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Tony groaned. He frowned and scrunched up his eyes as the pain from a throbbing headache pulled him from unconsciousness.
"Anthony?" Tony heard his father call his name and he moaned again.
"Did you get the name of the truck?" Tony spoke, his voice rough and groggy. He tried to move his hands but instantly winced as his muscles ached from being in the same position for hours. He struggled against the restraints in a futile effort to break loose. He sighed and fell limp in defeat. Harry Houdini had a better chance of escaping. He scanned his surroundings and instantly came to the same conclusion as his father. He seemed to be sitting in the middle of a half finished room in what had to be a half finished building. The metal chair he was sitting in was cold and hard and the breeze coming through the open windows sent a shiver down his spine. "Dad?" He called out, hoping he wasn't hearing voices.
"I'm here," Tony heard from behind him. He twisted his neck and saw his father's back. He was also tied to a chair, "Did you know you're going bald?" Tony asked and he smiled as he heard a loud disapproving sigh. Anthony turned ands their eyes met.
"You don't seem too bothered that you've been taken against your will and tied to a chair," Anthony noted.
Tony laughed as he turned back to a more comfortable position, "It's funny," He answered.
"How is this humorous?" Anthony asked incredulously.
"Because I'm actually getting used to this," Tony replied.
"And you wonder why I've always disapproved of your job," Anthony shook his head.
"You mean it's not because of the crappy dental plan?" Tony quipped.
"You're making jokes at a time like this?"
"At a time like this? It's all I can do," He replied, "Those thugs hurt you?" He asked.
"No," Anthony replied, "My pride maybe."
Tony snorted, "You had some to lose."
"I did not get us into this mess!" Anthony whispered venomously.
"Oh and I did?" Tony retorted, "Things were screwed up a long time before I entered the picture."
"Another thing you're going to blame me for?"
"You were blackmailed, this wasn't your fault," Tony placated, even though inside he waned to shout at his father for being so stupid.
"So, you're used to this?"
"Yeah, so?"
"What's going to happen to us?"
Tony Sighed, "The thugs will come back in along with their ring leader, I'm guessing Alistair Fields. He'll threaten us, I'll probably be punished for my insanely inappropriate quips then we'll either be tortured until we give him whatever he kidnapped us for or he leaves us to die to keep us quiet. Personally I'm hoping for the latter."
Anthony swallowed hard, "You want to die?"
Tony shook his head, "It won't come to that."
"What makes you so sure?"
"Gibbs will find us before then."
"Again I ask, what makes you so sure?"
"I trust that he'll find us in time because each an every time I've been in trouble like this, he's found me and saved my life."
Anthony didn't reply. Any line of thought was interrupted when the makeshift wooden door swung open suddenly and the two muscle men entered the room. They stepped to one side and waited. A second later Alistair Fields walked in, his right hand wrapped around a silver globe crowned cane. He strutted into the room and towards Tony.
"Hey Alistair, fancy meeting you here," Tony greeted.
"Tony," Alistair greeted coolly, "I'm sorry for such…drastic measures but you're father is holding something I want hostage, and you aren't going anywhere until I have it."
"Have you asked nicely?" Tony asked mockingly, "Please and thank you's go a long way."
Alistair lifted the cane and pressed the pointed end almost painfully into Tony's chest, "I have alternative methods to get what I want," Tony winced as Alistair pushed the cane harder, "Get him up," He ordered. The hired muscle stepped forward. One pulled out a knife and Tony's eyes widened. He relaxed slightly when they only cut the tape holding him to the chair. They lifted him up and dragged him to face Anthony.
"Anthony," Alistair began, "I told you that you would regret messing with me. I told you that if you did anything to betray me, anything to compromise this that you would face the consequences," There was something in his voice that made Tony shiver, "This is the consequence," He finished with a nod to his men. Muscle Man number one held Tony while number two pulled back a fist and then punched Tony in the gut. Tony gasped and fell to the ground. He gulped for air after being winded from the blow.
"What are you doing?" Anthony asked in horror.
"Punishing you," Alistair responded. Number one pulled back a boot and this time kicked Tony as hard as he could. Tony rolled over in pain before he was kicked again.
"Is that the best you got?" Tony groaned as he hugged his ribs. Blood had begun to pour from open wounds on his face.
Alistair pulled out his cell phone and flipped it open. He held it towards Anthony. "Phone the ship and tell it to set sail or I let my men loose on your son."
"Don't do it," Tony said, earning another kick.
"Phone them now!" Alistair shouted.
"Don't let him push you around dad, I can handle these jerks," Another kick to the gut.
"I'm not going to sit here and watch them beat you to death!"
"Those weapons can't leave the country, I don't matter."
"Tony!" Anthony cried and Tony froze. He'd never heard his father call him Tony. Their eyes met and for the first time Tony saw fear in his father's eyes.
"Isn't this sweet," Alistair drawled, "If I cared I would shed a tear," He laughed, "But I don't, so," He used the end of his cane like a baseball bat and swung it at Tony. It's sharp end slashing Tony across his chest. He laughed again.
"I can't watch this, I'm Sorry," Anthony crumbled. He turned to Alistair and nodded. Alistair dialled the number and held it to Anthony's ear, "It's me," He spoke into the phone. "You have authorisation to leave," Alistair pulled the phone away and snapped it shut.
"Thank you," Alistair spoke. Tony received one more kick before he was lifted up and dropped back in the chair, more tape was wound around him, the pressure to his sore ribs was suffocating.
"Aren't you going to let us go now?" Anthony asked, confused.
"And have you go to the police? I don't think so," Alistair shook his head and then smirked, "No one will say anything about a empty building that explodes from faulty gas pipes, of course I'll have to help it along with some explosives."
"I have friends, they'll wonder where I am if I die," Anthony said.
"Once I leak everything to the police, give them every piece of paper connecting you to the weapons then it'll look like you've fled the country, never to be seen again."
"You're a bastard," Anthony hissed.
"What would that make me?" A voice asked. Tony turned his head and his jaw dropped when he saw Jessica Fields standing in the room, a hand on her hip.
"I thought I told you to stay in the car?" Alistair demanded.
Jessica walked up to Tony, "I wanted to see him tied up," She answered with a smile. She sat down on his lap and trailed a hand down Tony's bloody and bruised face, "I didn't get that pleasure last night," Tony pulled away.
"More than I needed to know Jessica," Alistair spoke with a sigh.
Jessica leant forwards and whispered into Tony's ear, "I used you," She said, "I used you for the sex… and now," She laughed, "You get to die," She pushed herself off him "I won't take it personally when you don't call," Tony laughed.
"What's so funny?" She hissed.
"I always fall for murderers," He earned a slap for that.
"Jessica, leave now," Her father ordered and she obeyed.
"Goodbye Tony," Jessica said before walking out the room.
Alistair turned back to Tony, "You have until the ship reaches international waters, before the bomb goes off, to say your goodbyes, I'd use the time wisely if I were you," He began to leave before he stopped and as an afterthought he added, "It was nice doing business with you Anthony," He smiled sinfully before disappearing out the door. The two thugs following behind.
Tony sighed as they were left alone . He thought back to his earlier words "The thugs will come back in along with their ring leader, I'm guessing Alistair Fields. He'll threaten us, I'll probably be punished for my insanely inappropriate quips then we'll either be tortured until we give him whatever he kidnapped us for or he leaves us to die to keep us quiet"
He turned his head, "I told you so," He declared.