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A/N:- Okay, here's another chapter for you guys. Thanks for the lovely reviews.
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His first instinct was to grab his cell phone and call Jack but then he thought about what the kidnapper had said. He didn't know who these guys were, they could have means of tracing the call – I mean they had already managed to find out where he lived and had kidnapped an experienced F.B.I agent. He rubbed his head and took some deep breaths, trying desperately to think clearly. If he turned up on that step to negotiate with these people, they won. Besides what if it was a trap, like Sam had shouted, and they planned to lure him there and take him hostage too?
He looked at his watch. He had an hour. 'Right, think clearly.' he told himself. He itched to phone Jack and ask for advice. He never had to handle a case alone before but he knew phoning was a big risk. This man could have spies watching Jack, Danny and Vivian's movements.
Martin sat down and held his head in his hands. He needed to think, come up with a plan. He thought about the address. 44 Hudson Street. He needed to find out what sort of building it was. He got up and sat down at his PC, focussed. Martin typed in the address. It was a three-storey house. He zoomed in on the photo. Deserted. Half of the windows were boarded up – the wood used looked new – it was done recently, and obviously the builders had left before they had time to finish boarding up the rest. There was an alley to the side and a couple dozen trees out the back. The rest of the street was your normal suburban New York town. They must be holding her at this place. If they were just a small gang there was not many places they would be able to hide her, and this would be ideal. He printed off a map of the location and considered his options.
He could hide and shoot the man who opened up the door. No, that would never work. The gunshot would be heard by his accomplices and if they found him dead, they would kill their hostage for sure. That left the other option. It was risky and had a lot that could go wrong but it was the only choice.
Martin tore off his shirt and headed into his bedroom. He changed into a black sweater, black trousers and soft soled shoes. Then he grabbed his deployment belt, unlocked a drawer in his desk and took out two guns, a sharp knife and a torch which he clipped onto his belt. He took out his bag full of his climbing gear and slung it over his back, checking that he had everything, Martin headed towards the door, but then doubled back. He took the tape out of the recorder, put it back in its box and left it on the table. If things went wrong he wanted to make it easy for Jack to trace him.
Martin avoided the elevators and took the six flights of stairs down, exiting out of a fire exit at the back of the building. He was playing everything safe from now on. Thankfully there was a cab just passing and he hailed it.
"Drop me off at the corner of Hudson Street. Quickly." Martin said, getting in.
The driver, instead of pulling off, turned round and faced Martin, his eyes running over his big bag and the guns on his belt. "If you think I'm taking you anywhere mate, you've got another thing coming. Get out of this cab before I call the cops." he demanded.
Martin pulled out his I.D and showed him. "I'm with the F.B.I. Get moving."
The driver nodded. "Sorry Sir." and sped off double-quick.
Martin leant back in his seat and closed his eyes. He had never had so much at stake before. He was beyond scared. He kept replaying the video in his mind. Samantha. She had looked so scared. They had all dealt with this kind of thing before but never from a victim's perspective. If they even thought about laying a finger on her …………
"We're here, Sir." the cab driver said, pulling up. Martin shoved some cash in his direction and got out. He walked down the deserted alley. Everything was scarily quiet. He ran through the plan in his mind. It was now or never.
Martin scaled the fence and dropped down on the leaves on the other side. He took out his climbing gear and hid the bag in the bush. He examined the building. There were only three windows on this side, one on each floor. The bottom two were boarded up and completely dark but the top one was uncovered and he could make out a faint light. He worked out the odds. They keep her at the top of the building, to gain time for themselves if something should happen, they choose the one room with an unbarred window because it's next to the alley so no one could look in anyway and they would be able to see if any helicopters were hovering overhead …….
He swung his rope up and it caught on the roof tiles. He tried his weight. It had to hold, he didn't have time to set up a safety line. He hooked the carabiner onto his belt and leant back. This was the real test of his F.B.I training. Martin climbed up and up the wall, fading into the shadows – if anyone saw him from the road or alley, his game would be up. On levelling with the top window, he tightened the rope and waited there for a moment, hanging, regaining his nerve. He could feel the cold sweat dripping down his face. He edged across and put one hand on the window ledge. A pane was broken and he could hear some faint muttering. He moved closer and holding his breath he peered through the murky window.
It was a large room only lit by a dim lamp hanging on the other side of the room. There were two men in the middle of the room, one masked and one unmasked. The unmasked man was tall and lanky with sandy hair. His movements were nervous and jerky. He looked out of place, out of his death. They moved away, giving Martin a clear view to what they were standing over. Sam. She was tied to a chair, rope around her legs and arms with duck tape plastered over her mouth.
"Alright sweetheart?" the masked one said, leering at Samantha. "Bit too pretty to be working for the F.B.I don't you reckon Henry?"
Henry had been staring into space, twitching anxiously. "What, oh, yeah." he said absently.
"Well, I'm sure Charlie boy won't mind if I start." the masked man grinned, kneeling on the ground next to Samantha. She glared at him. He just laughed and started running his hands through her hair. "Too pretty for your own good." he muttered before reaching forward and running his tongue down her neck. Samantha squirmed and tried to scream but the ropes and tape were too tight.
Henry watched the scene and a sloppy grin came on his face. "Nice one Rob." he said.
Just then the door opened and a tall, well-built man came in, a balaclava hiding his face. "What's going on in here?" he said gruffly.
"Just having some fun." Henry answered, jerking his head towards Rob and Samantha.
Charles looked at Rob and Samantha for a moment then nodded. "Do what you like with her but don't remove the tape or the ropes. I'm not taking any risks with this bitch." he said, waving his gun at Rob. He pulled off his balaclava revealing a deceivingly handsome young man. He looked like a typical office-worker or actor and would have blended in with any crowd. "I'm going outside to wait for lover-boy now." he said to his comrades. Samantha tried to move in her chair. Charles saw this and grinned. "Oh, I wouldn't worry about him." Charles said to Sam, cupping her face in his hand. "I'm sure he'll do the noble thing and won't try and do something stupid. He'll turn up on time and than, well, we'll have double the hostages." he chuckled standing up. Rob and Henry joined in with the laughter as Charles left the room.
Martin watched all of this and he felt the urge to climb in there and get out his gun and start shooting. He felt sick to the stomach at the thought of what they were even thinking of doing to Samantha. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and edged along the wall, peering round the corner to get a view of the front door. True enough, Charles was waiting there, looking normal, puffing on a cigarette and checking his watch. Martin moved back to the window.
"I'm just going for a piss." Rob announced. "Look after her. No funny business." he said, leaving the room.
Martin got out one of his guns, he had hardly anytime to do this, and his hand shook with nervousness. He had to get this right.
Henry was leaning over Sam, trailing his tongue around her collarbone and slowly moving his hand up her leg. Martin aimed the gun at him through the broken pane of glass, his other hand holding onto the rope. He double checked his aim, took a deep breath and then pulled the trigger.
The tranquilliser dart went whistling through the air and hit Henry in the back of the thigh. He fell backwards, knocked out. Martin then moved rapidly and leant over to heave at the window. For a horrible moment he thought it wouldn't budge but he somehow found the strength from somewhere and it edged upwards. Unfastening himself from the rope, he climbed into the room and ran over to Sam. Her eyes went wide at the sight of him. He got out his army knife and hacked the ropes off of her and pulled the duck tape from her mouth.
"Martin …." she gasped. Martin quickly pushed his hand against her mouth and spoke quickly and quietly.
"We haven't got much time." he said, dragging her over to the window. "You go first. Climb down the rope. Quickly." he said helping her through the window. Sam nodded, got a grip on the rope and started climbing down.
Martin stepped back a bit, heard something move behind him but he didn't turn fast enough. Something hit him over the head and everything went black.
"So he did try something stupid." muttered Charles, dropping the baseball bat.
"What about the girl?" asked Rob. "Do we pull her back …?"
"Cut the rope." Charles said simply, handing him Martin's knife.
Rob grinned and leant out the window. "Goodbye sunshine." he said viciously, running the knife over the rope.
Samantha felt herself falling.
A/N:- Dum dum dum. Find out what happens in the next chapter……….
