Chapter 10

Amanda felt the bones in her arm start to fracture. She bit her lip and tried not to scream. Froderick smirked and twisted harder. Amanda couldn't take the pain and screamed out.

"I'm the one you want! Stop hurting her!" Stephanie pleaded. Froderick released Amanda and had Hans put her back into the bathroom. Henri pushed Stephanie down onto her knees.

"Now why did you make me do that?" Froderick asked rhetorically.

"What are you going to do to us?" She asked. Henri hit her.

"You don't talk unless we tell you to." Stephanie just stared at them. She hoped that her husband was nearby.

Sportacus was nearby and getting closer by the second. Rooms 2 and 6 had proved to be a bust. Now the above-average hero's crystal beeped louder and louder as he and Robbie approached Room 10.

"Wait a minute! We don't have a plan! What are we going to do?" Robbie asked.

"I haven't figured that out yet. But we have to get to the girls before something bad happens." Sportacus said.

"It won't do us any good if we're dead." Robbie pointed out. Sportacus stopped. Robbie was right. Then he saw a way out.

Amanda sat down on the toilet. Her right arm was throbbing and she was in a lot of pain. Using her left hand she undid her belt and pulled it out of the belt loops on her pants. Then she put the tine through the first hole. Putting the belt around her neck, Amanda gently put her right arm through it. The crude sling would help for now. Her thoughts then turned on how to get to Stephanie.

Froderick pulled Stephanie to her feet. He stared into her eyes and saw the fear beginning to rise.

"You are going to be a part of the best day in history. Because of you, Sportacus will die." The villain said. Then to Hans he said,

"Take care of the other one. She's not worth anything now."

"No! You can't!" Stephanie said. Froderick pistol-whipped her.

"Shut up!" He hissed. Suddenly, Henri motioned for silence. There was a knock on the door.

"You really think this is going to work?" Robbie whispered to Sportacus.

"It's the best I could come up with on such short notice." The hero answered as he threw the white tablecloth over the cart. Crouching on the lower shelf he hoped they weren't too late. Robbie knocked on the door again and called, "Room service."

Froderick threw Stephanie to the floor in between the two beds. Hans removed the chair in front of the bathroom door. Henri peeked through the peephole. Shrugging his shoulders, he opened the door slowly.

"We didn't order any room service." He said.

"This is Room 10 isn't it?" Robbie asked pretending to be an innocent hotel employee.

"Yes, but we didn't order any room service." Hans responded moving next to Henri.

"Oh well, then I guess this wonderful plate of Sportacus is just going to go to waste." Robbie said indifferently. Both men stared at him. Quickly Robbie took the silver platter and beaned Henri on the head. The small man fell to the ground in a heap. Hans was not expecting this and lunged for Robbie. Sportacus however grabbed his legs from out from under him. The muscular man fell to the floor, hitting his head hard. Sportacus rolled off of the bottom shelf of the cart. Robbie stepped over the unconscious men and joined the hero.

"Don't move!" Froderick shouted. "If you value her life you'll stop where you are!" He had pulled Stephanie to her feet and pointed his Glock 9 mm at her temple.

To Be Continued…