"Quiet."
"He wouldn't hesitate to kill you if he had to."
"Be quiet."
"You mean nothing to him. He doesn't know what friendship is."
"Shut up."
"Once he gets me he won't need you anymore. You'll end up dead."
Martin pointed the gun at Max's head, training it between her eyes. "That's enough out of you now."
"You wouldn't." Max dared. "You know that I'm telling the truth and that if you shot me, it'd be all over for you, and you're not willing to risk that, are you?"
Martin cocked the gun and shrugged. "I would be dying for the right reasons. I would have killed you, a threat. It would be just the same as killing an enemy soldier."
"It's always people like you who say my sibs and I are threats and terrors." Max shook her head. "You all must not believe in mirrors, huh?"
* * *
Logan got out of the car when he saw Matt pull up behind him. He went around to meet Matt as he exited his car. He looked over the two other men that Matt had managed to rustle up and decided that they would do. "Let's go."
"Hold on." Matt shook his head. "We don't know what he's got up there."
"Max is up there." Logan protested. "We need to go now."
The two other men had moved to the trunk of the car and one popped it open. They began pulling bullet proof vests out and putting them on. One of the men pulled his gun from his holster and loaded it, then looked at Logan. "Your heart's trying to get in on the head's game here. There's a whole 'nother ball field for that."
Matt nodded and handed Logan a vest. "Put this on."
* * *
"It should be time for us to go soon." Martin mumbled, looking at his watch.
"I won't be going anywhere."
"You're a foolish girl for thinking you can escape this situation." Martin shook his head.
"And you're a foolish man for thinking you can control it."
* * *
It didn't take much for the small group to get past the doorman and security guard, just a quick flash of Matt's badge and they blazed right on by. They stepped into the elevator and Matt waited until the doors closed before sharing his plan.
"We don't know what floor they're on," He said. "So we're gonna break up into pairs and hit each floor."
"That'll take forever." Logan objected.
"It's the only way we have to go about this." Matt frowned.
"Maybe not..." Logan said, suddenly getting an idea.
* * *
Max was more than relieved when Martin got up and left the room. She listened to his footsteps fall away, then began working on freeing herself from the handcuffs. Since force wasn't going to do it, she needed to rely on some of the tricks she had learned along the way. She swung her legs off the bed and sat sideways, the handcuffs restricting the motion of most of her upper body. She kicked off a shoe and scooted back onto the bed. Using her foot, she opened the drawer of the night stand and peered inside.
A wide grin spread across her face when she saw a safety pin in the far corner of the drawer. It quickly faded when she realized she wouldn't be able to get to it without some trouble. She sighed then brought her foot in reach of her hands and peeled off her sock. She then reached into the drawer with her foot and used her big toe to pull the safety pin closer. She pressed her foot down onto it so it would stick to her skin, then carefully brought her foot toward her.
She managed to open the safety pin and got to work. As she was working, she heard someone knock on the door and panicked. She finished quickly and managed to free herself of the cuffs. Quickly as she could, she put her sock and shoe back on, then crept from the room.
A/N: How'd you like Max's tactic of getting the safety pin out of the drawer? I had to think on that for a bit.