Chapter Four
Brennan felt the truck come to a stop. They had pulled up in a driveway but that is all that she could tell for now. The driver's door slammed shut and she could hear footsteps edging their way around the truck towards her. She braced herself at the back of the truck; she was not going to come quietly. The doors flew open and she was greeted by three scruffy gang members; all of which were armed with 45 calibre pistols.
"Crap" she muttered, eying their weapons curiously; one of those could definitely cause some long term damage.
One of the men stepped forward, took a long drag of his cigarette, dropped it on the floor and squashed it under his boot.
'Charming', Brennan thought to herself, disgusted. These men were nothing more than filthy scumbags.
The man grinned wildly, like he could read her thoughts and leaned in so that he only inches away from her face. Brennan flinched, his breath smelt like rot and smoke, and worst of all his body as a whole smelt like death.
"Let's go darlin', we have a lot to take care of" his smile vanished and a menacing scowl appeared, "if you don't decide to co-operate we have just the thing to get you motivated" his friends laughed as he cocked his gun and held it to her head.
Brennan hesitated. She knew she had to follow his orders but she also knew that once they had her moved out of the truck things were going to get ugly fast; which was not a good sign for her.
She slowly inched away from the gun and around the metal walls of the truck before slowly exiting. The gang members watched amused as she stood still taking in her surroundings. They were in the middle of nowhere. There were no road signs, no buildings, and no indications of human activity. She shuddered, there was nowhere to run, no one to hear her scream for help. The only shelter in the area was a beat up, old shed that looked at least 50 years old. She knew that once she was in the shed they would either torture her or kill her straight away depending on how much 'fun' they wanted to have. The other two gang members started to stride towards her, herding her towards the shed, she knew she had to act fast. She elbowed one of the men in the ribs and he yelped out in pain. The other man came at her furiously but she dodged his meaty hands, and punched him in the face. She heard a crack and knew that she had broken his nose. She ran towards the truck where inside the last man stood standing. He had already pulled out his gun so she hid towards the side of the truck.
"Come here darlin', I won't hurt you" he purred. His voice got closer as he inched towards the back doors of the truck.
'A little bit closer' Brennan thought as he grew nearer. All of a sudden she slammed the door of the truck into his face. The force of the blow had knocked him out and he ended up slouched and unconscious in the rear of the truck. Satisfied that he wasn't going to wake up, she dug around in the pockets of his jeans. She hastily fumbled through used gum and cigarettes until she found the keys to the truck. Immediately she ran towards the front of the vehicle. The only way out of this hell hole was to drive towards civilisation. She got into the driver's seat and started the truck. She slammed the acceleration and the truck lurched forward. As she had anticipated, the thug in the back of the truck slid out and landed on the ground next to his pals. This however woke two of the gang members up. They looked around dazed for a few seconds, and then spotted Brennan behind the wheel of the truck and reached for their guns. Brennan hit the gas just as one of the thugs opened fire. She was already a safe distance away by the time the thug started to shoot, although one bullet passed awfully close to her and sliced through her window. The glass shattered and shards fell onto her lap and down by her feet.
"Stop!" the other guy screeched, trying to swat the gun out of his hands, "He wants her alive!"
'Who wants me alive… another thug?' She thought as she glanced back at the men through her rear view mirror. She stopped the truck when something caught her eye. The third gang member was nowhere to be seen.
Brennan screamed as the unseen thug yanked the passenger door open.
"Hiya Darlin'", he said with a twisted smile that ran a shiver down her spine. He had his gun pointed at her once again and she was powerless against it. "Now, I see you have chosen the hard way of dealing with things. That's fine by me darlin', but I don't think you'll like it very much". He eased towards her and whispered menacingly, "So don't try to escape again, or it will be the last thing you do".
The other men had arrived at her door and looked furious.
Brennan hoped Booth would come soon. She wasn't sure how long it would be before the men lost their patience.