Second chapter in 2 days. *awesome*
This update's a little longer, mostly because I have time to kill before going back to work, plus I got to write about something totally awesome. Oh yeah.
Thanks for the reviews :) ShannonandStella, I was halfway through writing this when I got the review alert for the previous chapter. Thanks!
A lot of things happened within the next twenty seconds. Josh and Shannon heard the bike start and began to sprint towards the end of the yard. Jay effortlessly kicked the bike into gear and sped off, leaving Stella to cling to the back of her kidnapper's vest in a panic. TR1 screeched into the driveway of the property, lights flashing and sirens wailing.
As the bike sped past the two officers, Josh barely jumping out of the way, Shannon quickly scooped half an old brick off the ground, and flung it at the motorbike. Jay smoothly evaded, leaving the brick to bounce, and raced away, leaving the two TR members in a cloud of dust.
Quickly pulling up, Michael jumped from the driver's seat of TR1 and leapt in front of the motorbike, confident that the rider would stop, leaving him to rescue Stella and save the day.
But nothing ever goes to plan.
The bike slowed down somewhat, and by the time Michael realised that it certainly wasn't stopping, it was too late.
Bang.
Michael was thrown a full metre and a half from the impact zone, landing heavily on his left leg, almost certainly breaking it. The rider grinned and zoomed onwards, leaving Michael to eat dust.
"Michael, you dickhead!" Lawson reached the idiotic Senior Constable first, kneeling down and examining his leg.
"Yeah, I think it's broken, thanks for asking." Michael grimaced, a tear sneaking down his face.
"Shan, grab the first aid kit. The one with the morphine whistle." Lawson stood up, shaking his head. "There's no way we can move him. Call an ambo, give him the whistle, then the four of us move out. We can't let Jay get away."
Meanwhile, the kidnapper and her hostage were holed up in an old house, long abandoned, but, to Stella's surprise, still had electricity and running water.
"Right." Jay untied Stella's hands and pulled out her knife. "Take off your tactical vest, flak vest, and firearm, then put them on the table. I'm not going to hurt you, unless you hurt me. Yeah?"
Receiving a nod in reply, Jay seated herself on an old wooden chair which groaned in protest at being used, pulling out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. After she'd lit up, and Stella had removed her vests and gun, Jay took a long drag.
"Sit down." She pointed to another chair.
Stella, not wanting to get beaten up, did as she was told.
"Smoke?" Jay offered the packet. Stella shook her head.
"Fine. Your loss." She threw the cigarettes on the table, then leant closer to Stella. "Here's the deal. I don't tie you back up, you don't try to run off, stab me, beat me up, so on and so forth. Comprendé?"
Stella nodded.
"You know, you are allowed to say something. Ask a question. Go on."
Stella gulped. "Why are you doing this?"
Jay laughed. "You know what? I'm not really sure. Like I said before, you stumbled into my domain, like a fly to the spider's web. It was fate." Jay took another drag of the cancer stick and blew the smoke out, then ashed out onto the dusty carpet. "You made the decision to enter without backup. I heard the three of you. Couldn't 'Josh' have waited until after the search to play with my motorcycle? Hmm?"
"I guess..."
"Stella, let me tell you my story." Jay dropped her cigarette onto the floor and stomped on it, putting it out.
"Okay. We can't go in the vehicles, that's too noisy. We have to search this place on foot."
"Are you freaking serious? There's nearly a thousand acres of land to search, and you want to do it on foot!"
"Yes Shannon, I'm serious."
Josh smirked. "You'll be regretting that, Lawson, when your feet are coated in blisters and you've got a rash so bad that you can't walk properly."
"Well then, what's your plan?" Lawson folded his arms.
"Call Airwing. Get every freaking chopper, aeroplane, even gliders, that we can to do an aerial search. This place is dry as a bone. A red motorbike stand out against brown dirt, wouldn't you agree?"
Lawson glared at Josh. "Fine. You do that."
He turned to Christian and Shannon. "Do a search around here, now. Leave nothing unturned. We need to find something that'll give us a clue about this girl."
"Copy that."
"Alright, move out!"