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I woke up with a start, scaring my brother and making him scream. I quickly clapped one hand over his mouth and listened, wondering what had woken me up. From my watch, I knew it was about four. I glanced up at the window…and had to stifle a scream my self.
Con Riley's face was staring back at me.
"Con!" I whispered. Joe looked around and practically screamed the same thing. Because seeing Con meant one thing. Well, actually it meant a lot of things.
One, we get to get out of this hell-hole. Two, both Joe and I get to go to the hospital. Three, our captors get to go to jail. Four, we get to eat something. Did I mention I was starving? Joe was probably a lot hungrier then I was, because we couldn't force him to eat while he was sick.
Con put a finger to his lips, and both of us quieted down. By leaning against each other, and with a lot of pulling, we were able to stand up. We were so messed up.
"I need you to come over to the win-"
Bang!
The door at the top of the stairs opened. I took one glance at Joe, seeing in his eyes a look of wild panic and fear. We needed to get out of here!
Before we had even gone three steps, our captors were on top of us. My arms got pinned to my sides before I could even have a chance. Joe had tried to struggle, and I saw him almost through off one of the smaller guys, but one of the bigger guys grabbed him around the neck before pinning his arms to his sides. Joe started coughing again.
Con's face was actually pretty funny. First it was confusion, then disbelief, then fear, and now anger. He spoke directly to Mr. Leader. "We have this place surrounded by cops. They're breaking down the door as we speak."
His voice was so calm and cool, with more then a hint of ice in it, that I didn't know whether he was bluffing or not. Just for the record, though. Con's not the world's best liar.
One of the guy's looked uneasy for a second, but Leader guy just laughed. "yeah, right. You expect me to believe that load of-"
Another loud Bang! came from upstairs. In two seconds flat, what looked like the entire police squad was in the small basement, plus dad, plus a girl I didn't know. And a dog. Chief Collig was in front, holding a gun. Actually, most of the guys were holding guns, all pointed at us. Or rather, the guys holding us.
Leader dude took one look at the assembly and laughed again. He nodded once to his companions. The next thing I knew, a sharp blade was at my throat, pressing just hard enough to draw blood.
I really hoped that Joe wouldn't cough. He might take his head off.
Okay, I think two more chapters will do it. You guys really have to review though.