Part Five
"So, are you sure this contraption is going to work?" Jeff Hardy said, looking over the small device sitting on the table.
"Of course, Hardy" came the exasperated voice of Chris Jericho. "Goodwin here knows his stuff," he continued, hands on his hips.
"His name's Godfrey, Jericho" piped up Spike Dudley, interceding on the technician's behalf. "Quit jerking around. This is serious," he said.
"Hey, half-pint," Jericho was immediately angered. He stepped towards Spike as he continued, "I am absolutely serious here. I'm just as worried about her as you all are." He turned to the technician. "Sorry, man."
"No problem," Godfrey simply stated, never looking up from his position, bent over the small black device, twisting a few small knobs on the receiver unit. "There," he said. "I believe that will do it." He straightened his back and turned to face the men in the hotel room with him.
"Now, just do what I showed you earlier when the call comes in. Make sure the plug to the receiver is plugged into the phone, and this wire here is connected to the box."
"Right here?" Jeff asked.
"Yes, exactly." Godfrey answered. "And don't forget, you'll need to keep the caller on the line at least two minutes in order for the trace to give you a complete geographical readout. If you keep him on the line long enough, this display here will show you his approximate location. It'll even display the address and phone number if he's calling from a traditional phone."
"No problem keeping him on the line." Jericho said. "The crazy freak always was windy".
"Kind of like Caller ID on hyper speed," Spike added, looking closer at the unit.
"I see now why you can't buy one of these babies at Radio Shack," Jeff commented casually.
"Exactly. These are used almost exclusively for um, governmental use, if you get my drift," Godfrey said.
"Oh, yeah. Thanks again man for coming here to help us," Jeff said, shaking the technician's hand.
"Again, no problem. I hope you find your friend. I better go now. I've got another appointment out of town."
"C'mon, Godfrey," Spike said. "I'll drive you to the airport."
"Hey, man. Thanks for hooking us up with Godfrey," Jeff said to Spike.
"My pleasure, my friend. Now you guys get your girl back, ok?"
"Absolutely," Jeff answered, walking Spike and Godfrey to the door.
"I better go too, or Vince will have my head," Chris said. "I'm supposed to be in Raleigh for Smackdown tonight."
"You got plenty of time. Thanks man for being here." Jeff and Chris started walking towards the door.
"Hey, she's my friend too. You'll get her back, Jeff. Spike's tech gave us the tool. The trap's laid. Now we've just got to sit back and wait."
"And that's the crappiest part."
"I know. Hang in there. And," Chris said, looking over into the corner of the room, "take care of him, too. He's not said three words since I've been here."
Jeff glanced over at his brother, who was sitting quietly in the corner of the room next to the tracking device. Matt had a glower on his face. "He's just worried. This is killing him too."
Chris nodded. "Later, Matt. Hang in there buddy."
Matt looked up, seeming to snap out of his haze. "Thanks, Jericho." He said simply.
In a remote area
The car seemed to slow down, then came to a stop. Finally, all the twists and turns had seemed to end, which was good, because her stomach wasn't exactly calm. Nerves or the curvy roads, she wasn't sure.
Pop went the remote lock, as it was opened from inside the car. Lita braced herself for the bright sunlight, as she had been in the darkness for several hours now. Unfortunately, she had no way of knowing for sure.
She wished she could wipe the sweat off her brow. Although she had a sufficient air supply, the cramped area had been stuffy and warm. Raven had been driving for what seemed like hours. She heard the driver door open and slam shut. The unmistakable footsteps that grew louder told her she was about to face him again. The trunk lid raised, and Lita instinctively shut her eyes. She opened them however, when no obtrusive light struck her. It was dusk out.
"Hello, sunshine. Did you have a nice ride?" Raven sneered at the redhead. Reaching in and grabbing her by the arm, he lifted her out of the trunk and onto her feet. She was still gagged and her hands were tied, but it felt good to stretch her legs. Raven reached down and untied her feet, allowing her more stability to stand as well as the ability to walk on her own.
"This way," he said. "Welcome to your new home sweet home. No one will ever think to look for us here." Raven laughed and pushed Lita through the trees and towards the tiny rundown cabin.
Oh how I hope you're wrong, she thought, trudging through the woods to her new prison. Matt, Jeff, please find me.
to be continued.......