Chapter Eight The Night Of The Misdirection
Jim West squatted on the floor of the cage, when he grabbed the pipe and pulled himself up. He checked and was thankful that his captors, while they had removed his explosives and other assorted gadgets had not removed his cuff links. Thank god Winoma was able to place back his shirt before coming here.
He pried loose fell away. He quickly dropped to the floor of the cage, rubbing his wrists. He went over to the door and examined the lock. He removed his remaining cuff link and jammed it onto the lock and smashed it with the heel of his hand. It too began to smoke then flames out of the lock. The locked popped open.
He stood motionless for a few seconds to see if his progress had been noticed. When he heard nothing, he then went looking for his wife, as he found her on the other side asleep tied to a small bed.
In a corner, he finds a small keg, gun powder poured out. How careless of them to leave this stuff lying around. Jim said as he removed his shirt tail tearing off several strips. He made several small ones, which he shoved deep into his boots, while getting his wife to wake her before hearing approaching foot steps.
She wake quickly looking up. "Jim!"
"Sssh!, I hear foot steps, stay sleep while I try to catch them off guard."
He hid behind the crates of dynamite and made his way to stand behind the door. He hid behind the door as he heard a key turn on the lock. The door opened and West hoisted the keg of gun powder over his head. When the figure entered the room far enough West threw the keg at the back of the man.
He merely flinched and turned to face Artemus surprising him.
"Jim we need to get out of here now, I was able to knock out Andrea and Loveless henchmen, but no where to be seen is Loveless." Artemus smiles wile looking over at Winoma getting off the bed.
But before leaving... "That was most unwise, Mr. Gordon and Mr. West, brave to say the least but still most unwise." Dr. Loveless said.
"Well, you gotten to give me credit for trying, Miguelito." Artemus spat his name.
"Oh I much prefer Dr. Loveless especially from the likes of you." He turned to face the both men and the woman.
However there was a bit of a surprise when shows up with her rifle with a posse behind her...
"Opps!" She says to Loveless having followed them against orders from Artemus Gordon.