"Chloe was woken from her uneasy sleep by the sound of the door opening. "Beca?"
"No sweetheart."
Chloe's heart leapt into her throat as she recognised the voice.
"Did you miss me?"
She scooted away, terrified, her blood flowing like ice in her veins.
"I missed you."
He squatted in front of her, reaching out and stroking the side of her face with his hand. Chloe's heart was pounding so hard that she could hear it, but she was frozen in place.
"It's been so long."
"Please… don't…" Her pleas fell on deaf ears as he slid his hand up her thigh, "I don't want this… I never did… please…"
"Shhh. Of course you do. It's only natural. You know I have to do this. It's for your own good."
"Stop… please…"
It was then that Chloe woke up, sweat pouring down her forehead, barely able to breathe. It had felt so real, so intense, she could have sworn she was back there. She wanted Beca to wrap her arms around her, to smell her shampoo as she buried her face in her hair. 'Beca… please come back to me… I need you…'
Beca sighed, holding back tears. She refused to let Fergus Hobart of all people break her. But it was so hard to keep herself together. All she could think about was Chloe. She wanted nothing more than to kick the door down, run to Chloe, hold her in her arms, and say those four words she'd needed to say since the day they'd met.
"I love you Chloe."
God, why had she hesitated? Why was it so damn hard? She'd had hundreds of opportunities to tell her. The night they won the ICCA championships for the first time, but instead of kissing Chloe like she wanted to, she kissed Jesse, because she thought it was the right thing to do. The third time Chloe failed, and she'd cried all night, Beca stroking her hair, reassuring her that the fourth time was the charm. The night at the retreat when neither of them could sleep and they'd clambered over the other Bellas and sat by the campfire, Beca captivated by the way the firelight highlighted the subtle freckles on Chloe's face. There were so many nights, so many days that she could have told the beautiful flame-haired woman how she felt every time she looked into those blue, ocean like eyes.
And now, she might never see her again. She'd blown it. She'd squandered the one chance she'd had at happiness because… what? She was a coward? Despite her best efforts, tears began to pour down her face, all the emotion she'd bottled up for Chloe flooding out in a tidal wave. She'd let her down, and now Chloe was all alone, terrified and vulnerable. She missed her so much that it hurt, every part of her aching (although not helped by the throbbing pain of her broken ribs).
"Alright God. I'm not a big believer, and I know I don't do this, but I'm begging you if you do exist, please keep her safe. Even if it means sacrificing myself, just make sure she gets out of this alive."
The remaining Bellas sat in solemn silence, waiting for an update from the doctor on how Aubrey was doing. They'd arrived ten minutes after the ambulance to find Ashley pacing back and forth in the foyer, Aubrey had been taken into the ER but they hadn't let her in with her, and all she knew was that they were treating her. Chicago had shown up not long after, and they had all done their best to explain what the hell was going on. He was now making calls and using the intel from the phone to try and track down their friends. So now, all they could do was sit and wait, helpless to help anyone. Emily sniffed, too exhausted to cry anymore, but too distressed to do anything else. Her head was resting on Flo's shoulder, who was stroking her hair with one hand, her other hand tightly grasping Cynthia-Rose's. Cynthia had her other arm around Lilly's shoulders, Lilly gently patting Jessica's head in her lap, her hands gently massaging Ashley's temple who was sat on the floor, knees pulled to her chest. It felt like hours before the doctor came in.
"Êtes-vous ici pour Aubrey Posen?" Ashley nodded, as they all looked hopefully towards the doctor, "I speak English if that's easier?"
"Yes please…" Ashley sighed, currently fighting off a stress migraine.
"Okay. She's going to be absolutely fine. There was no major arterial damage, the blood loss was fairly minimal thanks to your quick thinking." The doctor nodded at Jessica who beamed, glad that she'd been able to help her friend, "She came round as she came into the ER, we gave her some pain relief and stitched her up. She'll be on crutches for a few weeks, and she might need some physio, but otherwise she'll be just fine."
"Can we see her?" Emily was already on her feet, eager to see her friend.
"Of course. Right this way." The Bellas all but ran through the corridors, wide grins on their faces as they entered the room to find Aubrey sitting on the edge of the hospital bed.
"BREE!" The group mobbed her, pulling her in into a tight hug. The blonde laughed in spite of everything, hugging as many of them as possible at the same time.
"Guys I love you, but you're kinda suffocating me…" The Bellas quickly released her from their hug, tears flowing aplenty, "Alright, where are we on the Beca/Chloe/Amy situation?"
"Bellas."
Chicago's commanding voice quickly caught the attention of the group, seemingly answering Aubrey's question.
"Please tell us it's good news." Emily, like the other Bellas, was exhausted and her voice showed it.
"It is. We've managed to track his cell phone, and we've placed him about half an hour away from the Cayman Islands. We're about to send a team out to rescue Chloe, Amy and Beca, but we just need to wait on the approval of the British embassy, it is their territory after all."
"We're coming with you." Aubrey's tone was insistent.
"That's not a good idea-"
"Look soldier boy. Beca, Chloe, Amy, they're not just our friends. They're our family. They're in danger, they need us. You saw the state that we were in after just an hour with that psycho, imagine the state they're going to be in after six! I don't care if it's against some protocol or whatever, we're coming. It's what family does."
The Bellas murmured in agreement, eyes fixed on Chicago. The soldier sighed.
"Aubrey you were shot, you can't walk unaided, and none of you have any experience-" He was cut off before he could finish his sentence.
"Irrelevant. They need us." Aubrey got to her feet unsteadily, Emily passing her the crutches next to her bed. She approached the soldier, staring him down, "If you don't take us, we'll just get there another way, and if anything happens to us it'll be on you."
"I'll see what I can do. But I can't promise anything." Chicago could tell that no other answer would satisfy them.
He walked off, phone in his hand as he negotiated for the Bellas to join the team heading for the Cayman Islands. Aubrey, smoothed out her jumper, looking around the assembled group of singers, smiling softly, "We're going to bring them home." She smiled, "They're going to be okay."
"Aubrey…" Jessica started, concern running through every line of her, "You don't know that. You said it yourself-"
"I know." The older Bella snapped, "I know… but if I don't hold onto the idea that they're going to be okay I won't be able to get through this."
Jessica gave her a soft understanding smile, standing up to join the Bella captain.
"Well then, in that case… count me in."
"And me." Ashley got to her feet, intertwining her fingers with Jessica's.
"Try and stop me." Cynthia- Rose grinned, joining them.
Emily simply nodded, and followed by Lily and Flo, joined the other Bellas for another group hug. Chicago re-entered the room at this point, touched by the scene in front of him. He'd known from the minute he met the Bellas that they were more than just a group of singers. There was a connection between them that was rooted deeper than anyone could begin to fathom. God help Fergus Hobart if he'd harmed his captives. These girls would rip him to shreds.
"Alright. You can come."
Aubrey smiled triumphantly, acknowledging the soldier's efforts with a small nod.
"There is one condition though. When we get there, you ladies are to wait at the base until we've rescued them. You are not, under any circumstances, to come on the rescue mission."
"But-" Aubrey started.
"No Aubrey. It's too dangerous. I'm already putting my ass on the line for you here. This is the best you're gonna get."
"… Okay." She nodded, "If that's what it takes, that's what it takes. Thank you."
"No problem. Now let's go. We just got the go ahead from the British embassy. We need to leave now if we have any hope of rescuing them before Hobart no longer has a purpose for them."
The Bellas quickly and purposefully followed the soldier to the awaiting transport vehicle, Aubrey reluctantly in a wheelchair per the hospital's conditions for early discharge. They rode to the airstrip in silence, apprehensive of what awaited them in the Cayman Islands. They knew, whatever happened, their lives would never be the same.
Chloe jolted awake, sweat pouring down her face. She panted hard, looking around the room for Beca. She needed her. And then, she suddenly remembered. Remembered them dragging the brunette kicking and screaming out of the hold. Remembered the stench of Hobart's beer breath in her face.
"Beca…"
She was never going to see her again. She'd blown it. God, she was such an idiot. She'd left it too long. She'd never loved anyone like she loved Beca. The way her eyes sparkled when she laughed. The little frown that formed when she was focusing on a set. The passion that radiated from her when she performed on stage. The way she star-fished out on their shared sofa bed when she was asleep. The smell of her hair that always seemed to end up in her face when Chloe awoke.
A sad soft smile graced her lips as she sighed. Thinking about Beca soothed her slightly, until she realised that she'd lost her. She'd lost the woman who made her feel safe. Made her feel warm. Made her feel like a person. For the first time in her life, she'd finally found someone she could be herself around, who made her feel like it was okay for her to be… Chloe. Crying softly, Chloe pulled her legs closer to her chest and rested her head on the wall of the boat.
"Please come back Beca. I need you."
Beca looked up as the door opened, weary from her ordeal, hoping that by some miracle Chloe would be at the door. Instead, two men entered followed by Hobart, a wicked grin plastered on his face.
"Hello sunshine. We're almost there. How're you holding up?"
Beca sneered at him, "Screw you."
"Tempting offer sweetheart…" Hobart knelt in front of the brunette, his eyes running up and down her small figure, "But I'd much rather have your ginger friend."
Beca jolted forwards, fury in her eyes again. Hobart simply laughed, gesturing at his goonies. They grabbed the young woman's arms and dragged her to her feet.
"How do you feel about coming quietly, not causing a fuss… we can pretend you're my girlfriend! Though we may have to kiss a little, just to make it believable…"
"Piss off." Beca spat. She didn't care anymore, about his threats, his sleaziness, none of it. She just wanted Chloe.
Hobart tilted his head, a smirk on his face. He turned his back, stroking his chin, before turning quickly, striking the young woman hard across the face with the back of his hand. Beca gasped as her rang, heat radiating across her cheek, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. One of the men pulled out a syringe, sticking it in the side of her neck, injecting the sedative into Beca's bloodstream.
'Shit…' She felt her legs buckle again, her limbs heavy. He was winning, and she hated it. All she wanted to do was to get back to Chloe. Feeling her grip on consciousness loosen, her last few moments were spent praying that Chloe had been spared from this.
"She was easier than her friend." Hobart mused to his sidekick.
The men had simply walked in, made small talk, and then easily subdued the redhead who hadn't said a word the whole time. Hobart smiled cruelly at the form of the unconscious red-head. Knocking the two of them unconscious was the easiest way to move them off the boat, and it would certainly be easier to gag and blindfold them like this.
The henchman knelt down, pulling the roll of duct tape from his pocket, quickly tearing off a strip and taping it across Chloe's mouth. From there he threw a hood over her head and threw her over his shoulder. Fergus grinned malevolently as his henchman rejoined him.
"Stick her in the car."
Hobart watched triumphantly, satisfied that his plan was coming together nicely. Separating the two was a stroke of genius, and provided him with a good few hours of entertainment as both women had spiralled into a black pit of despair. Soon he'd have all the money he needed to disappear. There was of course the excess baggage that he'd have to dispose of, but that was hardly an issue.
In fact, he was quite looking forward to it.
"Alright, you ladies wait here. We're going to go in and rescue Beca, Chloe and Amy." Chicago left the Bellas in an airport hanger as he marched off on his soldier business. Emily helped Aubrey sit down on a handily placed chair, the blonde abandoning her wheelchair at the earliest possible point, choosing instead to rely on her crutches. The other Bellas sat on other surfaces around her, none of them knowing what words to say in that moment. Jessica quietly slipped away, approaching one of the soldiers that had remained at the base.
"Excuse me, can I borrow your phone? I need to call someone back home."
"Sure." The soldier handed Jessica her phone, the blonde thanking her and quickly putting the number into Facetime. The dialling tone sounded a few times, and then she answered.
"Jess! Hey girl!"
"Stacey…" Jessica gave her friend a watery smile, relieved that she'd picked up.
"Where have you guys been? I've tried calling you a million times, Bella did the cutest thing, she- Jess what is it?" Stacey's face was full of concern as Jessica burst into tears.
"Oh Stace… I don't know how it happened, one minute we were outside a cafe in the sun, the next we're tied up on the deck of a boat and there's men with guns and Chloe and Beca are missing and then Amy turns up because her dad has gone INSANE and kidnapped a bunch of women to extort money out of her and he shot Bree and now we're in the Cayman Islands on an army base and god knows where Beca and Chloe are and I just don't know what to do…"
"Wait, what happened to Bree?! Is she okay?!" Stacey could be seen sitting up sharply, eyes bright with fear.
"She's okay, I promise. It was a through-and-through bullet just above her left knee, all superficial. She'll be on crutches for a couple of weeks, but it'll be fine." Jessica sniffed, "Sorry, you just had a baby, I shouldn't be bothering you with this…"
"Don't be ridiculous, this is my family you're talking about. It's okay. So, where are you now?" Stacey smiled, relaxing slightly now that she knew her wife was okay.
"Cayman Islands."
"And Beca and Chloe are missing?"
"Yeah. Amy's dad still has them, we don't know where they are, or if they're okay…"
"Hey, this is Beca and Chloe, they'll be okay."
"I guess…" Jessica wiped her eyes with her sleeve, "You want me to take you to Aubrey?"
"Thank you…" Stacey grinned, "I just need to see she's okay for myself."
Jessica simply grinned, heading back to the group, "Hey Bree, I've got someone for you."
Aubrey looked up from the floor, a look of confusion on her face that quickly turned to one of love and comfort, "Stacey?"
"You got shot?!"
"I'm okay…"
"You were SHOT."
"Stace.."
"What would I have told Bella huh?! That her mom was trying to be a hero and got herself shot by a crazy Australian guy?"
"I wasn't being a hero…"
"Oh so you were being a dick? Decided to piss off the crazy Australian man?"
"I-I-" Stacey raised an eyebrow, almost daring her to argue with her, "You're right… I'm sorry. I just- I didn't-"
"I know baby. Are you really okay?" Stacey's gentle teasing and berating turned to concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I promise. Sore." There was a quiet pause as the two just smiled at each other, Aubrey relieved to see her wife's beautiful face after all of this, "How's my girl?"
"Beautiful. Like her mother."
"I can't wait to meet her properly…"
"Well then maybe don't piss off anymore mob bosses?" A mischievous twinkle glittered in Stacey's eyes as Aubrey rolled her eyes.
"Fine… I love you beautiful."
"I love you too… bring our girls home in one piece yeah?"
"I'm trying to…" Aubrey gave her a soft smile, "I gotta go..."
"I know. Stay safe."
"I promise. Can't really get into much trouble anyway, not on crutches…"
Stacey simply laughed, blowing her a kiss before she ended the call. Aubrey smiled, handing the phone back to Jessica, looking around at the bemused look on her friends faces. "What?"
"Nothing… it's just nice to see soft Bree…" Cynthia-Rose smirked.
"Oh shut up." She rolled her eyes, playfully shoving her friend's shoulder. The tension was briefly broken, the Bellas enjoying a normal moment in the chaos. The moment passed all too quickly however, as their thoughts quickly returned to their missing friends.
"God, I hope Chicago gets back with them soon…" Emily mumbled.
Beca stirred, head swimming as she slowly regained consciousness. 'Great, this again…' She knew immediately that she was no longer in the dark room on the boat, and not just because she wasn't bobbing anymore. It was more bump than bob. Was Chloe here? Beca went to open her mouth to call her name and found she couldn't. She frowned as she realised the black in front of her eyes had an unusual texture to it. 'Black bag over the head… that's original.' What the fuck was happening? Beca struggled against her restraints, grunting with the effort. Although she couldn't see a thing, the brunette quickly realised she was in a small tight space, probably the trunk of a car given the bumping.
'Shit… where's Chloe?' Beca knew the red-head struggled in small spaces, especially when she was on her own. The panic attack on the It's A Small World ride when they went on a Bella's trip to Disneyworld was enough to give her that information. She had to get to her. If she was even here that was. God, what if she wasn't? Where would she be if she wasn't? What would he have done with her? The brunette swallowed hard. Was this it? Was this how Beca 'effin' Mitchell was going to go out? She stopped struggling, it seemed futile. She might as well save her energy.
The car suddenly came to an abrupt stop, Beca's head hitting something hard. She moaned softly, feeling blood trickle down her forehead, 'What now?'
Beca heard a click, frowning as the darkness in front of her eyes seemed to lighten a little in patches. She turned her head trying to figure out what the hell was going on, grunting as a pair of hands roughly grabbed her arms, pulling her upright. She felt the restraints around her ankles give, and she was dragged to her feet. She was led blindly by the tight grip on her arm, stumbling due to the lack of visibility and the fact that she'd been tied up for hours. She tripped and skinned her knee, swearing loudly as she was dragged to her feet again. She heard the sound of the door opening, and a rough pair of hands forced her onto a chair, ensuring that her arms were over the back, preventing her from standing up. It was only then that the bag was pulled off her head, the harsh light briefly blinding the brunette as she closed her eyes, wincing.
"Welcome to the Cayman Islands sunshine!" Beca could feel the anger building up inside again as the painfully familiar Australian accent filled the dingy motel room. She glared against the harsh sunlight in her eyes in the direction of the voice.
"It's nearly over." Hobart smiled cruelly, stood in the centre of the room.
Beca's eyes adjusted to the light and she scanned her surroundings. There was mould in the corners of the window, and the carpet was threadbare. Two heavily armed henchmen stood at the exit, and given how small the room was it meant that Beca could see little else. Was there even room for Chloe in here too? God, where was she?
"Patricia's headed to the bank to collect the money, and when she comes back this whole thing will be done."
The brunette scowled, her thoughts on the missing red head. Where the hell was Chloe? Was she-?
"In the meantime…" Fergus stepped back, and Beca let out a small gasp as her eyes met those beautiful, ocean-like, soulful eyes she had fallen in love with all those years ago, "I figured you two could keep each other company again."
Chloe's eyes filled with tears, her heart all but leaping out of her chest. Beca was alive. Everything was going to be okay now. She wanted to run to her, to pull her close, to kiss her like the world was ending, and never ever ever let her go again. But, for now at least, she would have to make do with drowning in those deep blue eyes. She hoped her eyes would tell Beca how she felt, because she didn't want to waste another second, even if Beca didn't love her back. She was in love with Beca Mitchell and she didn't care who knew, as long as Beca did. Her eyes scanned the short brunette, her heart aching as she the blood on her forehead, the bruises on her face and neck, her bloody knees. Her poor Beca… what had he done to her?
"Isn't this nice?" Their kidnapper grinned, "You two ladies, reunited at last. I mean this isn't the perfect scenario I know, hardly rom com quality, but still it's pretty cute."
The women ignored him, focusing only on each other, registering every line of each other, committing them to memory so that they would never forget a single detail, not even in death. Beca watched as the light illuminated Chloe's ginger locks as they fell across her face. The brunette wanted to run her hands through that hair, moving it out of her eyes as their lips brushed, kissing for the first time after years of waiting. Beca didn't care if Chloe felt the same way or not. All she cared about was not wasting any more of her life waiting and worrying. 'Oh Chloe…' She looked like she'd been through hell; her eyes were red and puffy, and she was also sporting a skinned knee. 'Huh, must be a rock or something on the path… oh yeah, like that's relevant right now Beca!'
"You know; I think Patricia should be on her way back by now. I'll ring her. We don't want her to miss out on this happy reunion, do we?"
Hobart got to his feet and left the room, his henchman following him out leaving Beca and Chloe alone. Still gagged, Beca attempted to scoot her chair forward, determined to get to the flame-haired woman. Chloe quickly shook her head, sensing that moving was a bad idea, her eyes darting to the door. She didn't want Beca to be hurt any more than she already had been. Their eyes locked again, the brunette able to see that same haunted look in her eyes that she'd had earlier, but instead of it being a glint as it had been previously it was the dominating feature, their usual sparkle of joy replaced with a dull hue. And yet, somehow, they were still beautiful, and they took Beca's breath away. Everything about Chloe took her breath away.
"Get them on their feet! Gags and restraints off, this needs to be under the radar!" The door of the motel room was flung open with a crash, Hobart storming in, eyes blazing with fury. Chloe leapt out of her skin, cowering away from the noise. Beca was furious, at Hobart, at the henchmen, at anyone who had hurt her, but most of all she was angry at herself; angry that she'd left Chloe alone, angry that she hadn't fought harder to stay, angry that she was so useless. The two women were dragged to their feet, duct tape ripped off, cable ties cut and hustled quickly out of the door. Chloe gasped as she felt the barrel of a gun press into her back.
"One wrong move ladies, one single word out of your mouths, and these gentlemen will put a bullet in you faster than you can blink. Do you understand?"
They both nodded, neither daring to breathe, stiff with fear. Beca quickly threw Chloe a small reassuring glance, gently and subtly brushing the back of her hand against hers, trying to maintain an illusion of calm for the ginger, who was visibly shaking.
"Good. I put a bullet into the bossy blonde friend of yours, be under no illusion that I won't do the same to you." Beca's eyes widened in shock and fear.
"Aubrey? What did you do to her?" Caught off guard by his revelation, Beca momentarily forgot his threat. Hobart froze in his tracks, and the world seemed to stop turning for a moment, the tall Australian reaching into his holster. He spun quickly on his heel, gun gripped tight in his hand as he pistol whipped Chloe across the face. She cried out, so caught off guard that she didn't have time to put her hands in the way, her head bouncing painfully off the corner of the dirty table in the corner.
"You have anything else to say?" Hobart asked, a dangerous glint in his eye as Chloe's bodyguard dragged her to her feet again. Chloe's head started to pound as she gingerly touched the wound on her head. Beca shook her head quickly. How could she have done that to Chloe? How could she have been so damn STUPID?
"Good. It seems that Patricia has decided to change the plan a little. You'd better hope that she doesn't mess me about any more, or you'll be paying the price for it." Fergus' mood was no longer upbeat, the fury clouding his face like a thunderstorm. He turned to the two henchmen with their guns at the woman's back.
"When we get to the square, disperse the crowd. I'll take care of the women."
Beca's breath caught in her throat, understanding the implications of the words. The true danger of the situation hit her like a ton of bricks. Even after he'd hurt her, hurt Chloe, when she knew Hobart was a dangerous man, she never truly believed it would go this far. Part of her had hoped it would never get to this stage. It was more than likely that Chloe, herself, hell even Amy, were going to die.
"Let's go." He set off at a brisk pace, a murderous look on his face.
They moved quickly through the crowds, Hobart's men keeping the barrels of their guns pressed into the Bella's backs, heading for the centre of town where Amy presumably was waiting for them. Chloe's eyes darted around the people walking past them, praying for one of them to realise what was going on and rescue them from their impending fate. Why was Amy doing this? Surely she realised the danger it was putting them in? Chloe's head hurt. She just wanted this to be over.
They came to an abrupt stop, Hobart's frame stiff with anger. Beca spotted Amy in the crowd, a small wave of relief washing over her. Maybe, just maybe, it was going to be okay.
"Clear the crowd." Hobart's command was mono-syllabic, eyes hard as steel as he pulled his gun out of his jacket, aiming at his captives, "Come here. Slowly. Don't do anything stupid."
The women slowly made their way towards Fergus, Beca subtly brushing her fingers along the back of Chloe's hand again, letting her know that she was there. The henchmen fired their guns into the air, the crowd scattering in all directions, screams of panic filling the air. Chloe flinched, tears streaming down her cheeks, wanting nothing more than for Beca to hold her in her arms and take her away from all this. She was sick of crying, sick of feeling weak and helpless. She just wanted to go home.
Amy stepped forward towards her father, grip tight on a black gym bag, "Let them go Fergus. Then you can have the cash."
"Sunshine, do you really think being in a public place is going to stop me hurting them?" He gestured at Beca and Chloe with his gun, both singers too terrified to move. His henchmen returned, standing next to the two Bellas.
"I thought I told you to clear the crowd?"
"We did boss, they're gone."
"Did I tell you to come back?"
"Well, no but-"
*BANG* *BANG*
Chloe dropped to her knees, ears ringing, gasping as she raised a shaking hand to her cheek, fingers coated in blood. The two henchmen lay dead on the floor, Hobart's gaze turning to the cowering red-head.
"Get. Up." The gun was aimed at Chloe's head, the Bella too shell shocked to even hear him. Beca moved to help her up, stopping only when the gun was on pointed her way.
"I thought I said don't move." Fergus spat.
"Dude, I'm just helping her-" Beca started.
"Do you want to follow them?" The kidnapper was all but foaming at the mouth, waving his gun wildly. Beca backed off hands held up in an attempt to show she wasn't a threat. She didn't want Chloe to be hurt anymore. Chloe was still on her knees, trembling with fear. "GET. UP." Clumsily, Chloe slowly got to her feet, her eyes focused on the weapon in the Australians hands.
"Good girl. Now Patricia. Hand me the money."
"I'm getting into position." The sniper on the roof aimed at Fergus Hobart, watching the situation unfold. He, and the rest of his team had arrived a few seconds before Hobart had shot his cronies but had to wait it out, waiting on the instruction of Chicago before dispatching of the criminal. He watched as the blonde took small steps towards the target, the target himself still waving his gun wildly.
"Alright. Let me know when you're in position."
The sniper lined up the shot, "There's a clear shot."
"Take it."
Amy stood her ground, knowing that Chicago and his team were about to take Hobart out. She'd been told to draw him out and stall, but now, looking at the fear on her friend's faces, the dead men on the floor, she knew that she had to at least pretend she was giving him the money. What the hell was going on? Where was the damn army?
"Don't test me sunshine." He warned, gun aimed at Chloe's chest, "I will shoot her. I will kill her."
Amy swallowed hard, taking small steps towards her father.
"C'mon Patricia, quicker than that!"
Fergus' movements became wilder and more dangerous, Chloe physically flinching in fear. Amy, bit her lip, speeding her pace up just a little.
"That does it. Now you've really pissed me off!"
Fergus turned to face the redhead who had frozen to the spot. Time seemed to stop. He aimed the gun at her chest, smiled malevolently and…
*BANG*