Paul's large frame towered over her menacingly as she struggled to
stand up. "Well what do we have here?" he leered.
"You're not going to get away with this," Nancy informed him, as she got to her feet.
Paul laughed evilly, "We'll see about that." He grabbed Nancy's upper arm and dragged her out of his office. Nancy gasped as she saw Amy slumped over her desk. A trickle of blood ran down the side of her head.
"You bastard," Nancy spat at Paul as he hauled her across the small room. The young woman didn't deserve being attacked and Nancy was enraged that it had happened.
Nancy assessed the situation in her head. She glanced furtively around the room for anything that would serve as either a weapon or a distraction. She couldn't risk being taken from the building. She knew her chances of getting away were better now than if Paul took her to some remote location.
Her eyes darted from object to object, but nothing was in reach. Paul's grip on her arm was too strong and he towered above her by a good 6 inches. He had a rather large build and Nancy knew that she couldn't overpower him without some sort of weapon.
Nancy took a deep breath and called upon one trick that had worked for her in situations past. She closed her eyes and let her entire body go limp. She attempted to fall unceremoniously to the floor, as if fainting. Paul's grip on her arm slackened predictably when he felt her become dead weight. Before she could put her plan into action Amy's cell phone began to ring loudly.
Surprised and startled at the noise, Paul let go of Nancy's arm. Nancy hit the ground once again, but this time she was prepared for battle. As soon as she felt him standing over her, Nancy's eyes snapped open and she delivered a swift strike with both feet to Paul's mid-section. He let out a loud, "Oof," and fell backwards against the desk.
Luck was on Nancy's side for when Paul fell back, he smacked his head on the corner of the desk. She watched his eyes shut and his body fall to the floor. She stood at a standstill until she was sure that Paul was really unconscious. When she determined that it was safe, Nancy leapt to her feet. She exhaled a breath she didn't know she had been holding and went to check on Amy.
"Frank!" Blonde haired and blue eyed, Joe Hardy called out as he stepped into the main concourse. He could see his brother about a hundred feet away, his tall build looking around anxiously for him.
"Joe!" Frank yelled back, dodging through the throngs of people to greet his brother. He embraced him in a quick hug, asking at the same time, "Luggage?"
"Nope," the younger Hardy answered. He patted the duffle bag slung over his shoulder. "Anything I forgot, you can buy me," he laughed.
Frank shook his head, at his brother's attempted humor, but didn't respond.
At the lack of a stinging retort from Frank, Joe glanced at his brother as they walked towards the parking garage. "Spill it, Frank. What's eating you? And where's Nan?"
Frank sighed and he ran a hand through his dark hair. "That's the problem. She took off while I was asleep to go dig up some more information on our suspect." He pulled his cell phone out of his jacket pocket once more and looked at it with disgust. "She's not answering her cell phone and neither is the girl she went with."
Joe's eyes went round as he heard Frank's explanation for Nancy's disappearance. "She took off without telling you?"
"You know Nan," Frank began. "She knew if she woke me up, I wouldn't go for it. So, she left me a note instead."
Joe laughed slightly at the situation. "Well, I guess some things never change."
Frank glared at his younger brother as he directed him towards Nancy's car. "I swear to God, Joe, if she's okay and just forgot to turn her cell phone on, I'm gonna ring her neck when I find her."
As Frank popped the trunk and Joe stuffed his bag inside, Joe smiled at Frank. "You really care about her a lot don't you?"
Biting his lip, Frank admitted, "Yeah, I do. And as soon as this whole mess is over with, I'm going to let her know just how much." He slammed the trunk and then opened up the driver's side door. He looked at Joe over the top of the car and said, "Now, let's go find her."
"Amy," Nancy called out as she pressed two fingers to the side of Amy's neck to check for a pulse. Relieved when she found one, Nancy gently shook the girl's shoulders to rouse her.
The young woman groggily awoke a few seconds later and raised her head. She looked around the room in confusion. "What happened?" she asked.
"No time to explain," Nancy insisted. "We've got to get out of here." She helped Amy to her feet, and then quickly ran into Paul's office to grab her belongings. The two women then made their way across Paul's unconscious body and out into the hallway.
"Are you okay?" Nancy asked, as they hurried down the hall.
"My head is killing me," she admitted. "But, I'll make it."
As they ran towards the elevator, Nancy pulled her cell phone from her purse. She groaned when she realized that she had left it turned off. She knew she would have tons of messages from Frank, who was undoubtedly worried about her. "Amy," Nancy told the girl, "I need you to call the 9-1- 1. I'll call Frank and let him know what's going on." She quickly punched in Frank's number and waited for him to pick up the phone.
Amy nodded in response, but all of the sudden motions suddenly became too much for her to take. Nancy watched in horror as the girl slid to the ground.
"Dammit!" Nancy cursed. This situation was going from bad to worse. She had to get the two of them out of the building before Paul awoke. As she bent down to check on Amy once more, she heard Frank's voice.
"Where are you?" he demanded.
"Alliance building with Amy," she said, out of breath. "Paul found us and attacked Amy. I knocked him out, and Amy and I escaped out of the office, but she just passed out on me again," Nancy explained.
"Are you okay?" Frank asked worriedly, concern evident in his voice.
"I'm fine," she insisted. Before she could continue, Nancy heard a noise coming from the far end of the hall. She looked down the hallway and saw Paul staggering out of the door. "Call 9-1-1," she whispered into the phone.
"Nancy? What's going on?" Frank questioned.
"Just do it!" Nancy demanded.
Gaining his balance, Paul stepped out in the hallway and looked dead at Nancy. "I'm going to kill you!" he exclaimed, as he rushed towards the girls.
That was the last thing that Frank heard before the line went dead.
"You're not going to get away with this," Nancy informed him, as she got to her feet.
Paul laughed evilly, "We'll see about that." He grabbed Nancy's upper arm and dragged her out of his office. Nancy gasped as she saw Amy slumped over her desk. A trickle of blood ran down the side of her head.
"You bastard," Nancy spat at Paul as he hauled her across the small room. The young woman didn't deserve being attacked and Nancy was enraged that it had happened.
Nancy assessed the situation in her head. She glanced furtively around the room for anything that would serve as either a weapon or a distraction. She couldn't risk being taken from the building. She knew her chances of getting away were better now than if Paul took her to some remote location.
Her eyes darted from object to object, but nothing was in reach. Paul's grip on her arm was too strong and he towered above her by a good 6 inches. He had a rather large build and Nancy knew that she couldn't overpower him without some sort of weapon.
Nancy took a deep breath and called upon one trick that had worked for her in situations past. She closed her eyes and let her entire body go limp. She attempted to fall unceremoniously to the floor, as if fainting. Paul's grip on her arm slackened predictably when he felt her become dead weight. Before she could put her plan into action Amy's cell phone began to ring loudly.
Surprised and startled at the noise, Paul let go of Nancy's arm. Nancy hit the ground once again, but this time she was prepared for battle. As soon as she felt him standing over her, Nancy's eyes snapped open and she delivered a swift strike with both feet to Paul's mid-section. He let out a loud, "Oof," and fell backwards against the desk.
Luck was on Nancy's side for when Paul fell back, he smacked his head on the corner of the desk. She watched his eyes shut and his body fall to the floor. She stood at a standstill until she was sure that Paul was really unconscious. When she determined that it was safe, Nancy leapt to her feet. She exhaled a breath she didn't know she had been holding and went to check on Amy.
"Frank!" Blonde haired and blue eyed, Joe Hardy called out as he stepped into the main concourse. He could see his brother about a hundred feet away, his tall build looking around anxiously for him.
"Joe!" Frank yelled back, dodging through the throngs of people to greet his brother. He embraced him in a quick hug, asking at the same time, "Luggage?"
"Nope," the younger Hardy answered. He patted the duffle bag slung over his shoulder. "Anything I forgot, you can buy me," he laughed.
Frank shook his head, at his brother's attempted humor, but didn't respond.
At the lack of a stinging retort from Frank, Joe glanced at his brother as they walked towards the parking garage. "Spill it, Frank. What's eating you? And where's Nan?"
Frank sighed and he ran a hand through his dark hair. "That's the problem. She took off while I was asleep to go dig up some more information on our suspect." He pulled his cell phone out of his jacket pocket once more and looked at it with disgust. "She's not answering her cell phone and neither is the girl she went with."
Joe's eyes went round as he heard Frank's explanation for Nancy's disappearance. "She took off without telling you?"
"You know Nan," Frank began. "She knew if she woke me up, I wouldn't go for it. So, she left me a note instead."
Joe laughed slightly at the situation. "Well, I guess some things never change."
Frank glared at his younger brother as he directed him towards Nancy's car. "I swear to God, Joe, if she's okay and just forgot to turn her cell phone on, I'm gonna ring her neck when I find her."
As Frank popped the trunk and Joe stuffed his bag inside, Joe smiled at Frank. "You really care about her a lot don't you?"
Biting his lip, Frank admitted, "Yeah, I do. And as soon as this whole mess is over with, I'm going to let her know just how much." He slammed the trunk and then opened up the driver's side door. He looked at Joe over the top of the car and said, "Now, let's go find her."
"Amy," Nancy called out as she pressed two fingers to the side of Amy's neck to check for a pulse. Relieved when she found one, Nancy gently shook the girl's shoulders to rouse her.
The young woman groggily awoke a few seconds later and raised her head. She looked around the room in confusion. "What happened?" she asked.
"No time to explain," Nancy insisted. "We've got to get out of here." She helped Amy to her feet, and then quickly ran into Paul's office to grab her belongings. The two women then made their way across Paul's unconscious body and out into the hallway.
"Are you okay?" Nancy asked, as they hurried down the hall.
"My head is killing me," she admitted. "But, I'll make it."
As they ran towards the elevator, Nancy pulled her cell phone from her purse. She groaned when she realized that she had left it turned off. She knew she would have tons of messages from Frank, who was undoubtedly worried about her. "Amy," Nancy told the girl, "I need you to call the 9-1- 1. I'll call Frank and let him know what's going on." She quickly punched in Frank's number and waited for him to pick up the phone.
Amy nodded in response, but all of the sudden motions suddenly became too much for her to take. Nancy watched in horror as the girl slid to the ground.
"Dammit!" Nancy cursed. This situation was going from bad to worse. She had to get the two of them out of the building before Paul awoke. As she bent down to check on Amy once more, she heard Frank's voice.
"Where are you?" he demanded.
"Alliance building with Amy," she said, out of breath. "Paul found us and attacked Amy. I knocked him out, and Amy and I escaped out of the office, but she just passed out on me again," Nancy explained.
"Are you okay?" Frank asked worriedly, concern evident in his voice.
"I'm fine," she insisted. Before she could continue, Nancy heard a noise coming from the far end of the hall. She looked down the hallway and saw Paul staggering out of the door. "Call 9-1-1," she whispered into the phone.
"Nancy? What's going on?" Frank questioned.
"Just do it!" Nancy demanded.
Gaining his balance, Paul stepped out in the hallway and looked dead at Nancy. "I'm going to kill you!" he exclaimed, as he rushed towards the girls.
That was the last thing that Frank heard before the line went dead.