"You know, Sam, my partner just told me to let you go," Burt said.
"Good, can you bring me back to the hospital?" Sam asked.
"No, I'm not letting you go," Burt informed him.
"What? Why not?"
"George was just in this to get his precious Colt. Me, I'm a mercenary. Your dad's good. I think he could help me with this museum robbery I've been planning," Burt explained.
"He'll never help you," Sam asserted positively.
"You better hope for your sake that you're wrong," Burt said as he started up his Jeep and started to drive. "I've got to get you underground…literally," he laughed.
Sam gulped. Was this maniac going to bury him alive? They drove for 2 hours before heading off the path and into the woods. "Where are we going?" Sam ventured to ask.
"You'll see. Now you've been a good boy and kept your mouth shut up until now, I suggest you continue that way, unless you want your other arm broken."
Sam shut up, his already broken arm was really causing him a lot of pain.
Fifteen minutes later Burt stopped. He got out and ran to the other side of the Jeep and opened Sam's door. "Get out," he ordered. "Now walk," he said when Sam was out of the car and pointed in the direction he wanted Sam to go. Sam stumbled a couple of times as he tried to trudge up the hill.
"This would probably go easier if you uncuffed my hands," Sam pleaded.
"No," Burt answered and took his gun stock and slammed it into Sam's stomach.
Sam grunted and went down on his knees. Burt walked ahead of him about 10 feet, reached down and pulled up an iron grating that Sam hadn't noticed. "Get in," Burt said, motioning to what amounted to an underground cage.
Sam struggled to his feet, but instead of heading toward Burt and the cage he tried to run in the other direction. Pretty stupid with only a 10 foot head start, a broken arm that was cuffed to his good arm, and a real big pain in the gut. Burt was on him in probably less than ten minutes.
"Looks like I need to teach you a lesson, boy." He grabbed a huge, sharply pointed rock and slammed into Sam's leg with it, breaking it. He then grabbed Sam under the shoulders, dragged him to the cage and unceremoniously shoved him in. "I'll be back in three days, boy. Then we'll call your daddy. We have to make sure he's good and worried about you." He clanged the cage door shut and locked it with a padlock. "By the way, don't worry about being disturbed. Hikers never come up here." Burt laughed as he walked back to the car.