Chapter 25

Tony had been placed in a small room not much bigger than a closet. It was about as dark as one also. His hands had been cuffed in front of him and one foot had been shackled to the floor to prevent escape.

He smelled faint traces of moth balls probably from some of the clothes that had been placed in a trunk in the back corner.

He tried to get out of the handcuffs. He had to get out of that room and find his partner. Langston had said to keep the two of them separated. He knew why. It was to keep the both of them unbalanced and to assure that one would not do anything for fear of the other one being hurt or worse.

At this point he had no idea if Bryan was okay or not, which is why he had to get out. He wanted to find him and then go looking for Sam and Dean. He knew Dean was hurt pretty bad and he knew that Sam was about to go crazy. He needed to get away so that he could help them.

Tony laid his head back against the wall and thought about things. They should have never left Sam alone in the clinic. When were they ever going to learn that. If they had just stayed with him, maybe he would not have been taken. He tugged at the handcuffs and when that didn't work, he tugged at the chain around his ankle. He knew he couldn't get the shackle off, it was to tight, but if he could loosen the chain, then maybe he'd stand a chance of escaping.

He thought about Langston. He never did like the man, but He would have never believed he was a part of something as bad as this. He had no doubt he was a dangerous man. He had proven that more than once over the years, but being a cop made him even more so.

"Shit!" he said angrily as he continued to tug on the chain. It was no use. He couldn't loosen it from the floor. It was bolted down tight. He sat back against the wall frustrated and breathing hard. He racked his brain trying to think of another way out.

Bryan, on the other hand, had been placed in a shed outside the main house. It was also dark and damp, like a root cellar. He had also been shackled to the floor with a length of chain that had been bolted down tight. His hands, however, were free. He thought about Tony. He was worried. No doubt about it. He didn't know if he was okay or not and he didn't like not knowing.

He kicked himself for not waiting on Sam to go upstairs with him. He'd left him alone. He knew better. After all the things they'd been through together, he knew better than to leave the young man alone. Especially with everything that's been after him and his brother.

In Langston's library, when the gunman produced the handcuffs, Bryan had at once held out his hands in front of him, hoping they'd cuff them there, but they cuffed them behind him instead.

If he had not appeared worn down, had not seemed meek and resigned to his fate, they might would have left the cuffs on him when they moved him and threw him in the shed, but they didn't. They shackled his ankle, but had taken off the cuffs. If they had not, reaching the revolver in his ankle holster would have been more difficult.

When they had searched him, he had held his breath, knowing that if they had found the gun it would have been the end for him and his partner. When they had searched him, they had done it so fast, that they missed the gun, and when they had shackled his ankle, he was very careful to give them the one that did not have the holster attached.

Jason had even commented on Bryan's weariness. They had thought he was tired, and he was, but not that tired.

They thought they knew the kind of man he was and maybe they did, but what they didn't know, was the kind of man he could become when the life of his friends were at stake.

Sam and Dean Winchester were his friends. Tony was closer to him than a brother. Both of them had promised to look after the two young hunters and that was exactly what they would do. Just as soon as they got out of there.

He felt the same way about Jack and more recently, Brad. Him and Tony had made up their minds to watch out for them all. He knew that the others felt the same way about him and Tony.

"Yes," he thought. "When the lives of his friends were at stake he could very easily forget about being a cop, and because of that, forget about the rules." Bryan had a temper. It wasn't as prevalent as Tony's but when he's mad, you better leave him alone. Right now he was furious.

He pulled the leg of his jeans up and retrieved the revolver. He unstrapped the holster and threw it down. He heard footsteps. They were coming. Facing the door of the shed, Bryan aimed the pistol. After a minute, he no longer heard the footsteps, just the thumping of his own heart, but then he heard the key as it was placed in the lock of the door.

In his minds eye, an image of Jason being shot in the head formed in his head, along with the image of his skull exploding.

As the door opened, Bryan thrust the gun forward and spread his legs, prepared to fire.

Because of the darkness of the room, Bryan's eyes had adjusted but his captor's had not. Jason opened the door all the way and Bryan squeezed off a round. He heard the crash and felt the recoil. He watched as Jason fell over dead. Mike came running.

"Hold it!" yelled Bryan when he got to the room. Mike froze, throwing up his hands. "Get over here," he ordered. Mike looked down at the dead form of his partner and reluctantly walked over to Bryan.

"Take off the shakle," said Bryan. "Real slow." Mike slowly extracted a key from his pocket, knelt down and let Bryan go. Bryan grabbed the man, and spun him around.

"Hands on the wall," he instructed. Mike did as he was told.

"You're not going to get away," said the guard.

"Watch me," replied Bryan and searched him, removing his gun and shackling his foot to the floor. He looked inside the chamber. It was empty. Bryan frowned and threw it down.

"Where is my partner," he asked the guard. Mike didn't answer.

"Answer me!" warned Bryan, "or he's not going to be the only one dead."

"In the main house. Second floor. Second room on the left but you'll never get out of here. Not alive anyway." said Mike.

"Thanks so much for your cooperation," said Bryan sarcastically and left, locking the man inside the shed. Slowly and carefully, he walked up to the main house and entered the front door. He waved his gun in every direction, sweeping the room. He located the stairs and cautiously made his way up and over to the second room on the left. He opened the door slowly, and ducked when another guard swung a piece of wood at his head.

"Bryan!" yelled Tony. "Look out!"

"Shit!" yelled Bryan and hit the floor. He scrambled to his feet and whirled around.

"Hello Bryan." said the guard. "Now why did I know you would try this?" He had walked over to Tony and aimed the gun.

"Drop it!" yelled the guard. "Now!" Bryan looked at the current situation Tony was in and did as he was told.

"Now get in here!" Bryan walked completely into the room.

"Listen," he tried.

"Shut up," the man replied, not giving Bryan a chance to say a word. He walked behind Tony. There wasn't much he could do because 1. He was still shackled to the floor so he couldn't get away even if he was to overpower the man, and 2. His hands were still cuffed in front of him. The guard pressed the gun to the back of Tony's head.

"Okay Bryan," the man said. "You will go let Mike go. If you're not back in 5 minutes I'll blow him away. If you think I'm kidding just try me. Nemesis doesn't want you two. Langston does."