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Road Trip

It feels like I have lost this fight.
They think that I am staying down,
But I'm not giving up tonight.
Tonight the wall is coming down!
I am stronger than my fears.
This is the mountain that I climb.
Got 100 steps to go,
Tonight I'll make it 99.
~One More by Superchick

"I went on a trip and on this trip I took an alien, a baboon, a chimpanzee, a door, an elephant, and a ferris wheel."

Henley and Daniel stared at Merritt who just smirked and gestured to Henley who sighed, but played along. To be fair, it wasn't the oddest item Merritt had suggested. They had played far to many rounds of this and other children's games, but no one, not even Daniel, objected to harshly. Anything was better than simply sitting there in silence and Merritt had an uncanny ability to find games that were challenging enough to make it interesting and keep their minds occupied.

"I went on a trip and on this trip I took an alien, a baboon, a chimpanzee, a door, an elephant, a ferris wheel, and a gorilla."

"You used gorilla two games ago." Merritt chided cheerfully.

"A goat then." Henley amended.

"Atlas used that last game."

"A Galapagos turtle then!" Henley snapped aggravated.

"Actually," Merritt started to say, but quickly corrected himself after Henley's warning glare. "That works. You're up, Danny-boy."

It had been a long few days, though none of the three were exactly sure how long it had actually been. They knew at least two days had passed judging by the food they were given twice a day. Though they were confined to the empty room for the majority of the day, they were led out several times a day to go to the bathroom and twice they had been given the luxury of a shower, though it was negated by the lack of clean clothes. At first these excursions had seemed a likely avenue of escape, but it quickly became obvious that any attempt at escape would end with one of them dead or dying. At each break, the Horsemen were handcuffed, blindfolded, and individually led from the room by a guard who held a gun to their side the entire time with the threat that if one made even the smallest wrong move, the others would be the ones to pay for it.

Despite the threats they issued on a daily basis to the others, none of the Horsemen were willing to sacrifice the others and so they never attempted an escape. The camera in the corner of the door had bothered them until Merritt carefully balanced his hat which had somehow made the trip with him and blocked any view Bradley might have had. There was nothing they could do about the microphones except to annoy their captor to the point of turning them off. Which was what Merritt had turned too immediately with Henley and Daniel eventually joining in out of sheer boredom.

"I went on a trip and on this trip I took an alien, a baboon, a chimpanzee, a door, an elephant, a ferris wheel, a Galapagos turtle, and a ham." Daniel recited monotone, resisting the urge to beat his head against the wall. Or Merritt's.

"You two just aren't creative." Merritt pouted, but continued the game. "I went on a trip and…"

Whatever creative item Merritt was going to come up with was interrupted as the deadbolt unlocked and the door swung up. The Horsemen got to their feet as three armed men entered the room with guns drawn, motioning for the captives to go to separate corners. Doing as they were told, the three moved to separate corners and waited, confused as it had only been a few hours since the last bathroom break and typically the time in between was longer. A fourth man entered the room with three sets of handcuffs and blindfolds. He moved to Henley first who hid her anger and held her hands out to allow herself to be handcuffed. After blindfolding her, the man did the same to Daniel and Merritt. Once the magicians were secured, the other three guards each grabbed one of the Horsemen by the arm and placed the gun barrel at the prisoner's side safely pointed away, but close enough to serve as a warning. Blindfolded, the Horsemen had no choice but to follow the man guiding them through the house.

It soon became clear that this was not the typical bathroom break. For one, they had been left instead of right and they had never gone down stairs as they did now. It was a slow process, and each magician nearly tripped several times but they managed to make it down the stairs without harm. They were led down a hall before a door was opened and a sudden rush of hot air and a cool breeze gave away that they had been led outside. Merritt concentrated, but he couldn't feel the sun and somewhere in the distance a bullfrog croaked. The heat and humidity confirmed his suspension that they were in the South, probably near New Orleans knowing Bradley. Though he couldn't see, the lack of sun led him to believe that it was either night or early morning. He didn't have long to try and figure anything else out as they were led along a wooden walkway and back inside. After a short hallway they were led up another set of stairs, down a longish hall, and, after having the blindfolds and handcuffs removed, were shoved none-to-gently into a room. The door slammed shut and the Horsemen were left in darkness.

"The least they could do would be leave a bottle of champagne for a house-warming gift." Merritt joked half-heartedly.

Daniel scoffed as the three took in their new prison. It was immediately apparent that this room had not been intended to serve as a holding cell like the other had been. Though there were no windows, light slipped in from the cracks above and beneath the door. A few minutes of searching didn't lead to a light switch on the wall like the other room, but Merritt found a simple rope that threatened to break but held to allow an old lightbulb to sputter to life. Though it barely provided enough light to chase back the shadows and the constant buzzing was concerning, it did the job and allowed the three to better study the room.

It was longer than the other, but far narrower with just barely enough room for them to stretch out without hitting the walls. While the other could have served as a small bedroom, this room clearly served as a closet on a normal day. Holes dotted the yellowing walls where shelves had been removed and torn off bits of cardboard from old boxes had been left behind on the rough wooden floor. A small ventilation duct was in the far corner of the ceiling, but it was far to small to fit even their heads through. The door, as Henley soon discovered, was not even close to the strength of the other and held no lock beyond the simple door lock. Through the crack beneath the door they could see two pairs of feet. Evidently Bradley was going to make up for the lack of strength in the cell by the strength of his guards. The final difference came after several silent minutes of searching: there was no camera in the room. A good thing, as they had been forced to leave Merritt's hat behind.

"Why would they move us here?" Henley finally asked.

"Maybe they needed to clean it?" Merritt suggested.

"Or." Daniel said slowly, a horrible thought forming. "Or they needed it to hold someone else."

"Jack." Henley gasped.

"Or Dylan." Daniel confirmed.

"They would have put them with us surely." Merritt frowned, but as much as he wanted to he couldn't deny that Daniel had a point. But he shook his head. "There wasn't enough excitement. If they had Jack or Dylan then those guards would have been a lot more tense. I don't think they have them."

"Then why move us?" Daniel asked, upset to have his theory torn apart, but also grateful.

"Maybe Jack and Dylan knew where they was holding us," Henley suggested. "Or maybe Bradley knows something we don't."

"Oh he definitely knows something we don't." Merritt replied without humor. "He knows a lot that we don't."

"But this is a good thing." Even as the words came out of his mouth, Daniel's mind was racing to formulate a plan. "No, hear me out. Bradley was worried that Jack and Dylan would be able to find the room he had us in with no problem, so he had to move us."

"So they don't know where we are." Merritt huffed. "Great. Right back to square one."

"They moved us to a new, less secure room." Daniel paused, pacing around the narrow room as if searching for something. "We're magicians. We can find our own way out and save Jack and Dylan the trouble of rescuing us. Not to mention the embarrassment we'd save from having to be rescued."

"Maybe you'd be embarrassed," Merritt teased, "But I think I make a great damsel in distress."

Henley laughed while Daniel rolled his eyes and the two go to work studying every inch of the room. Merritt watched for a few moments, secretly wishing he had expanded into escape artistry, before shrugging and sinking to the floor where he could keep both an eye and a ear on the door and, more importantly, the guards outside who were sure to grow board of guarding a flimsy door and begin to talk. For several minutes all was silent save for the shuffling of feet and the occasional cough. As was typical, it was Merritt who broke the silence.

"I went on a trip and on that trip I took an architect."