AN: Hey you guys, I am not dead, as you can see. :) Just wanted to tell you that I am still writing, though this is the smallest chapter I have ever written, it is here. I am sort of struggiling with school, and into the first two weeks at that. So my biggest priority is to focus on school and pass this year. Well this ramble has gone on for a while let me end it with thanking people!

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CHAPTER: 4

Pain is what he felt, and darkness is what he saw. He started to panic, but forced himself to stop before it got out of hand. He took a few breaths, grateful that he still had air. That had a calming effect; slowly he started to remember what happened.

He went to go get the money and the client had already paid Charles. He had been set up and caught by the cops prior to that. He had shot them both, but didn't get away unscratched, sustaining a small nick to the leg. After that, he had caught up with his "team". They started asking questions about the money and then…

Alex sighed, that was why his head hurt so much. The last thing he remembered was his boss lifting him off the ground by his sweatshirt, threatening him, and then…nothing. Alex should have seen that coming; he was going to get back at his boss

Alex soon found out that the darkness he saw was because his eyes were closed. He didn't dare open them on the account of the fact that he felt other people in the room. He felt stiff, shifting ground beneath him. So he certainly wasn't on a bed, and he was moving. This made him suspect he was still in the van.

But instead of the normal five people he would feel, he could only sense three people in the van. So what had happened to the other two? Before Alex could question the whereabouts of the two others, those present started speaking.

"Why were you late?" A voice rung about the back of the van.

"God, George, you don't listen. I already told you, the client wanted to talk to me."

"Okay Charles, since when do clients want to 'talk'?" George asked.

"Clients talk to me all the time. They evidently don't like you," Charles said.

Alex pinpointed exactly where they were. They were sitting opposite of each other, he could tell that much. From the sound of their voices, Charles was closest to the hatch, while George was near one of the side doors. They evidently did not want to be next to each other, big surprise there. Alex was currently on the floor in the middle of the van, facing Charles with his back to George.

Moving as carefully as possible to avoid the attention of his team, he clenched his wrist muscles to test the durability of the handcuffs. They were definitely the worst handcuffs he had ever been in – most handcuffs were made out of steel, but these felt like plastic. He came to the conclusion that they were a pair of zip-strips.

They would be a heck of a lot easier to get out of than actual handcuffs; however, his hands were still behind his back. If he tried to get out of them by using brute force right now, he would lose. If he wasn't careful he would end up twisting his shoulder. He would have to be standing up for him to get of them safely.

Alex was quiet for the next five minutes, as were George and Charles. He then decided that it was time to make his consciousness known.

Alex groaned and scrunched his eyes together in a fake act of pain. His head did hurt, though when he opened his eyes he was shocked to see Charles's face merely inches away from his own. He almost kicked Charles in the knee, which would have dislocated it, but stopped himself. He knew that if he got jittery now, things would quickly take a turn for the worse.

Charles smirked when he saw that Alex looking up at him, eyes slightly unfocused. "Hey, the brat's finally awake." He looked Alex in the eyes. "Where did you hide the money?"

"Charles, leave Danny alone," George said. "He was knocked out, and yet the first thing you do is get in his face and question him."

"Well yeah, we need that money. And he's trying to take it for himself."

"Will you get out of my face?" Alex demanded.

"Don't need to get grumpy." Charles moved out of the way, and walked over to the separating metal. "Hey, Boss, the kid woke up."

The van suddenly stopped. Charles hit his head on the metal frame; George remained upright. And Alex, who was in the process of sitting up, got knocked back down. He grumbled something about "restricted hands" that went unheard to the rest of the people in the van.

The main back door was opened, this time in a more proper manner than before. Boss stood before them, his eyes locked on Alex's.

"Get him up."

AN: Thank you for reading, now will you review? Please!

Also, I know this is going really slow, but the gang, not Scooby Doo, will meet Alex next chapter. And the next chapter will be longer! Thank you!