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Chapter 10

"We need to get out of here," Natalie said after John explained who had kidnapped them. She remembered what he had said at the cabin about these people, about how they killed for sport.

"I know," John replied. His eyes had adjusted to the dark room and he could make out vague shapes. He swung his legs around hoping to find something on the floor to cut through the ropes with. "See if you can find something near you with your feet." He told Natalie as he continued searching. "Something we can use to cut the ropes with."

Natalie was happy to have something to do. She didn't want to stay here, wherever here was, a moment longer than she had to. She stretched her legs out and reached with her feet, moving them across the floor. "OW" she hissed as her back hit something sharp on the beam they were tied to.

"What's the matter?" John asked.

"There is something digging into my back," Natalie explained. She moved her arms felt something scrap against them; it felt like a small nail or screw. "I think I found something!" She whispered to him, careful to be quiet in case their captors were listening.

"Can you cut through the ropes?" John whispered back hopefully. The sooner they got out of here the better. He didn't want to be here when Mickey came back to finish his interrogation.

Wincing as she tried to get her wrists in position she said, "I'm trying." She finally got into the right position and began to rub the rope on the nail. She pulled her wrists apart as she slowly began to cut through the bindings. Slowly they came apart. After 10 minutes she was free.

Taking her now freed hands she bent to untie her ankles. She struggled with them for a minute longer then they also were free. "I did it!" she said excitedly. She moved quickly to untie John next. "There!" his hands were now free as well.

John smiled a genuine smile for the first time in hours when Natalie got his hands free. She was amazing! Not only could she tend to bullet wounds she could rescue herself and him as well from angry mobsters! Some FBI agent he was! He thought ruefully. He was too elated at being free to really care who rescued who.

After John's legs were also untied Natalie took his arm in a gentle grip. "We need to pop it back in now." Natalie had actually done this before for Rex so she knew what she was doing. At his nod she tightened her grip and quickly put his shoulder back in its socket.

"SSSSSS" John hissed in pain. After a moment he gingerly moved his arm, wincing. It was sore but at least it was usable now.

Ok, we're free. Now what?" Natalie asked. She was really scared but she tried to hide it. John didn't need her to be a wimp right now.

"Now we lure one of them in here," John told her. He hoped there was only Fritz and Mickey. They usually worked together and alone.

"Ok," Natalie said, "How do we do that?" This was John's area of expertise not hers so if he had a plan she was all for it. Anything to get out of here and away from them!

John began to search the dark room for something to use as a weapon. He ran his hands along the wall and floor quietly. Finally after a bit his hand struck something rough. "Damn, I wish there was more light in here!" he muttered, trying to figure out what he had found. It was wood. He picked it up, noting its weight. "It would do as a club," he thought. "I found something!" he called to Natalie as he walked back over to her.

Natalie heard him and could have jumped for joy. She still couldn't believe this was happening. It seemed surreal to her, as if it was a dream she would wake up from. She couldn't quite process it all, everything was happening to fast. She moved to where John wanted her to stand and watched silently as he called in Mickey.

"Hey!" John shouted! "If you let the girl go I'll talk!" he yelled to Mickey through the door. He knew Mickey would think he had caved to save Natalie. He also knew Mickey would come alone because he didn't like to share the glory. Sure enough in came Mickey. He used the light from the open door and the fact that Mickey's eyes were unaccustomed to the darkness to surprise him.

"Yeah? I knew you would talk. Big bad FBI man just hast to- OOF!" He went down hard as John cracked him in the back of the head with the makeshift club.

Fritz had been sitting at a table a few feet away when he heard Mickey's distressed sound. He was up and tackling John before either John or Natalie knew what happened. John hadn't known the man could move so fast.

John went down and the makeshift club went flying, landing right at Natalie's feet. She grabbed it up and ran to where John was struggling with Fritz. Without thinking she hit fritz in the back of the head with all her might. He grunted and went limp immediately.

John rolled Fritz off him and struggled to his feet, breathing heavily. He immediately took Natalie in his arms, hugging her tightly. In that split second before Fritz tackled him he had feared that he would go for Natalie instead of him. His heart had frozen in fear.

After a minute they separated. John bent down and grabbed Mickey, dragging his limp body to the middle of the room. He used the rope to tie him up. Then he did the same with Fritz. "There!" he said, taking Natalie's hand he led her out of the room and shut the door. "That takes are of them." He bent down again as an after thought and took their money; he knew they would need it.

As they left the building that they had been in John realized that he had no clue where they were. He looked over and saw that Natalie was also at a loss. He was about to say something when he heard a car coming towards them. "Come on!" he said grabbing her hand. He pulled her with him as he dashed back into the house toward the back door. In the back were woods; he pulled her into the foliage with him just as he heard car doors slamming. They needed to get out of here and fast.

They waited at the edge of the trees until he heard the yelling that meant the newcomers had found Fritz and Mickey. He kept hold of Natalie's hand and broke into a run towards the car sitting in front of the house.

Natalie ran along side him and jumped in the passenger seat as John slid into the driver seat. Luck was with them as John grabbed the keys that had been left in the ignition and twisted. He threw the car in gear as the 2 men rushed out of the cabin, guns drawn.

There was the ping, ping of bullets hitting the car as John sped away at top speed. Natalie was terrified as she looked back at the men and saw their faces. She would remember them...

"Get Down!" John shouted at her and pushed her head down. He stomped the accelerator and they flew down the dirt drive.

After a moment she had gotten her wits back, turned and looked at John. "Where are we going? You know they will be looking for their car."

John knew that. His brain was already working on the possibilities. As they got to the main road he was able to determine where they were. As he raced down the highway a plan began to form. They needed to lay low for at least a day and they definitely needed to ditch the car!

"I have a friend that might be able to help us out." He said at last, deciding to call in a favor. Desperate times called for desperate measures...

To be continued...