Chapter8
Nick was with Jordan and the rest of the mall Gard. They'd gone outside to see what all the commotion was about. When they got there it was a large group of kids trying to break into the mall from a back entrance. Half of the group were carrying an assortment of guns. Since most of the malls older kids had gone outside they'd made the intruder's job much easier. They tied up all the guards; they had no choice but to consent to them considering the fact that they had guns.
As far as Nick understood, the kids planned to break in and take all the food and supplies from the mall. He figured there must have been a worm on the inside of the mall that gave these kids there information on it. They knew where every group in the mall stayed, where backup supplies were, and nearly every guard by name. Nick glanced at Jordan, no he could never… he thought.
A door to the room burst open suddenly, making everyone jump. They were in a far corner of the Bay being held in the back room.
"Let me go you son of a bitch!" it was Jaz. It looked like they'd finally found her too.
"Found this little slut crawling around just a little too close to here." He had a short laugh and tied her hands. "also she was carrying these boss, cut up one of our guys pretty bad. Figured you would like em." He handed her swords to a tall guy with long black hair, than pushed Jaz to the ground where the rest of them were sitting. Nick felt a small prickle of anger rise up in him.
"Never woulda caught me if it weren't for my bad leg." She muttered as she sat up. Nick had no doubt about that; Jaz was one of the fastest runners in the whole mall. She used to train like crazy, which was before the war party had gone out.
She leant over towards Nick, "I have I knife in my left back pocket, grab it."
"It's too risky, what if they see?" he didn't want to endanger anyone.
"Just do it, the worst that'll happen is them taking it away right? Once you get it try cutting yourself free." She sounded frustrated and short of breath, obviously still unsure about this herself.
They turned back to back; Nick's hands were tied behind him and Jaz's in front of her. He very carefully searched around for her pocket while trying not to look suspicious. He felt his face redden as he slid his hand into her pocket, then he felt the knife. When he heard the voice of the perpetrators leader, he froze.
"Kyle, did anyone find a radio? I could really go for some music right now." He smirked as the boy kyle said no. "well then I guess we'll just have to improvise, which one of you brats is going to sing for me?" He glanced at the tied up group and when his eyes fell upon Jaz sitting the closest to him he grinned. "You, sing for me."
"Ha! Not on your life." Jaz sneered at him.
He walked over to Jordan and put his knew sword to his neck. "well that isn't very polite. I said sing." His grin was gone and in its place a hard dead stare. She glared at him, Nick was still leaning against her and felt her tense. Although this guy pissed him off, it was just the distraction he needed.
"What would you like to hear then?" Jaz said through gritted teeth.