Chapter 20- Working Together
Sam looked at Liam as they waited for the assassin to enter.
"We need this plan to happen and the only way to do that is to work together," Sam whispered as he prayed that this idea would indeed get them out of here.
"Yeah, but we also have to remember to be quiet. I mean, what if they were bluffing and our parents are alive?" Liam replied with a hopeful look.
Sam was about to respond when the door banged open and AR strode in. When Liam saw Sam nod to get ready, he prepared himself. From his vantage point he could see Sam watching AR, then he saw Sam hit AR over the head with the old fire extinguisher they had found the night before. Liam tied AR to the chair that Sam had been tied to and then they quietly made their way to the platform on the other side of the station.
As they looked for the exit they felt hands cover their noses and mouths and then they heard a voice that sounded like steel grinding on steel, "You two are just like your fathers."
Liam looked at his captor before biting his hand and saying "And proud of it!" For this he received a very hard punch to the nose and Sam was sure he heard a crack. Sam reached out instinctively and caught Liam as he staggered backwards. Once again they were tied to the chairs securely and left with a guard outside the door. Sam looked up at Liam, "How's your nose? That took some guts!"
"Hurts like hell. Dad is always telling me that I'm too much like him for my own good."
Sam laughed "Your dad would be proud! You stood up for your birthright."
"So would your dad, Sam. We came up with a plan and we worked together. You were really brave, and you sure gave AR a good whack on his noggin!"
Sam smiled again "Do you really think that they are dead?" Sam's smile faded.
"I don't know. I hope not and I pray to God that they aren't. I somehow feel like if they were, we would just know it somehow, inside. You know? If they are gone, or when they do die, they will live on in us." Liam finished sincerely.
"Yeah, we will have to make sure that they do." Sam couldn't help the burning tears that welled up in his eyes.
Meanwhile, a very frustrated Frank and Joe sat in a conference room. Joe bounced his knee as he sat, nervous energy making his restless. Frank rolled a Styrofoam cup of cold, bad coffee between his hands. The were waiting for their father to come out of the chief's office and give an all clear to go ahead with the plan. They knew their father had a rapport with the chief and had a better chance of convincing him on his own, but it was still hard to stand to the side and do nothing but wait. When Joe thought he could not last a moment longer, he looked up to see his father emerge and shake his head sadly.
"So what's plan B?" Joe sighed. The more time they wasted trying to get police permission, the more his firstborn child and his nephew were in the hands of the assassins. He was done with playing by the rules.
"I haven't a clue, have you, Frank?" Fatigue clearly showed on Fenton's face as he looked up at his oldest child.
Frank knew Joe's patience wasn't going to hold out much longer, and frankly, he didn't feel that his own would either. "I think, it's time we went back to the hotel and thought this through carefully. We're obviously on our own here." Frank lowered his voice as he finished.