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Chapter 11
Rome (remember him?) growled at Chris as he went through the living room. Jimmy had just let Rome out of the kitchen. Normally he was a calm dog, but as soon as Chris walked through the door, he went a bit spastic. Rome left Chris in the care of Jimmy and Yves, trotting to the attic to see Renee. Upon entering the attic, he squeezed himself between Renee and Langly. Whining he dropped something in Renee's lap, then laid in Langly's lap (well half laid, he was big dog).
"What's this?" Renee said picking it up. It was a, now a little slobbery, folded piece of paper. It appeared to be a printed out email. "Richard, look at this." Renee handed him the email.
"What the hell..." murmured Langly reading over it. The email was a data sheet with statistics on all the Gunmen, and their paper. "What does this mean?"
"It means that whoever is downstairs is using me to get to you." Rome's ears perked up and he gave a sharp bark as thunder sounded from far off. Renee reached over to pet him. Rome then spread himself out so he was stretched across both Renee and Langly. Renee was currently going through the call history on Chris's cell phone. There was only one number that he didn't delete. She gave it to Langly who quickly ran a check on it with Renee's laptop, not noticing how low the battery was. They couldn't check Chris's computer until the power was back and they could charge the battery. Before Renee's laptop died, he saw the name that went with the number on Chris's phone.
"Timmy Landau!"
"Who?" asked Renee.
"A traitor," muttered Langly.
"That doesn't tell me much, Rich."
"For years he had been keeping tabs on us. In '98 he revealed himself and tried to kill us and Susanne. He eventually went to jail. All that after pretending to be one of us." Langly was angry now, but it was hard to keep a straight face when Rome jumped up and knocked Renee over, wanting to play.
"Ow. No more canned foot for you." Rome whined in reply. Renee looked at Langly. "So did he escape from jail or did they let him go?"
"I don't know, but the guy downstairs might." Langly and Renee went back downstairs, Rome merrily following.
Chris cursed to himself as he waited for Jimmy or Yves to leave the room. It was way to soon to have his cover blown! His employer was going to kill him – literally. 'How the hell am I going to get out of this one?' he thought miserably to himself. 'I can easily take out that Langly wimp, no problem. Jimmy, I can easily outsmart him.' Yves and Renee were a different story. Both were strong. Both were intelligent. The only way to get past these two would be to hold them at gunpoint. And he'd have to take Renee with him in order to avoid his boss's wrath. Whatever he did, it'd have to be subtle.
Most people would not qualify knocking out Richard Langly, locking Jimmy bond and Yves harlow in the basement and shooting Renee Knight in the thigh as subtle. However, for our lying kidnapper this worked. Rome bit Chris in the ankle, trying to get him to leave, only to get knocked on the head with a gun and kicked away. Renee fought him the entire way to the car, but her injured leg helped him out greatly. After a small struggle he managed to handcuff her to the glove box handle. "Do you have any idea how dangerous is it to be driving in this?" Demanded Renee. Both of them were now completely soaked from the rain. Chris ignored her as he slung his dufflebag into the backseat of his jeep. Rome had recovered and was running toward the car as Chris got in. He howled miserably as Chris drove off, leaving him in a puddle of water.
30 minutes later they were in the interstate. Chris noticed Renee getting weary from blood loss and pulled over. He got his medical kit from under the passenger seat and walked over to her side. He started to pull down her jeans in order to get to the wound, causing Renee to promptly kick him in the groin. "Damn it, Renee," he growled. "Do you want to die of blood loss?" She murmured something incoherent just before she passed out. Chris finished bandaging her leg. He'd have to stop by a hospital. He bandaged his ankle from where the damn dog had mangled it, and then uncuffed Renee, figuring that she was to weak to jump out of the car. Noticing that she was shivering from being wet, he opened his duffle bag and covered her up with his jacket.
When Renee awoke she was in a hospital room. "Chris" was on his cellphone. "Yes, I have her. We should be there sometime tomorrow."
Renee tested her leg, seeing how badly it hurt to walk. She gritted her teeth and beared it. She didn't think that she would be able to make a get away unless she got to a car within the ten feet. Her only real hope now was that Langly would figure out she smuggled a tracking device into "Chris's" jeep. A nurse walked in just then. "Oh, hon, you shouldn't be trying to walk. You must be frazzled after the attack on you and your husband."
"Hus...band...?"
Chris hung up his phone. He smiled, picked up Renee and sat her down on the bed. "She's still a bit out of sorts," he said to the nurse. The nurse smiled sympathetically and nodded. She left shortly after.
Renee removed Chris's arm from her waist, glaring. "What's your real name?"
"Ironically, it's Chris. However, I'm not 18, I'm about 30."
"And who are you taking me to?"
"My boss."
"Timothy Landau?"
"You've done your homework. I'm impressed."
"And after I see him? Then what? Kill me?"
"I believe the eventual plan is to have you fall for me and rub it in Langly's face." Chris had taken out his contacts revealing soft black eyes. His hair was a wavy black and now that he wasn't in disguise Renee could see he had a tan face with a few wrinkles. She snorted. "Tim decided to deal with you first because he figured you'd be the most difficult."
When Langly came too, Rome was licking his face and Jimmy had just broken down the basement door.
"He's taken her, Langly," Yves said looking at the still open door. Rome howled urgently.
Langly positively growled. "It's Timmy. Give me the phone I have to call the guys."
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