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Chapter 17

He must appear fearful but more than fearful, despairing. He was beginning to abandon hope. He was afraid to fight.

"Please tell me where my brother is," Sam pleaded. Langston looked at him, eyes full of hate.

"You will do as you're told Sam. I mean it. You know what my boss told you would happen if you don't. We're watching you Sam. We are everywhere. We know what you're thinking, what you're feeling and where you're at every second of the day. I am manipulating you Sam. Understand?"

"Yes," said Sam.

"Good, now we need to teach you a lesson," said Langston. He rose to his feet. With his right arm extended full length, he pointed the pistol at Sam's face. "Stand up!" he said

Meeting the blind stare of the pistol, Sam rose from the chair. The two gunmen moved to new positions, as though their intent was to shoot Sam from all three directions. He swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Take off your jacket and put it on the table. Do it slow Sam or I may just get trigger happy," said Jason. Sam did as he was told, then followed instructions to turn out the pockets of his jeans.

One of the gunmen picked up Sam's jacket and searched the pockets removing a knife. He threw it to Langston who caught it and opened the blade. He shook his head. "Search him head to toe," he said. Jason shoved Sam over to the table and made him place his hands on top of it, then searched him, removing another gun from an ankle holster. This he also threw to Langston.

"You're being a very bad boy Sam," he said and put the knife and the gun in his own pocket. The only other things he had on him was his cell phone, wallet and car keys.

Jason took a plastic bag from his pocket and placed Sam's cell phone in it. He took the cash out of Sam's wallet and threw the wallet on the floor pocketing the cash. They also placed the keys to the Impala in the bag.

Sam remained on his feet waiting.

Langston put the plastic bag in his pocket and nodded to the two gunmen. They grabbed Sam on each side holding him still. He started to fight but Langston put the gun right between his eyes and cocked the hammer.

"Don't," he said. Sam froze. He didn't move a muscle.

"Now Sammy," said Langston.

"Do not call me Sammy!" he said through clenched teeth. Langston lowered the gun and hit him hard in the stomach. He grunted and would have fallen if not for the fact that the two gunmen held him up.

"Now Sammy," said Langston again. "You will obey. You will not resist. You will eventually beg." He nodded to the two gunmen once again. One of them produced a pair of handcuffs and cuffed Sam's hands behind his back.

"You seem very tired," said Langston.

"Funny how tired," replied Sam. He didn't bother to check the cuffs. They were tight and the shackle chain between the wrists was short.

"You might even fall asleep on the way," said Langston.

"Where are we going," asked Sam fearfully.

"I knew a guy who fell asleep one night on a drive like the one you're taking. It was almost a shame to wake him up once we got there." Langston looked at Jason. "Let's get him moved," he said. Jason nodded. He and the other gunmen each took an arm and led Sam out the clinic door.

Bryan and Tony had already run out the front door, guns drawn. "Hold it!" yelled Bryan. Jason pulled Sam back to him. The other gunman stepped close to the first so that if Tony or Bryan pulled the trigger, Sam would be the one to get shot, and not them. Langston came around the back behind the two cops and grabbed Tony, placing his gun at the base of Tony's skull.

"Drop the gun Tony," said Langston and cocked his. Bryan whirled around and pointed his gun at Langston. Tony dropped his gun, but Bryan continued to hold onto his.

"Bryan before you do what you're thinking you better look," said Langston and nodded toward the house. A third gunman had went upstairs and had grabbed Brad. He was now at the door, a revolver pressed to his temple. Bryan winced. If he had Brad that meant Jack had been knocked out or hurt, or worse. He looked at Langston.

"Let him go," he said.

"Nope," said Langston. "Not gonna happen. Drop yours or I'll blow him away." Bryan hesitated for a second. He looked up at Brad, then Tony and finally Sam and all the ones that were holding them. He knew he'd never be able to shoot them all so he did as he was told and dropped his gun.

"Let's go," said Langston and backed up and into the clinic dragging Tony with him. Bryan raised his hands and followed; afraid the detective would kill his partner if he didn't. Langston opened the cell and shoved them both inside, then locked it back.

The third gunmen shoved Brad down the stairs and into the cell, locking him in with Tony and Bryan.

"Jack!" said Brad nervously.

"I'll cuff him to his bed upstairs," said the third man, then walked over to take the sedative that Brad had given to him the day before.

"NO!" yelled Brad and watched as the man pulled up a double dose into a syringe.

"Please," said Brad. "You'll kill him if you give him that much! He'll go into cardiac arrest!"

"Oh well," said the man and went upstairs. He cuffed Jack to his bed and administered the sedative, then left Jack to his fate. He walked outside. Langston came out of the basement.

"Let's go Sam," he said. They pulled him to the trunk of a car and opened it up. The gunman's vigilance never wavered during the walk. Langston shoved Sam over to it. "Get in," he said. Sam did as he was told and laid inside in the fetal position. Jason took some rope and tied his ankles.

"You can't unlock it from the inside," said Jason's partner, whose name was Mike. "It's made special to keep some one inside. Just like a cop car."

Jason continued where Mike left off. "We'll be on back roads where no one will hear you, if you make a lot of noise, so it won't do you any good."

Sam said nothing.

Langston said, "It'll just piss us off. Then we'll be harder on you when we get there than we have to be."

"I don't want that," said Sam.

"No Sam. You don't want that. Trust me," replied Langston.

"Can't you put me in the backseat?" asked Sam.

"Nope," said Langston, "and just so you know. We're not taking you to the same place we're holding Dean." He slammed the lid to the trunk plunging Sam into darkness and the darkness was absolute.