Chapter 6: A Price To Pay
Greg was back in his lab sitting in his usual chair. But there was no loud music, no new cases, and no happiness.
He looked at Richard in half disgust and half amazement. Greg was scared for his life, scared for everyone. He hated Richard for abusing him, disgusted at the thought of someone torturing another.
Yet, he was still slightly intrigued by the fact that someone could come up with such and intricate plan, even to usefor harm.
" Human nature," Greg thought to himself, " at the moment of life and death at the hands of you captors, you're gonna feel this way."
Suddenly, James walked through the door. He walked over to Richard and muttered something to him. The only words Greg could make out were cops and phone. But by the look on Richard's face, Greg could tell he was not happy about it. Richard's eyes bugged out and he swore.
" What the hell do you mean the cops are on the phone? Did you tell them anything? I'm not going back to jail, you here me?" Richard yelled.
" So let's go to plan two," James told him.
Richard gave him a look of confusion, but then realized what it was.
" You," Richard said, pointing to Greg, " are going to help us."
" No way," Greg said, shaking his head.
" Well, you have no choice. You're gonna do it whether you like it or not." Richard told him.
Greg refused; he wouldn't help them hurt his friends, his family.
"I'm in no mood to play your games. You're gonna help!" Richard yelled, forcing his fist in to Greg's stomach. Greg doubled over in pain, his tears falling freely to the ground.
"Ah, c'mon, Greg. We're not going to go through this again, are we?" James mocked, " You're pathetic."
He grabbed the lab tech's arm and pulled him up. He whispered into his ear.
" You are the most pathetic person I have ever seen. Your friends think so too. Crying like a little baby. I congratulate you friends for putting up with you. They have half a mind to throw you out, like the trash."
" I don't believe you. I hate you!" Greg shouted at him.
" I don't care if you don't believe me. Nor do I care that you hate me," James told him.
" I hate you," Greg repeated, his voice growing smaller.
" Do you really hate me? Or do you hate the fact that my words are true, your friends do hate you," he questioned.
Greg made no reply but allowed himself to be taken over by the very fact of his friends hating him.
" Richard, get the device," James directed Richard.
Richard walked over to Greg's desk and opened it. He pulled out a small device, along with some duct tape and a knife. Greg flinched when he saw the knife and was scared that Richard would use it on him. James saw Greg flinch and laughed. Richard walked over to Greg and told him to hold still. Richard placed the device on Greg's arm and wrapped strips of duct tape over it, leaving a small window for the button. Richard took the knife and pushed it into the button, causing it to beep.
James took Greg's other arm and took him out of the room. Richards followed behind, holding to semi-automatic guns. They walked to the front door. James dropped Greg's arm and pulled out a key. He held the lock and put the key in. The chain fell to the ground with a thud. Richard gave James one of the guns and they led Greg outside.