the click of a door and
felt herself being gently laid down on what seemed to be a bed.
"Good," said the rough voice sarcastically, startling Amy, "I
see that you didn't mess up what I told you to do. Now get her legs
untied. Try not to mess up-OK?"
Amy didn't hear the other man reply, but she felt the rope around her legs
being untied.
"Take that blindfold off too while you're at it; but don't take out the
gag. We don't want her screaming her lungs out when she comes to."
Amy then felt the other man's hands behind her head, untying the cloth that
covered her eyes. At this point she closed her eyes and tried to stay perfectly
still, so that they wouldn't realize that she had been conscious the whole
time.
Amy waited a couple of minutes before opening her eyes. Her vision was
blurry, so she blinked a few times, and it cleared up somewhat. Amy gave
a small groan as she opened her eyes further and looked into the light.
"Hey, look Willy," the rough voice said, "Sleepin' Beauty is
finally awake."
After her eyes had adjusted to the light, Amy looked up so she could get a
better look at her surroundings and her kidnappers. When she looked
around, she realized that she was lying on a bed in a motel room. She
looked in front of her and saw two men starring down at her. The one to
her left looked to be in his late 20s or early 30s, and he had dark blonde hair
and blue eyes. He was a few inches taller than the man on Amy's right,
and was very muscular. She guessed that this had been the man who had
carried her into the motel. She then looked at the other man. He looked
to be in his late 30s or early 40's, with dark brown hair and piercing dark
brown eyes, and he wasn't as tall or as muscular as the man next to him.
"Hey sweet cheeks," the older man said with an evil grin, "I'm
gonna take that gag out 'cause I'm a nice guy. But if you try anything,
Willy here is gonna shoot ya. Ya understand?"
Amy gave a small nod as she glanced at Willy. He had his gun pointed at her,
but she could tell he was very nervous and unsure about the whole thing.
The older man untied the gag and threw it aside, "Ya gonna scream or make
a big fuss?" he asked her.
"No," Amy replied quietly shaking her head.
"Good," he replied, roughly patting Amy on the cheek, "That's
what I wanted to hear. Ya know; we might just get along pretty well if
you don't give me any trouble. And if you do give me trouble, we won't
get along at all. So you better stay on my good side, ya hear me?"
"Yes," nodded Amy.
Amy wasn't nearly as afraid as she looked. The years she had spent with
the A-Team hadn't gone to waste. She could tell that the older man with
the rougher voice was the brain of the operation, and the man he called Willy,
the brawn.
*Willy is just taking orders from this guy,* Amy thought,
*And not really agreeing with any of them.
Of course, this wouldn't happen unless the older man left
the room. But every chance she got, she was sending Willy a helpless
glance, and he was meeting her stare with blue, concern filled eyes.
"That's good, sweet cheeks," the older man said, giving Amy that same
evil smile, "I know we're gonna get along just fine."
When the older man looked away from her for a second, Amy shot Willy another
helpless look. But this time, Willy spoke.
"Hey, George?" Willy asked, still looking at Amy.
"What is it, Willy?" He asked gruffly.
"Ya think we could go downstairs to the restaurant and get something to
eat? She looks kinda hungry."
George rolled his eyes with a deep sigh, "You can take her down if you
want to, and I've got stuff to do. But remember, I'll have your hind if
she gets away, ya hear?"
Willy nodded, walking over to the bed Amy was on and sitting behind her.
After he had untied Amy's wrists, he helped her off the bed. As they
walked out the door, Willy took Amy's hand in his-to keep her from running away
or to comfort her, Amy wasn't sure. It could have very well been for both
reasons.
As they walked into the restaurant that was adjoined to the motel, they looked
just like any of the other few couples that were seated in different parts of
the large room. Willy and Amy walked over to a table near the back of the
restaurant and sat down. Just as they had done so, a waiter came walking
up to the table to take their order.
"Hi, my name's Kaity. What can I get ya today?" She asked with
enthusiasm.
"I'll just have a glass of water," Amy replied, not really in the
mood to eat.
"And you?" Kaity asked, turning to Willy.
"Nothing for me, thanks." Willy replied, turning back to Amy as Kaity
walked away.
"Where are we going?" Amy asked, still putting on the helpless act.
"Well..." Willy began uncertainly, "I'm not really sure if I
should tell you."
Amy gave Willy a small smile, "Who am I going to tell?" She asked,
reaching across the table and giving his hand a light squeeze.
"I guess you're right," Willy replied, "You couldn't tell
anybody."
The conversation was silenced for a moment when Kaity came back with the water
Amy had ordered.
After Kaity had left, Willy said, "Well, we're still in California right
now, somewhere around Tulare, but we're leaving around 6:00 this morning so we
can get to Reno before the day is over."
Amy glanced over at the clock on the wall and saw that it was around 1:30 at
the moment.
"What's in Reno?" Amy asked as she took a sip of her water, hoping Willy
wouldn't get suspicious from all the questions she was asking.
"A couple of guys who owe George money," Willy responded.
"Why did you guys kidnap me? What do you need me for?" Amy asked.
"Well, it was George's idea, first of all. First we came to the
motel that you all were staying at. George's plan was to kill the first
member of the team he could get his hands on. After I checked the
registration book, I saw that you were with them. I told George it
wouldn't work out, but then he decided that it would be even better if we could
kidnap you."
Amy nodded, taking everything in. Her guess earlier had been right-George
was the brain of the operation, and Willy didn't agree with half of the stuff
that he did. She could easily use this to her advantage.
"You're such a nice guy," Amy said in a flirty tone as she took
another sip of water, "How'd you ever get into this line of
work?"
"I don't even remember anymore," Willy replied, shaking his
head. He obviously didn't want to answer the question.
Amy smiled at Willy again; hoping that all the flirting she was doing would
earn her brownie points for what she planned to do next.
"Willy..." Amy asked, "Do you mind if I use the restroom?"
"Well...I don't know..." he began, not wanting Amy to get away.
"What am I going to do? Flush myself down the toilet?" Amy asked,
still in the same flirtatious tone.
"Ok, I guess so," Willy replied, "But don't take too long.
If George comes down here and doesn't see you, he'll kill me."
"I won't take long, and I won't run away-I promise," Amy replied as
she got up from the table and walked into the restroom.
Less than a minute after Amy had entered the restroom, George walked into the
restaurant and over to the table that Willy was sitting at.
"Where the hell is the girl?" George hissed at Willy as he sat down
in Amy's seat.
"She's in the restroom," Willy replied, hoping George wouldn't be too
mad.
"You idiot!" George whispered, "She's going to get away! I can't
believe you let her out of your sight!" Feeling a tap on his shoulder,
George turned around and saw Amy smiling at him. "Why didn't you even try
to run away?" George asked, dumfounded.
"I promised Willy that I wouldn't," Amy replied simply.
George sighed as he looked out the window. "Change of plans, we can't stay
here. Let's get going," he said quickly-he had seen a black van with
red trim pull into the front parking lot. "And don't you try anything,
sweet cheeks."
Amy nodded as George grabbed her by the hand and all three of them walked
quickly from the restaurant, heading out to the back parking lot. As
George pushed Amy into the back seat of his car and they took off, Amy wasn't
worried in the slightest. She knew that the team would be able to find
her because of what she had left behind at the motel.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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