This is all Ranger...

Ranger's POV

The music we heard was 'I'm Too Sexy' and it was the ring tone that Lester programmed into mine and everyone's phone he could get his hands on. I explained this to Fiona and she said, "He wanted to put his own special ringtone on my phone, but he couldn't find the right song, so he just gave himself a boring generic one that is different from the default one.

"I can't believe they'd leave my phone here. I'm sure they guys will have tracked it and are already on their way. It just doesn't make sense."

Fiona looked at me and asked, "Does this mean that Lester knows where we are?"

"I would think so. He probably called the phone just in case I was able to answer after finding it powered on. Either that or something's wrong with the GPS on the phone and they had to locate us using cell tower triangulation."

Fiona looked around and said, "You're right. This doesn't make any sense at all. Why would the General pretend to have us arrested and then just leave us somewhere that could be found so easily? Something else is going on here."

I thought for a moment and realised that Fiona was right. "I think you're right. This feels like it might be a trap."

I looked around the warehouse and didn't see anything suspicious. I couldn't see any wires to indicate that the doors or windows were wired, but that doesn't mean there wasn't some sort of explosive device somewhere. If this warehouse is owned by the General or paid for by his department, the explosives could be built into the walls or doors themselves.

I needed to get out of my bindings and figure out a way to communicate with the outside world. I flipped my bed over and pulled the metal frame apart hoping to find something I could use. I pulled a large metal piece from the frame and started to try and sharpen it on the concrete floor. The metal was harder than the floor, so it had little effect.

Next, I used the piece of metal from the bed frame to cut the mattress. It felt like there were wire springs inside and one of them might prove useful if I can straighten one of them. I struggled to get a piece of a coil free. I bent it one way and then another in an attempt to weaken the metal. After about 15 minutes of stress on the coil, it gave way.

I looked at the coil and pulled on it to try and flatten it. It was very stiff and it was slow going and very hard on my hands. There were cuts and scratches all along my hands and they were getting slippery with my blood.

"Ranger, take a break. Let me have a go, I can pin one end under my cot and use my weight as a leverage to try and straighten the coil."

I nodded and tossed the misshapen coil across the room to Fiona. I watched as she caught the coil and did exactly what she said. She pinned one end under the foot of her cot, sat on it and then used her shoe to try and flatten the curves in the metal. It looked like she was making progress up until the point that the coil slipped out from her shoe and was thrown across the room.

I groaned but Fiona muttered and swore for about 5 minutes. Eventually, she calmed down and said, "I'm really sorry Ranger. I was making progress up until the damn thing slipped out from under me."

I was frustrated at the situation, but it wasn't Fiona's fault, so I said, "Don't worry about it. We'll figure out another way. You don't have a belt or a barrette or anything like that?"

Fiona thought for a moment and said, "Would the underwire from my bra work?"

"It might. Toss it over."

I turned my back as Fiona removed her bra and then pulled the underwire out. She weighed it down with wad of paper and then tossed it to me. I picked it up and inserted it into the lock that bound my left foot. I wiggled it around for what seemed like an hour, but in reality it was only 10 minutes before I managed to feel the lock mechanism give way. I repeated the process on my right foot and after a few more minutes, my feet were free.

I tried my luck with my hands, but they had a different lock that was much smaller. The wire didn't really fit into the lock so I had to try and file it down by rubbing it on the concrete. I tested the wire in my lock until it was worn enough to fit. I started with my left hand, but it was difficult to manoeuvre. I switched hands and had better luck on the right hand, getting it free after 15 minutes.

Now, I had had three limbs free so i had to work on the final hand. My right hand was very cut up from my earlier attempts to straighten the coil, so I took a break. I used some water from my bottle to wash my hands and then dried them on the remains of my mattress. My next attempt to free my left hand was far more successful without the blood causing the wire to slip.

As soon as I was free from my shackles, I hurried over to Fiona. Working on Fiona's locks was a lot quicker and she was free a few minutes later. The first thing we did was to go and look in the van for my phone. I found it in the wheel well and there was a moment of doubt as to whether this was done on purpose or whether it was left by accident.

Our theory of a trap was solidified moments later when it became clear that the phone was damaged so it couldn't make outgoing calls. It looked like they removed the microphone and pretty much everything that was usable on the phone. The only thing that it seemed capable of doing was ring when there was an incoming call. I doubted we could even answer it if it did ring again.

I walked towards the door and looked closely at it and the surrounding walls. I couldn't tell if there was anything in them that could prove harmful, but we'd find out pretty soon. I could hear movement outside the building.

Uh-oh... what's going on outside?