Joey peered out the window. Charlie had been right. Their exit would be hidden, but not for long. The fence line was at least fifteen or so meters away, and unfortunately, there was nothing but open space in between. They'd be completely visible to Pee Wee and Brodie, unless they somehow got lucky and those idiots were looking the other way. Given how things were currently progressing, Joey doubted she and Charlie would ever be so lucky. Still, it would at least give them more of a chance than just staying here waiting for them to come in. She looked to Charlie.

"Ok, you ready to do this?" said Joey.

"Not really," admitted Charlie. "But I'd rather not stay here." She'd actually rather call the cops for help, but if she did that, she knew Joey would only be even more determined to leave before they got here, and in doing so, put herself at greater risk by going it alone. Once more Charlie found herself at odds with who she was, all because of Joey. The cop in her knew that calling for help was the right decision, the only responsible decision, yet still she couldn't do it, and she knew damn well why she couldn't, just as she now realised why her more recent behaviour was uncharacteristic for her. Hell, she couldn't even say those three words that was the cause of her behaviour, and as each minute went by with silence from her, she feared her chance had passed.

"Are you ok, Charlie?" Joey asked when she noticed her pensive expression.

"Just worried about what happens next," Charlie said, not a complete lie. She was worried, bloody worried in fact. Their next move was potentially their most dangerous to date.

"Ok, here we go," said Joey.

After checking to make sure there was no alarm attached to the window, Joey gently pulled it up, wincing when the window gave a groan. Pausing to see if it had been heard, she proceeded when no one came to investigate. When it was all the way up, Joey placed the end of a ruler between the sill and the fly wire screen. The clips holding the screen offered little resistance.

"Charlie, get ready to grab the screen when this last clip goes so it doesn't fall and make a noise," she told her.

Charlie moved into place next to Joey.

"Ready?" said Joey.

"Ready," replied Charlie, then nearly lost her grip when the screen came free, but managed to control it just in time and set it down against the outside wall.

"We're not going to have much time to do this," Joey warned as she prepared to climb through the window.

"We don't have any time at all," muttered Charlie.

"Fuck," Joey said when she saw what Charlie meant. Two other figures were moving toward the building and were now between them and the fence. Joey ducked beneath the window with Charlie, hoping they hadn't been seen, but there was no way the open window and fly screen would go unnoticed.

"Maybe they'll think we already got out," Charlie whispered.

"Joooo-eeeey," came a sing-song voice.

"Double fuck," muttered Joey.

"We know you're in there."

"Do you know who she is?" Charlie asked her.

"A psychotic bitch who enjoys hurting people a little too much," replied Joey. "Tegan Callahan."

Charlie had heard of her and agreed with Joey's description of her. From what the Police knew, though had never been able to prove, Tegan Callahan had been linked to numerous disappearances and violent acts of torture, and right now, she and Joey were caught between her and Pee Wee.

"Are you two friendly at all?" said Charlie, and she failed to notice the sudden discomfort Joey had at the question. "Like can you talk to her or something?"

"I'm pretty confident in saying there are no words available that would stop that crazy bitch from enjoying slicing us up."

"What the fuck are you two doing here?" Pee Wee hissed as he rounded the corner of the building.

"Brax said you finally answered the phone and told him where you were," Tegan replied. "He called us immediately afterward because he doesn't trust you to not fuck up again," she smugly added.

"Fuck you."

"No thank you," she said.

"Where's Brodie?" Hayley asked.

"The other side, keeping an eye on their car and the backdoor to this place."

"So they're definitely in there?"

"Brodie heard them inside and we haven't seen them leave."

"What about through that open window?" Tegan said, pointing to said window. "Did you even notice that?"

"Shit," mumbled Pee Wee. "Nah, we'd still have seen them if they left," he assured them, though a little less confidently. "Besides, we know Joey was injured, and so she can't get too far away without a car," he said.

"How do you know she's hurt?" asked Tegan.

"We found blood on the driver's seat of their car, and it had to be Joey driving, that's how," he said somewhat snarkely.

"Well there's no way that piece of twig cop could have carried Joey on her own, which means Joey can't be that badly hurt if she can walk," Tegan couldn't resist pointing out.

"Twig cop?" hissed an eavesdropping and outraged Charlie, only to be shushed by Joey.

"They're in there," Pee Wee asserted. "Now why don't you just shut the fuck up."

"My, aren't we in a mood."

"Fucking cunt," he muttered as he turned and walked back toward where Brodie was.

"What do we do now?" Charlie whispered.

"We could try and find somewhere to hide in here and hope they go away," Joey suggested with a shrug.

Charlie looked down at the gun in her hand. After losing her knife during her fight with the men earlier, this was her only weapon.

"Or we can shoot our way out," said Joey when she saw how Charlie was looking at her gun.

"That seems even more suicidal now that it's 4-to-2 in their favour."

Charlie was right. Joey sighed in defeat. "Ok, we call the cops, and hope they get here in time."

"Joey."

"If it's the only way to protect you Charlie, then I'm willing to face the consequences of my actions with the police."

Charlie was speechless. Joey had confessed her love for her, and now to give up her freedom for her, was almost too much for Charlie.

"I think you should be the one to make the call though," Joey told her.

"There's a phone in the other room," Charlie said, grateful to have a moment away from Joey to gather her thoughts. "I'll go and make the call." She started to crawl toward the door, then stopped. "Thank you Joey."

"Don't thank me just yet," she said. "Not until we both get out of here in one piece."

Tegan knew they still were in there, she could sense it. How to get to them though, was the problem. Rushing in was stupid. Even a wounded Joey was a dangerous Joey, especially if she was armed. They needed a way to flush them outside or to get them to surrender. She smiled when it came to her.

"Hails, how about you get our little treat for Joey from the car boot," Tegan said with a malicious tone.

"Right away babe."

"What are you smirking at?" an annoyed Pee Wee asked of his friend.

"While you were chatting with Tegan, I was making sure those women can't contact anyone on the outside," Brodie replied with a snigger, feeling extremely pleased at his own initiative.

One look at Charlie's expression when she returned to the room, told Joey all she needed to know. They were screwed.

"There's no dial tone," Charlie informed the unsurprised Joey. "They must have cut the phone line outside."

"Fuck," Joey muttered, wishing now she'd found the time to steal another mobile. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Could this day get any worse?