Chapter 10 Trying to Escape

Recap: Inside the club…

"It looks like some business deal is going down," Harm whispered, as they crouched out of sight.

"That's the man who killed Athena."

"Three million as you requested," Striker said. "Let me see the diamonds."

"I can assure you that the disk is back in our possession, as for Athena's friend I have my best me looking for her. They don't know anything about what we are doing."

Harm and Mac turned to leave when they came face to face with one of Strikers crew.

"Don't move," the guy said pointing his gun in their direction.

Club Octagon

Friday Night

9:50pm

The man looked at them suspiciously while his gun was aimed at them. In minutes he would call for back up. One of them had to do something soon. Mac was the first to act by stumbling forward a little, as a glazed look entered her eyes. "I don't feel so good…honey," Mac faked being drunk. "I had one two many of those drink thingies," she said pointing to the empty glass in her hand.

"Is this the bathroom?" Harm asked pretending to be equally drunk.

The man let his guard down but said firmly, "This is a restricted area."

Striker and the rest of them heard the commotion and started toward them.

The guy took a closer look at Mac. "Hey…you're the women we've been searching for. Boss!" He yelled diverting his eyes from them. The few seconds was all they needed and with a kick and a jab to the stomach the man was out cold.

"Let's go," Harm said grabbing the gun of the floor.

"We have defiantly over stayed our welcome," Mac added as they took off down the hall with Striker and his men now on their trail. Shots rang out from behind them and they ducked and ran faster, busting through the door back into the club. They immediately started moving passed people to blend in with the crowd.

"Do whatever you have to, to find them but don't make the clubbers aware of what's going on."

Harm and Mac hid behind a couch and not a moment too soon for Striker and his men came through the door.

"I thought you had this all under control?" The brief case man said to Striker.

Striker ignored him and told his men to spread out. "They have to be here somewhere."

"This spot isn't going to hid us for much longer," Mac said looking around.

Harm pulled out his phone. "I'm calling Michael. Maybe he and Jeffery can come with some back up."

Some where inside the police headquarters the phone rang at Michael's desk. Jeffery was walking by and picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Jeffery, it's me, Harm."

"Harm sounds like you're at a party or something."

"Actually I'm at a club," Harm yelled over the loud music. I'll explain more later but Striker is the head of The Fang Organization. Mac and I found out that he is working out of his Club Octagon and now he's after Mac and I."

"Sounds like you could use some back up. I'm on my way."

They both hung up their phones and Harm filled Mac in on what was said.

"We better leave before they block all the exits," Harm yelled.

"This way," Mac said spotting an unguarded back exit. They headed for the door just as one of Strikers men saw them. Harm and Mac busted through the back door that lead into an alley. It was dark and the tinted streetlights didn't reach all areas of the alley, so it was easy for them to blend into the shadows. They shrunk down close to the alley walls, as Striker and his men came pouring out of the door way. Hearing a noise Striker led his men the other way down the alley.

When the coast was clear Harm and Mac started to move. They hadn't gone more than a few feet when Harm heard something behind them.

"Harm wh-"Mac started to say when Harm pulled her up against him into the shadows. He put his hand gently on her mouth and peered out around the corner. One of Strikers goons had been sent to this part of the alley and he was inching closer to their spot as the seconds went by. Harm and Mac locked eyes knowing what to do. When the man got close enough Mac kicked the gun out of his hand. Harm then sprang out of the shadows and knocked the guy out. The guy hit a nearby trash can as he fell and the noise alerted Striker and his men. Harm and Mac took off down the alley leaving the man sprawled out on the sidewalk. They could heat Strikers shouts to his men behind them but they turned the corner and headed for Harms car. Harm opened his side of the car, let Mac in, and was going to get in when he felt the cold hard metal of a gun pressed up against his head.

"Harm reached for his gun when the person behind him said, "Don't even think about it." Harm frowned and raised his hands. The voice was strangely familiar and he turned around surprised at the face he saw.

Meanwhile, Mac had gotten out of the car and gasped when she saw who it was.

"You???!!!!" She said with a mixture of shock and horror.

Duh...duh...dunnnnn!!!!

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