A/N: thanks for the review, RiverDoctorPotterSong. Without further ado, here's what happens next :)

I grabbed Mike by the shoulder and firmly pulled him back. He stopped and glared at me with a look of determination I have never seen on him in all the years I've known him. "We shouldn't do anything, Mike," I said in an even tone in an attempt to convince him to listen to me, "but call the police."

He rolled his eyes and opened his mouth, but I continued, "Look, there is something illegal going on here, so let's just get the police here and let them take care of it."

"No," he said sternly, "by the time the police get here, she could be dead."

I had to admit that he had a point. After all, how many movies have the police showed up only after the hero saved the damsel in distress? I sighed with a deep breath and tried to think of what we could possibly do. Other then knocking on the front door, which seemed like a really bad idea, I had nothing.

"Ok," I said finally, "Do you have a plan?"

Mike furrowed his eyebrows in thought, "Not yet. But come on. Let's get back to the car."

I nodded and followed him as we quickly returned to the car. For a moment, I thought my friend had regained his sanity and we were just going to drive away. But no. Mike went straight for the trunk and rummaged around in there for I don't know what. I stood next to him and watched as he pulled out a bundle of rope that he slung over his shoulder, two small canisters, one he shoved in his pants pocket and the other he handed to me, and four small black gun-looking things.

"What's the rope for?" I asked.

"You remember Boondock Saints," he replied, "never go anywhere without your rope."

I looked at the canister. "Mace?" I asked as he shoved two of the gun things in my hands. I put the mace in my coat pocket so I can give the 'guns' a closer inspection. "Mike, are these…tasers?" I asked with a good mixture of surprise and concern, "Please tell me these are not tasers."

"Yeah, and don't hold them like that!" he snatched the tasers from me and demonstrated how to properly hold them without electrocuting yourself. "Besides, you didn't bring any weapons."

"On contraire," I retorted and reached into an inside coat pocket to produce my most prized possession, a genuine Tesla gun. Oh let me tell you this piece of genius from a genius is a real beauty. It has a handle like a pistol, but instead of a gun barrel it has a glass tube connected to a brass tube. The whole thing is a work of art. Every time I lay my eyes on it, I smile with pride that it belongs to me.

"Brian," my friend raised his eyebrow and looked at me like I was the dumbest thing he'd ever seen, "You brought a toy gun? This isn't a role-playing game, this is real!"

My mouth flew open in protest, "This is a real gun, Mike!"

He opened his mouth to continue arguing but closed it in favor of glaring at me instead. We've had this argument before anyway, and now probably wasn't the best time to rehash the subject. Mike held up his hands in defeat, "Alright, dude, whatever." He shook his head and turned his attention to the contents of the trunk.

I stuffed the Tesla gun back into the inside pocket and the two tasers in the outside pocket. "So," I said as I carefully tucked a taser on a coat pocket, "this is the plan then? We go in like a couple of idiots armed with pepper spray and tasers?"

"And your stupid Tesla gun," he answered with a grin.

"Oh, ok," I nodded at the insanity, "I don't suppose you thought of what to do in case they have guns?"

"I didn't see any guns," he was too nonchalant with that reply, like he was covering up for the fact that, no, he didn't think about that.

"Mike!" I shrieked, "Do you really think men like that don't have guns? Everyone knows that the mafia uses guns. Oh god," I gasped at what I just said. "Mafia. My god, Mike, what if that's who they are? Russians. They'd have to be the Russian mafia, and they're the worst. Probably cut your fingers off and splash the stubs with vodka. Oh god! I don't want to loose my fingers, Mike."

My friend stood silent with an impatient expression and rolled eyes during my paranoid rant. "Are you finished?" he asked flatly. I just looked at him and I know my fear was a glaring neon sign on my face. "Look. We have the element of surprise," he grabbed my shoulders to reassure me of his plan; "They don't know we're here, so when we rush through the door and zap them, they won't know what hit them."

Now, before I continue, I would like to take a moment to explain that I'm not a coward. Ok so I am, a bit. It's just that I'm a software geek with a passion for steampunk. What can I do? I drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. I nodded and felt my racing heart slow down a few paces. He nodded too and smiled. "Alright, buddy," he closed the trunk of the car and held up the tire iron, "Let's go."

As we made our way to the gate, my adrenaline was pumping, hard. I could hear my heart beat in my ears and the sweat drip down my forehead. I could not believe that I, Brian Johnson software geek steampunk guy, was about to rush into a warehouse filled with Russian gangsters and zap them with tasers. What the hell was I thinking? Mike and I decided to climb over the fence as close to the building as possible.

Once we over the fence, we crouched and ran as fast and quiet as we could along side the wall toward the door. When we reached the door, Mike motioned for me to wait as he stepped in front of it and peeked through the small square window. He rested his back against the wall on the other side of the door, and gave me thumbs up. He readied himself with a taser and put his hand on the door handle.

This was it. The moment of truth. With a deep breath, I ready myself with a taser in each hand. It was now or never. I gave Mike a nod, and he flung open the door. I bolted inside and swept my eyes over the room letting my photographic memory keep track of the details. Rose and the Doctor, who were still bound, stood in front of the police box, and the four thugs and their boss stood right behind them. No one had any visible weapons.

"What the hell?" the boss man with the cattle prod exclaimed with bewildered look. The Doctor and Rose shared his expression, their mouths slightly open as they watched Mike and I charge toward them. I raised my taser and pulled the trigger.

Now, I've never used a taser before, so I wasn't sure what to expect. I was a bit shocked to see the thug I aimed for clutch the wired prongs as he twitched and slowly slumped to the floor. When he was lying on his back with his eyes closed, I dropped the taser sending it clattering against the concrete. Mike, after shocking one of the other henchmen, did the same.

As I pulled another taser out and aimed it, I said with what I hoped was hard conviction, "That's my police box and I want it back!" Unfortunately, my voice was a bit shaky. Rose and the Doctor exchanged looks of surprised confusion, while the boss stared incredulously at me.

I realized I was standing in the open staring down what was probably the mob armed with nothing more than a taser and a can of mace. Oh yeah, and the Tesla gun. Can't forget about that. "And we're here to save the girl too!" Mike shouted. The loudness of his voice made me flinch. "Will you shut up?" I hissed under my breath.

"Get rid of them," the man in charge said flatly. The two henchmen gazed upon us with expressionless faces and held up their right hand pointing a finger at us. You know, like miming a pistol. I was confused by this gesture and thought for a moment that they were trying to be funny, but then I watched in frozen amazement as their pointing finger morphed into a black gun barrel before my very eyes. I felt like a deer stuck in headlights. What was going on?

Mike grabbed my arm and yanked me into a run with him. "Run, you idiot!" he screamed and I didn't even have to think, my feet did the thinking for me. We bolted for the closest crates along the wall running even faster when we heard shots ring out and bullets ricochet behind us. We dove behind a crate and landed hard on the floor almost knocking the wind out of me.

"What do we do now? And what the hell were those gun hand things?" I said hissed in an overly panicked voice. Mike gulped and wiped sweat off his brow. He was just as scared as I was. "I don't know," he spoke quickly, "this wasn't part of the plan. Not. At. All."

I heard the footsteps of the approaching thugs armed with gun hand things, and did the only thing I could think of. I pulled out the Tesla gun, clicked the dial on its side to the highest setting of five and took aim. "Oh Jesus," Mike moaned, "You've gone insane and we're gonna die." I kept my eyes on the edge of the crate and focused on ignoring my idiot friend and not trembling.

As soon as a henchman came into my view, I squeezed the trigger.

A/N: One more chapter to go! Oh and reviews, you post em, I love reading em! :D