Chapter 11
I'm sooo happy to have reached my favourite part of the story (the part that is in my dream…) Hahahahaha!
And I realise the faster I post the quieter it is in the review page… Sad but . I Reached my fav part of the story! I'm SOOO Happy! I can now type without much trouble now…
I apologise if there is any oocness in any character cause… I didn't create them or owned them.
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Neal waited and gathered as much information as he could. He no longer sneaked around like he normally would in a normal con… He pretended to walk into their conversation with a smile and sometimes if he was lucky they would continue their conversation.
He also gets to explore the house, trying to figure where the basement was…
And he found it by accident… It was too cliché that he never though about a door behind a bookshelf. It nearly made him laugh.
In the beginning everyone was tensed and alert when they saw him, but they soon were all bought over by his charm, everyone started greeting him as if he was part of the family.
Even Surgei was kinder to him, buying him a fedora once when he went out.
Neal sighed, looking out of the window to see Anastasia and her men leaving.
He started having thoughts of staying here forever, which he forced out of his head immediately. There was simply no way he would developed Stockholm syndrome now that he had come so far. He started putting everything in place and smiled at his handiwork.
He took a paper clip and pen from the room and stuffed it down his pocket. Grabbing the clothes that Anastasia bought, he went down to the hidden basement and entered in silently.
"Mozzie? Alex?" He croaked.
"Neal? Oh God! You are okay right?" Alex voice called, 'This girl is sick…"
He stepped downed into he basement and saw a stretch of cell. He gasped. There were about 10 small cells and each one of them was filled.
Some were famous conmen that had vanished without a trace. They looked like they were on the verge of death.
"Oh God…" Neal whispered. They all turned their head towards him. He ran to the cell where Alex and Mozzie were held.
"What is going on?" He asked as he picked the locked.
"They are substitute for you." Mozzie replied. Neal inspected them to see if they were mistreated in anyway… They seemed to have lost weight but overall they looked rather healthy.
"Seems like they could not hold a candle to you." Alex forced a laugh.
"And what took you so long?" Mozzie complained.
"I had to gain their trust." Neal replied matter-of-factly as he pushed opened the cell door.
He threw the clothes at them, "Wear it quickly."
They took it and started changing like no one was even looking. Neal looked at the rest of the cell they all have their eyes on him. He silently apologise for not rescuing them.
"Hurry…" Neal hissed as he grabbed Alex and Mozzie, running out of the basement.
He stopped them, "I'll move first to check if the coast is clear." And he walked out of the room looking around. He saw a few maids walking towards him.
They gave him a puzzled look.
"Neal… what are you doing?" One of them asked.
He grinned, "I'm searching for a place to hide later when Anastasia come home."
They laughed, "Underneath the stairs…that is a rather good place to hide."
He pouted, "If you ladies know about it then it would not be a good place to hide."
They giggled, "Good luck to you then."
He beamed, "Thanks."
And they left.
He went back, "Lets move."
They treaded softly behind him, as Neal skipped forward to intercept anyone along the way.
They were out in the open in less than a minute.
"Wow… Neal… They really trust you." Alex praised.
"They believe I got Stockholm syndrome." Neal smiled.
"All right, long legs, No more talking or we won't have legs anymore." Mozzie snapped.
They laughed.
"So how do we exactly leave without a car?" Alex asked.
"We hitched a ride."
"Are you serious Neal? Hitch a ride?" Mozzie exclaimed.
"Relaxed… "Neal patted his shoulder.
Mozzie stared at his legs, "I may have to say farewell to you faster than I thought…"
Neal stood at the edge of the road and showed a sign, a truck stopped. "Are you guys going somewhere?"
Alex moved in, "Yes, We want to go to the closest town but our car broke down… We walked all the way here to find help."
The driver smiled, "Hop in then! I'm going to the next town too."
Neal beamed, "Thanks!"
And they all got up the truck as it moved towards their freedom.
Peter stared at all the papers he had to go through… He should be saving Neal… Not working on useless papers! He knew that Hughes wanted to distract him from thinking of Neal... But it was not helping at all. It made him more frustrated and pissed at the position he was in. They had already lost contact with Mozzie and Alex a few weeks ago… He feared the worst…they might already be dead.
He gripped the pen in his hands tighter. Whenever he asked Hughes if they are doing anything to save Neal, he simply replied they were still negotiating. What is there to negotiate about the Russian Mob? And the last time he heard… A negotiation takes really long…
You are the one I trust the most…
Peter groaned as he remembered Neal's words. If they take months or maybe even years to save Neal… then Neal… may not be his Neal anymore…
Neal may never ever trust him anymore… Peter had failed him…
He could imagine resentment in Neal's eyes.
He wanted to cry at his own uselessness.
His phone rang.
He glanced at the caller ID and it was withheld.
He groaned and picked it up, "Hello."
"SUIT!" Mozzie paranoid voice greeted him.
"Mozzie!" Peter exclaimed, "Are you okay?"
"We have saved the damsel… or the damsel saved us... But whatever it is, we had already booked air tickets. And the damsel will be back safely in our arms. Make sure to greet the Damsel at the airport. Got to go now." And he hung up.
Peter nearly danced for joy at the wonderful news, but he did let out a shout for joy. Neal was coming back. Neal WAS COMING BACK!
I feel like murdering someone but don't know who…
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