( Guys, thank you all SO much for the love and interest in HHL and making it my fic with the most reviews! I'm glad you like it and thankful for the support. Now there were some very interesting points in reviews I want to clarify. I researched cars with the smallest trunks, and, from my understanding, the Audi R8 was a top choice for that. The blood flow is an excellent problem and if it comes to that, Mason is in a whole lot of trouble; as is Kyle. Mason is only immobilized by one hand and one foot, but he is claustrophobic, does not have the keys, has little air, food and drink; and is alone with Kyle's partner; so, though he can actually move at least a bit; it won't necessarily save his life.)
Sydney's pov
As I stood guard near my fiance's car, which was holding our suffering prisoner; I reflected on how I had gone from the future Mrs. Jameson Reagan to where I was now. I was engaged to my true soulmate and had found my true calling. At last. I had since ditched the life of the law, opting for a life of thrill and luxury with Kyle and his missions instead. Besides, this ought to be revenge enough for Jamie trying to con me; proposing as a lawyer and wanting to marry me as a beat cop... I had to put up quite the front after being conned; even coming to see him graduate the academy hurt so much after he flipped the switch on me and pulled that total 180; but it had all been worth it in the endgame of life. At the time, though I was less than thrilled with his decision, my heart still stood with him; until the London job offer and our breaking off the engagement.
While I was in London, I ran into Kyle at the bakery on a rainy Friday afternoon;October 13th; and at first I had been scared when I felt myself starting to fall for him. But soon, he showed me his life and lifestyle and all that could be done with it that otherwise could not be accomplished; and I was in. This lifestyle also brought me to find my soulmate in Kyle, so, it really was a win-win; except for our victims. Not that we cared about them anyway. We could not afford to in our line of work.
I could tell that Mason was claustrophobic, and that just made everything we were doing to him that much sweeter; aside from his annoying, delusional, yet at the same time refreshing shouts of despair to let him out. Ha! As if... At least the trunk of the car muffled the sound quite a bit and we were in a deserted, field-like area. If we did not need him alive-ish as a bargaining chip; I would have just gagged him; taking away his ability to drink and eat. But having his life still available, yet on the line; would come in handy; especially with a person like Jamie. A person with a kind heart and strong morals, who; aside from tricking me, would do any and everything to protect those he cared about. Bored of simply playing guard dog to a hostage I could not even torture, I wondered what Ky was doing with the Reagan's and how everything was going on his front.
Mason's pov
I could scarce believe my ears, hoping it was not true. The voice I recognized, standing guard over my prison was none other than Sydney Davenport; our old classmate and Jamie's ex- fiancee. But why was she working with Kyle? I frantically twisted and turned, shouting for mercy; only to have my pleas fall on deaf ears. I am definitely going to die. I rested my face in my arms and started to silently cry. This was truly the end. Not only for me, but most likely for Jamie as well.
Kyle's pov
From here on out, this was going to be a piece of cake. The hardest thing I had to face from now on was deciding when, where and with what to hurt Harvard's golden boy. All fun choices; and so many options to choose from! This was hard... I wanted his death to be slow and painful. Very, VERY painful. After all, HE'S the reason I am like this. Bitter. How DARE people say he scored better than me?! That ANY of them did?! Besides, if they were so much smarter than I am; how did they not see my attack coming? How come eight out of ten fell dead in one smooth swoop? How come Mason is slowly losing his battle with death far , far away as per my command? How did I find out where they would all be and that they were coming earlier? And how did I have my own contribution in the death of Jamie's beloved older brother and best friend, Joseph Connor Reagan? That's right; even before Syddy was the Bonnie to my Clyde, I was there having to try to prove that I was the true mastermind; and no one else. I was the one who found out the Blue Templar was still around, infiltrated as a cop, made the group dirty; infiltrated the higher ups and influenced them to hire Joe Reagan. I did not, however, have the pleasure of killing him; wanting to remain untraceable. I did get to watch; popcorn, camera and all. My first strike against the Reagan family and Jamie in particular.
They say 'three strikes, you're out', right? Joe, the eight visitors... that's two strikes. I wonder who will be lucky number three... Mason, or Jamie himself? Either one was just fine; but the best would be both. Yeah, that was the end goal. And for the Reagan family to see me kill their precious Jamie while disguised as Mason. To feel guilty about how they did not see it sooner. How they were responsible for his death, just as he was responsible for my actions; not that I condoned them; I am just saying had he not stolen my rightful place as top of the class, none of this would have happened. I also was dying for him to meet my fiancee. I LOVE being me.