The weeks after the night of the cook out went by with out a hitch. Shawn was happy because every patrol that Paul went on in town turned up nothing no sign of Marc or any one from the ministry. Everyone kept telling Shawn that the patrol was pointless, but Shawn didn't trust it enough to stop. Something told him that Marc was still alive and Shawn's gut instinct had always been right.
As for Gabby and Ally they were back to the way they were in the beginning. Gabby had called home to friends a couple of times to get them to check on their apartment. She often thought about going home but could never bring herself to talk to Adam about it. She didn't want to lose Adam and she knew that if she left Ally would be staying. Ally and Shawn were so in love, always touching and laughing, Gabby couldn't expect Ally to give that up, so for now she stayed.
"Hey boss is there anything you need before I go out on patrol," Paul asked as he passed Shawn on his way out the door. "No, not that I know of," Shawn replied before walking away. Paul shook his head, he hated having to go out on these patrols. "Oh Paul," Shawn began turning back to look at Paul, "thanks, I know you don't like doing this but I have a gut feeling about this. So please be careful and watch yourself out there," Shawn finished and then walked off in search of Ally.
Paul left the house and headed to town. He drove along Main Street before turning down an ally way in order to by pass some traffic. Once in the ally he noticed some guys beating on someone. He stopped his car and got out to see what was going on. Paul approached the situation and then out of the blue he hears, "Always the Good Samaritan Paul." "Bradshaw," Paul said as he turned around to come face to face with the man standing behind him. "You know I was wondering when one of you guys would raise your ugly heads," Paul spat out. "Don't you mean two guys," the other guy said coming up behind Paul. "Faarooq, I should have known Bradshaw would never leave his favorite butt buddy at home," Paul said with a smirk.
"Well awful happy to run that mouth now, well we'll have to see how cooperative you will be later," Faarooq said as he hit Paul in the back of the head with the butt of a gun. Paul collapsed to the ground and Bradshaw helped Faarooq lift him back into the back seat of his Hummer. Faarooq drove the Hummer while Bradshaw followed to an abandoned hotel on the edge of town
Paul awoke to find himself handcuffed with his arms over his head in a very dimly lit room. "Hello, what's going on, you better turn me loose," he yelled. No answer, the room was deadly quiet. Paul then remembered the confrontation in the ally with Bradshaw and Faarooq. Them assholes must have brought me here after they knocked me out he thought. Man why didn't he listen to Shawn, that man was right and he was just too stupid to heed his warning. Paul pulled against his restraints, but to no avail, he couldn't pull loose.
"Well, well, I see you woke up," Bradshaw said as he entered the room eyeing the man hanging there. "Fuck you," Paul said. "Well Paul I didn't know you cared," Bradshaw said as he approached Paul, and backhanded him. Paul's head jerked back from the impact and then Paul looked at Bradshaw licking his busted lip, "you hit like a bitch," Paul spat out at Bradshaw.
Faarooq entered the room pushing a cart in front of him that had a cloth covering it. Paul looked down at the cart and asked, "what the fuck is that." "Oh its just my play toys," Bradshaw said with a glint in his eyes. He lifted the cloth revealing several wicked looking blades and some type of machine. Faarooq lifted to long wires that had clips on them and approached Paul, he attached the clips to Paul's nipples and stepped away. Bradshaw activated a water sprinkler above his head letting water run down Paul's body. "So what is this some type of sexual turn on, sorry boys it ain't working," Paul said trying to shake the water out of his face. "No this is how I get answers, you get the question right nothing, however, you get it wrong and you will feel a heavy dose of electricity run through your body," Bradshaw said with a smirk. To make sure Paul understood Bradshaw flipped the switch and sent a surge of energy through Paul's body causing him to jerk and then cut the switch off. "I take it that you now understand," Bradshaw said to Paul.
"Now as for the first question, where's your base," Faarooq asked. "How about in wonderland fucker," Paul said. Bradshaw flipped the switch sending more energy flowing through Paul's body. "Wrong answer asshole, how about an easier one," Faarooq began, "where's the girl," he finished. Paul looked at him and then said, "Dorothy's in Oz fucker." Bradshaw once again flipped the switch sending energy coursing through his veins. If not for the bonds that held him Paul would have collapsed, he knew he could never tell them anything even if it meant dying.
Faarooq and Bradshaw bombarded Paul with questions that he refused to answer and each time he was electrocuted. Paul never broke, not an inch.
Bradshaw realized that this wasn't working so he disengaged the machine. He handed Faarooq one of the blades on the cart and turned back to Paul. "Well the first way wasn't working so maybe you'll talk after this," Bradshaw said looking at Paul. "What do you mean I haven't been talking," Paul paused to take a breath, "I've been talking what do you want me to tell you a story," he finished with a shaky voice. "Yeah about a little blonde bitch that isn't where she's suppose to be," Faarooq said coming to stand in front of Paul with the knife in hand.
Paul looked at the knife and then at Faarooq, "Yeah I know I'm not where I'm suppose to be," Paul said. Faarooq raised his hand and punched him square in the face.
"Ok new game, you give us the answers we want and you don't get new holes in your body," Bradshaw said standing back looking at Paul. "Wow I didn't know you were into piercings man," Paul said only to be punched in the gut by Faarooq.
"Lets try again first question, Where's your base," Bradshaw asked. "Somewhere over the rainbow," Paul replied. Bradshaw shook his head at Faarooq. Faarooq shoved the blade into Paul's leg and twisted it. "Wrong answer," Faarooq said right to Paul's face. Paul gritted his teeth against the pain and then spit in Faarooq's face.
"Ok, Paul look why you doing this give us the girl and we can stop the pain. Now question two where's the girl," Bradshaw said. "She's in Emerald City," Paul said with a grin. Bradshaw gave Faarooq his queue again and he shoved the blade into Paul's other leg. Paul groaned under the pain and swayed in his bonds.
"Paul look at you, you're a mess man, come on," Bradshaw said. "Come on where in Orange County is the base," Bradshaw asked. Through gritted teeth Paul says, "I told you fucker its over the rainbow." Faarooq slide the blade down Paul's face. Paul groaned but still didn't say anything to give away Ally or the base.
"I'm growing very tired here Paul, come one," Bradshaw said. "Just tell me where she is and we can go," Bradshaw asked again. "Man you sound like a broken record," Paul spit out. Faarooq raised the blade and sliced it down Paul's bound arm. "Ok I see this is getting no where how about you tell me where the other bitch is," Bradshaw asked. "I guess you left him at home," Paul said through harsh breaths. Faarooq raised the blade again to Paul's other arm and sliced down it.
"Jesus Paul you're a mess man. Come on just tell me and I can make this stop," Bradshaw said as he stepped forward taking the blade from Faarooq and turning back to the cart. He lifted a blade that was curved and handed it back to Faarooq.
"Tell me Paul is this all worth it, I mean damn man that has to hurt," Bradshaw said grabbing Paul's head by the hair. Paul just rolled his eyes, the pain was so intense, every nerve in his body screamed at him. But no matter what he would not betray them, at least if he died he would die protecting those that he cared about.
"Paul this is your last chance man, come on talk, I don't want to see you die," Bradshaw said looking at the man hanging in front of him.
"Ok where are they," Bradshaw asked. "Wonderland motherfucker," Paul managed to spit out. Faarooq brought the wicked looking blade up and shoved it into Paul's stomach only this time he didn't remove it. Paul sagged in his bonds, finding it hard to block out the pain. Faarooq began to slide the blade across his abdomen. "Come on and I can make it stop, tell me," Bradshaw said watching the man jerk and sway.
"The diamond, they're going there tomorrow night," Paul said blinded by the pain. Bradshaw called Faarooq off and cut Paul loose allowing the man to crumble to the floor.
Paul hated that he betrayed Shawn and hoped that one day he could forgive him. God he was so weak and cold, he just wanted to close his eyes and go to sleep. And that's what he did.
"So what do we do with him, he's dead," Faarooq said looking up at Bradshaw after checking for a pulse and not finding one. "Put him in his truck, we'll leave a gift for Shawn when we snatch the two bitches," Bradshaw said as he walked out of the room