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p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14.4444446563721px; line-height: 17.5559997558594px;" The first week had been so similar to Dirk's that it was frightening. He explained the wall of names to her, like Jenna had to him. Had talked about Nathanial and what happens to the others. He didn't spare her details… it would only hurt her later if he didn't succeed with his plans. She took it surprisingly well, only tearing now and then. Rachel was a sweet girl too… one that shouldn't have been there with him trapped in what seemed like either Hell's lobby or it's break room in Dirk's opinion. Dirk had gotten weaker if that were possible, only adrenaline and fear keeping his limbs moving. He could feel things starting to come to an end around him. It wasn't that he was ready to die, but more… accepting of it than he had been before. He only had a set number of months to start with- that he knew… but now he could physically feel his body start to slowly shut down at times before he would claw his way back- clinging onto his breath. Dirk knew he was dying- from the kidney failure of only having one, the lack of rest, dehydration, starvation and torture- hell, he the withdrawals from his medication should hurt but didn't because of the nerve damaged he had suffered. Was it really his fault that he had hoped of escape when he had? Not really… With the appearance of Rachel, Hal had backed off considerably, but his will had returned to have her escape this place. Dirk didn't mind that Hal had disappeared, he was too busy memorizing patterns of Nathanial and listened to everything he said, calculating the situation like Hal did- or how he would have if Dirk wasn't already doing it. Somehow Dirk knew he had fragmented himself to see and not see Hal. Dirk knew what to do without him though, how to work things to the way he needed them to come together- He knew how to manipulate and make things work- he knew how to use Nathanial against himself. /p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14.4444446563721px; line-height: 17.5559997558594px;" He jerked awake early one morning- or what he assumed was morning, swallowing the bitter hydration in his mouth. Like every other time he had woken, the man would stare up at the nothingness in the room. Dirk swallowed, brushing a pale hand through his hair. How long had it been now? What had happened outside? Had he been forgotten? Dirk's ears pricked hearing Nathanial upstairs, ranting to himself for the hundredth time. Rachel was asleep on the bed and Dirk rose from the floor slowly. Hand following the dark wall and taking a deep breath. Today. He was going to end this today. His fingertips slid over the door and he let out a low breath. There was a soft hiccup and Dirk frowned, turning his head to hear soft crying. "Bad dream?" He asked softly and Rachel made a soft sound of acknowledgement that that was what it had been. "Come here." Dirk settled down slowly beside her and he felt her crawl towards him and into his embrace. Rachel sniffed, swallowing hard. "You're being so brave." He told her softly and she wiped her eyes with the palm of her hand. "You act like my older brother." She laughed underneath her breath, "When I had my braces taken off in seventh grade, he stayed by my side while I cried it hurt so bad- he told me I was brave then too." Dirk chuckled, "Hell yeah you were brave. Getting your braces off is one hell of a scary experience. All the bands of metal around your teeth- you could pretend to be a metal shark but that's beside the point." Rachel smiled into his chest, laughing this time. "I wanna be a metal shark." She whispered and Dirk nodded, "Where's your brother now?" She shrugged, "College… probably with my parents wondering where I am…" Dirk sighed, "Yeah…" Rachel shifted her head to look up at where his head would be in the dark. "Do you have any siblings?" There was a pause, "I have a sister. I had an older brother once… but he passed… he raised me." Rachel's smile faded, "I'm sorry, Dirk… tell me about him?" Dirk settled back, leaning his head against the wall of names. "How about I tell you about him… and the greatest story ever told." Rachel raised her eyebrows, "What's it about?" Dirk smiled, "It's about four kids who made the universe, with the help of trolls, sprites, robots and strange creatures along the way?" There was a pause before Rachel whispered that it sounded like one interesting story. There was a short laugh, before Dirk murmured, "It all started with a young man, standing in his bedroom on his birthday, the thirteenth of April…"/p
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p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14.4444446563721px; line-height: 17.5559997558594px;" Roxy stood in the club, eyes alert. This was their final chance. The police had done nothing- no matter how much they pressured and if today had no avail, they were going to break down Nathanial's door and find Dirk themselves. Jake was nearly tied up to keep from barging in- he had gone mad in the time that Dirk had been gone. He seemed darker- harsher- like Dirk was without Jake around. Perhaps that was the reason why they worked out so well, Roxy wondered, eyes flickering over each face in the club at least three times. Jake and Dirk brought out the humanity in each other and without the other half… Roxy drank back the glass not finding the ginger ale near as fitting as it should have been. But out of respect for her brother, she did not drink the vodka that seemed to be calling her name daily. Jane had tried to remain the voice of reason but even her arguments had stopped. They were waiting for Nathanial now. He would be on the hunt for a girl since Dirk had filled his male quota- or at least that was the pattern they had noticed in the kidnappings. Jane had come up with a plan to use Roxy as bait, set a trap and wait for it to be sprung… and the longer it took, the more time spent looking for someone who didn't come… made everyone on edge./p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14.4444446563721px; line-height: 17.5559997558594px;" It worried her that they hadn't seen Nathanial- hell that no one had seen him for so long. There was a camera that picked him up driving the other day by a high school but… no one was reported missing yet. Nor was that the right age bracket that he usually did. Roxy looked up again as a weight settled on the bar beside her. "I'm surprised to see you here." There was a pause and Roxy turned, heart panicking, "Jesus Danny- you scared me." She laughed breathlessly, brushing her pale hair back, "What are you doing here? I thought you didn't like clubs." The man shrugged, neon light reflecting off his dark blond hair. His eyes never left hers. "I go occasionally… I can't say that our second date I was stood up by a more beautiful woman." Roxy frowned, thinking for a moment before she put her head in her hand again. "Oh my god, I completely forgot- I'm so sorry. I've just been out of my mind… my brother is missing and the last few weeks have just…" She shook her head, looking at her drink, then back at him. "I really want to have another date with you, Danny. I'm just… distracted and worried." Roxy offered a small smile, glancing around the room immediately afterward./p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14.4444446563721px; line-height: 17.5559997558594px;"Danny's eyes widened, "You're serious? Your brother is missing? Tall guy with the scar on his neck? Have you gone to the police?" There was a pause. emHow did he know Dirk has a scar on his neck? /emRoxy laughed it off, the sudden unease with being near him. Maybe the lights had highlighted the scar? Only those who got close to Dirk realized he had a scar around his neck from the game- and Danny had certainly never gotten that close to him. "Yeah, but they don't seem to listen." Danny frowned, "Hey, I've got a few connections down at the agency… I'm actually the guy who they take their weapons too and such to get cleaned. Book keeper and all that jazz." He smiled, "I could walk you down there and see if we can find something out- do you have any idea what happened?" Roxy licked her black lips, looking up at Daniel, watching his reaction now, "The man's name is Nathanial Morris. He took Dirk." There was a flicker of a dead pan in his expression. Something she couldn't read but knew deep down it meant something terrible. "Never heard of him. Let's get you to the agency, we'll figure out something there." "emThe Nathanial Morris trial is all over the news… unless he's deaf he damn well knows about Nathanial Morris- especially that he's on house arrest. This isn't right at all." /emRoxy was about to turn-tail and run. That would have been the smart thing to /br / But she also saw this as a chance- a chance to get to Dirk. Either to find out where he was holding him or… or how to rescue him or if Danny was working for him or with him- or… If she didn't go, she would lose a valuable chance that she needed to get to Dirk. "Alright." She nodded, getting up and collecting her bag. Her eyes found Jane talking excitedly on the phone to someone. It was an excellent cover when it was no one on the other end and the ringer was turned off. Jane connected her gaze with hers for a split second, giving the slightest of acknowledgement that she saw her leaving. Jake was waiting in the rented car, probably peeling the leather from the seats in agitation. Roxy walked out, nearly being Daniel's height in her black heels. She kept her head held high, eyes dilated as they went out the back and towards the silver four-door that she had ridden in before. Daniel wasn't too far behind her and she looked back at him to see him smiling at her. "What is it?" He asked and Roxy shook her head, "Nothing, just… curious." Daniel walked closer to her, cocking his head to her. Something that Roxy had once that was cute now seemed so menacing. "About?" Roxy offered a brilliant smile now, getting closer- her hand around a tazer that Dirk had made for her now so long ago inside her skirt pocket. "How did you know my brother had a scar around his neck?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14.4444446563721px; line-height: 17.5559997558594px;" She was slammed into the back seat of the car, struggling against Daniel's weight. It had been so fast that she hadn't had a chance to draw her weapon. There was a cloth forced toward her mouth and she held her breath, keeping it away from her mouth as he held her other hand back, nails biting into his skin. "Get the fuck off me!" She kicked him in the balls with her high heel, giving her a second to knee him in the gut immediately afterward and breaking free from the car. "Get back here!" He snarled, grabbing her around the waist to drag her back into the car. She kicked and screamed, punching and biting until Daniel bashed her head onto the top of the car. "Damn bitch- first you get involved too deep and now you act like I'm trying to rape you. Should have let Nathan have you for his little collection- Someone actually does have to continue theem actual/em family line." Her eyes rolled a bit, fingers trying to find the button on her belt that would let Jake know things were going wrong. She hit it, falling back into the backseat as someone yelled from the club. "Hey- everything okay?" Her entire world was spinning and not in a fun way./p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14.4444446563721px; line-height: 17.5559997558594px;" Daniel sat up, "Yeah man, sorry. She had a bit too much. I'm taking her home now she doesn't drive." There was a yell of acknowledgement and the backdoor closed. He laughed as he started to climb into the front seat. "And people wonder why date rape is so common these days." Daniel glanced back her on the seat, still recovering from the hit to her head. His fingers went over her chin gently, "I'll give him props, Nathan can pick 'em… You are certainly beautiful. But don't worry. You won't be slaughtered like your brother. You'll just never be seen again. Even if you were- who would believe you when I'm the police department's bookkeeper and you're just some girl who likes to party entirely too much." He smiled at her and her eyes widened a bit. He turned back around to see a very angry Jane pointing a gun at his head from in front of the car. Daniel snarled before turning the car on, more than planning to run her down when a hand reached in through the open window. If he had thought Jane looked angry, it was nothing compared to what Jake was. It ripped Daniel from the car, safety belt snapping back towards it's origin. "Jane, get Roxy!" He snarled and Daniel went flying into a wall, breaking his nose./p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14.4444446563721px; line-height: 17.5559997558594px;" Jake brought him up again, holding him up by his shirt front. With each word, Jake smacked him against the brick wall of the building next to the bar. "Where. Is. Dirk. Strider." Roxy struggled up from the car, holding the back of her head in her hand and steading herself with Jane's hand. When Daniel just stared at him, Jake punched him across the jaw, ripping open the lip with the force he used. "I asked you a question!" He screamed at him, going to hit him again when Roxy stopped Jake, "Enough! We need him! If you beat the shit out of him like he deserves we'll never find Dirk!" Daniel giggled and they turned back to him, "Like you could find him where he is now. So deep and cut apart. My brother is going to make it rain orange all night long." He sneered and Jake growled, hitting him in the head to knock him out- so similar to the way Roxy had nearly been done. Daniel crumbled to the ground and Jake breathed out. "Deep- Cut… He was in the sawmill all this time!" Jane whispered. "We're going to go to Nathanial's house. I'm done waiting." Jake picked up Daniel and tossed him over his shoulder. "What are you going to do with him?" Roxy asked, while Jane's eyes narrowed and the gun in her hand surprisingly not shaking. It was fairly shadowed in the alleyway, so she didn't put her gun away. Just in case. Jake walked his way toward the entrance. "I'm going to take him with us." He looked back, "Stay here or come on, either way Nathanial is about to get a rude awakening."/p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14.4444446563721px; line-height: 17.5559997558594px;" The first week had been so similar to Dirk's that it was frightening. He explained the wall of names to her, like Jenna had to him. Had talked about Nathanial and what happens to the others. He didn't spare her details… it would only hurt her later if he didn't succeed with his plans. She took it surprisingly well, only tearing now and then. Rachel was a sweet girl too… one that shouldn't have been there with him trapped in what seemed like either Hell's lobby or it's break room in Dirk's opinion. Dirk had gotten weaker if that were possible, only adrenaline and fear keeping his limbs moving. He could feel things starting to come to an end around him. It wasn't that he was ready to die, but more… accepting of it than he had been before. He only had a set number of months to start with- that he knew… but now he could physically feel his body start to slowly shut down at times before he would claw his way back- clinging onto his breath. Dirk knew he was dying- from the kidney failure of only having one, the lack of rest, dehydration, starvation and torture- hell, he the withdrawals from his medication should hurt but didn't because of the nerve damaged he had suffered. Was it really his fault that he had hoped of escape when he had? Not really… With the appearance of Rachel, Hal had backed off considerably, but his will had returned to have her escape this place. Dirk didn't mind that Hal had disappeared, he was too busy memorizing patterns of Nathanial and listened to everything he said, calculating the situation like Hal did- or how he would have if Dirk wasn't already doing it. Somehow Dirk knew he had fragmented himself to see and not see Hal. Dirk knew what to do without him though, how to work things to the way he needed them to come together- He knew how to manipulate and make things work- he knew how to use Nathanial against himself. /p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14.4444446563721px; line-height: 17.5559997558594px;" He jerked awake early one morning- or what he assumed was morning, swallowing the bitter hydration in his mouth. Like every other time he had woken, the man would stare up at the nothingness in the room. Dirk swallowed, brushing a pale hand through his hair. How long had it been now? What had happened outside? Had he been forgotten? Dirk's ears pricked hearing Nathanial upstairs, ranting to himself for the hundredth time. Rachel was asleep on the bed and Dirk rose from the floor slowly. Hand following the dark wall and taking a deep breath. Today. He was going to end this today. His fingertips slid over the door and he let out a low breath. There was a soft hiccup and Dirk frowned, turning his head to hear soft crying. "Bad dream?" He asked softly and Rachel made a soft sound of acknowledgement that that was what it had been. "Come here." Dirk settled down slowly beside her and he felt her crawl towards him and into his embrace. Rachel sniffed, swallowing hard. "You're being so brave." He told her softly and she wiped her eyes with the palm of her hand. "You act like my older brother." She laughed underneath her breath, "When I had my braces taken off in seventh grade, he stayed by my side while I cried it hurt so bad- he told me I was brave then too." Dirk chuckled, "Hell yeah you were brave. Getting your braces off is one hell of a scary experience. All the bands of metal around your teeth- you could pretend to be a metal shark but that's beside the point." Rachel smiled into his chest, laughing this time. "I wanna be a metal shark." She whispered and Dirk nodded, "Where's your brother now?" She shrugged, "College… probably with my parents wondering where I am…" Dirk sighed, "Yeah…" Rachel shifted her head to look up at where his head would be in the dark. "Do you have any siblings?" There was a pause, "I have a sister. I had an older brother once… but he passed… he raised me." Rachel's smile faded, "I'm sorry, Dirk… tell me about him?" Dirk settled back, leaning his head against the wall of names. "How about I tell you about him… and the greatest story ever told." Rachel raised her eyebrows, "What's it about?" Dirk smiled, "It's about four kids who made the universe, with the help of trolls, sprites, robots and strange creatures along the way?" There was a pause before Rachel whispered that it sounded like one interesting story. There was a short laugh, before Dirk murmured, "It all started with a young man, standing in his bedroom on his birthday, the thirteenth of April…"/p
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p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14.4444446563721px; line-height: 17.5559997558594px;" Roxy stood in the club, eyes alert. This was their final chance. The police had done nothing- no matter how much they pressured and if today had no avail, they were going to break down Nathanial's door and find Dirk themselves. Jake was nearly tied up to keep from barging in- he had gone mad in the time that Dirk had been gone. He seemed darker- harsher- like Dirk was without Jake around. Perhaps that was the reason why they worked out so well, Roxy wondered, eyes flickering over each face in the club at least three times. Jake and Dirk brought out the humanity in each other and without the other half… Roxy drank back the glass not finding the ginger ale near as fitting as it should have been. But out of respect for her brother, she did not drink the vodka that seemed to be calling her name daily. Jane had tried to remain the voice of reason but even her arguments had stopped. They were waiting for Nathanial now. He would be on the hunt for a girl since Dirk had filled his male quota- or at least that was the pattern they had noticed in the kidnappings. Jane had come up with a plan to use Roxy as bait, set a trap and wait for it to be sprung… and the longer it took, the more time spent looking for someone who didn't come… made everyone on edge./p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14.4444446563721px; line-height: 17.5559997558594px;" It worried her that they hadn't seen Nathanial- hell that no one had seen him for so long. There was a camera that picked him up driving the other day by a high school but… no one was reported missing yet. Nor was that the right age bracket that he usually did. Roxy looked up again as a weight settled on the bar beside her. "I'm surprised to see you here." There was a pause and Roxy turned, heart panicking, "Jesus Danny- you scared me." She laughed breathlessly, brushing her pale hair back, "What are you doing here? I thought you didn't like clubs." The man shrugged, neon light reflecting off his dark blond hair. His eyes never left hers. "I go occasionally… I can't say that our second date I was stood up by a more beautiful woman." Roxy frowned, thinking for a moment before she put her head in her hand again. "Oh my god, I completely forgot- I'm so sorry. I've just been out of my mind… my brother is missing and the last few weeks have just…" She shook her head, looking at her drink, then back at him. "I really want to have another date with you, Danny. I'm just… distracted and worried." Roxy offered a small smile, glancing around the room immediately afterward./p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14.4444446563721px; line-height: 17.5559997558594px;"Danny's eyes widened, "You're serious? Your brother is missing? Tall guy with the scar on his neck? Have you gone to the police?" There was a pause. emHow did he know Dirk has a scar on his neck? /emRoxy laughed it off, the sudden unease with being near him. Maybe the lights had highlighted the scar? Only those who got close to Dirk realized he had a scar around his neck from the game- and Danny had certainly never gotten that close to him. "Yeah, but they don't seem to listen." Danny frowned, "Hey, I've got a few connections down at the agency… I'm actually the guy who they take their weapons too and such to get cleaned. Book keeper and all that jazz." He smiled, "I could walk you down there and see if we can find something out- do you have any idea what happened?" Roxy licked her black lips, looking up at Daniel, watching his reaction now, "The man's name is Nathanial Morris. He took Dirk." There was a flicker of a dead pan in his expression. Something she couldn't read but knew deep down it meant something terrible. "Never heard of him. Let's get you to the agency, we'll figure out something there." "emThe Nathanial Morris trial is all over the news… unless he's deaf he damn well knows about Nathanial Morris- especially that he's on house arrest. This isn't right at all." /emRoxy was about to turn-tail and run. That would have been the smart thing to /br / But she also saw this as a chance- a chance to get to Dirk. Either to find out where he was holding him or… or how to rescue him or if Danny was working for him or with him- or… If she didn't go, she would lose a valuable chance that she needed to get to Dirk. "Alright." She nodded, getting up and collecting her bag. Her eyes found Jane talking excitedly on the phone to someone. It was an excellent cover when it was no one on the other end and the ringer was turned off. Jane connected her gaze with hers for a split second, giving the slightest of acknowledgement that she saw her leaving. Jake was waiting in the rented car, probably peeling the leather from the seats in agitation. Roxy walked out, nearly being Daniel's height in her black heels. She kept her head held high, eyes dilated as they went out the back and towards the silver four-door that she had ridden in before. Daniel wasn't too far behind her and she looked back at him to see him smiling at her. "What is it?" He asked and Roxy shook her head, "Nothing, just… curious." Daniel walked closer to her, cocking his head to her. Something that Roxy had once that was cute now seemed so menacing. "About?" Roxy offered a brilliant smile now, getting closer- her hand around a tazer that Dirk had made for her now so long ago inside her skirt pocket. "How did you know my brother had a scar around his neck?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14.4444446563721px; line-height: 17.5559997558594px;" She was slammed into the back seat of the car, struggling against Daniel's weight. It had been so fast that she hadn't had a chance to draw her weapon. There was a cloth forced toward her mouth and she held her breath, keeping it away from her mouth as he held her other hand back, nails biting into his skin. "Get the fuck off me!" She kicked him in the balls with her high heel, giving her a second to knee him in the gut immediately afterward and breaking free from the car. "Get back here!" He snarled, grabbing her around the waist to drag her back into the car. She kicked and screamed, punching and biting until Daniel bashed her head onto the top of the car. "Damn bitch- first you get involved too deep and now you act like I'm trying to rape you. Should have let Nathan have you for his little collection- Someone actually does have to continue theem actual/em family line." Her eyes rolled a bit, fingers trying to find the button on her belt that would let Jake know things were going wrong. She hit it, falling back into the backseat as someone yelled from the club. "Hey- everything okay?" Her entire world was spinning and not in a fun way./p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14.4444446563721px; line-height: 17.5559997558594px;" Daniel sat up, "Yeah man, sorry. She had a bit too much. I'm taking her home now she doesn't drive." There was a yell of acknowledgement and the backdoor closed. He laughed as he started to climb into the front seat. "And people wonder why date rape is so common these days." Daniel glanced back her on the seat, still recovering from the hit to her head. His fingers went over her chin gently, "I'll give him props, Nathan can pick 'em… You are certainly beautiful. But don't worry. You won't be slaughtered like your brother. You'll just never be seen again. Even if you were- who would believe you when I'm the police department's bookkeeper and you're just some girl who likes to party entirely too much." He smiled at her and her eyes widened a bit. He turned back around to see a very angry Jane pointing a gun at his head from in front of the car. Daniel snarled before turning the car on, more than planning to run her down when a hand reached in through the open window. If he had thought Jane looked angry, it was nothing compared to what Jake was. It ripped Daniel from the car, safety belt snapping back towards it's origin. "Jane, get Roxy!" He snarled and Daniel went flying into a wall, breaking his nose./p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14.4444446563721px; line-height: 17.5559997558594px;" Jake brought him up again, holding him up by his shirt front. With each word, Jake smacked him against the brick wall of the building next to the bar. "Where. Is. Dirk. Strider." Roxy struggled up from the car, holding the back of her head in her hand and steading herself with Jane's hand. When Daniel just stared at him, Jake punched him across the jaw, ripping open the lip with the force he used. "I asked you a question!" He screamed at him, going to hit him again when Roxy stopped Jake, "Enough! We need him! If you beat the shit out of him like he deserves we'll never find Dirk!" Daniel giggled and they turned back to him, "Like you could find him where he is now. So deep and cut apart. My brother is going to make it rain orange all night long." He sneered and Jake growled, hitting him in the head to knock him out- so similar to the way Roxy had nearly been done. Daniel crumbled to the ground and Jake breathed out. "Deep- Cut… He was in the sawmill all this time!" Jane whispered. "We're going to go to Nathanial's house. I'm done waiting." Jake picked up Daniel and tossed him over his shoulder. "What are you going to do with him?" Roxy asked, while Jane's eyes narrowed and the gun in her hand surprisingly not shaking. It was fairly shadowed in the alleyway, so she didn't put her gun away. Just in case. Jake walked his way toward the entrance. "I'm going to take him with us." He looked back, "Stay here or come on, either way Nathanial is about to get a rude awakening."/p