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Dan moved around uncomfortably. It wasn't that he didn't trust Hamilton's driving, but… Alright, he didn't trust Hamilton's driving. He drove worse than Nellie, which was saying a lot, since Nellie almost never followed any traffic laws.
Still, the driving wasn't what was making him uncomfortable. It was the thought that he had dragged Atticus into this world, his world, and made him the target of the most dangerous woman alive. What was he going to do? He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Amy's number. He didn't press call, but instead tucked his phone into his pocket. He began to relax. He felt the relief of knowing that if it came to it, he could call Amy by simply pressing one button. But it wouldn't come to that.
I hope. He thought, but he knew that it most likely would. He's never done anything without Amy. This is my chance. Dan thought, I can prove I don't need Amy. I can do this on my own.
For the first time a smile crept across his face as a wave of confidence washed over him. Little did he know it would soon be shattered.
…
Amy sat down in her room and just cried. Dan was in trouble, that much she knew. He was pushing away from her, and that was what scared her. She wiped the tears from her face. Crying wasn't going to help anything.
There suddenly was a knock at the door. She wiped her eyes again, and then answered the door. No one was outside, so she shrugged and closed the door. She wasn't expecting the fist hurtling at her when she turned around. It hit her directly in the nose, and she flew back. She hit the door with a thud, and feel to the floor, as she felt the blood begin to flow out of her nose.
She felt the man lift her off the floor, suddenly feeling herself be thrown across the room. She landed on the glass table, and felt it shatter below her. The pain spread through her body, filling every inch of her. She tried to stand up but could only manage to her knees. She was too weak, and she collapsed back down. She rolled over to face her attacker. It was a man she has never seen before, although she could recognize him from somewhere.
Then it hit her. It was one of Isabel's men. She had seen him during the Clue Hunt. She could barely manage a scream as the man pulled out a gun and pointed it directly at her head.
Everything happened so fast. She heard the gun shot but it missed. She looked at the man, to which he smugly smiled back. "Not yet." He said, "She wants the honor of killing you herself."
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When they arrived at the hotel, Dan ran out of the car, trying to keep himself from throwing up. Who the hell gave Hamilton a driver's license?! He thought. The nausea was starting to fade, until Hamilton slapped Dan on the back, causing the feeling to rush back.
"Great idea to stay at a hotel little buddy." Hamilton complimented. Suddenly a thought crossed Dan's mind. Trust no one. Surely he could trust Hamilton… couldn't he? Someone did have to break Isabel out of prison. That seems like something only a Cahill would do… Someone who wanted the clues, maybe even enough to work with someone as malevolent as Isabel.
What if it was Hamilton? Why not Hamilton? After all, he did try to kill Amy and him in Philadelphia. Dan looked nervously over at him. His mind was racing. He didn't know what to do.
Hamilton unlocked the door and walked inside, followed shortly by Dan. He was right; he was walking into a trap. But not a trap set by Hamilton.
The sound of a gun rang through the air and Hamilton collapsed in front of him. He raced over to him, quickly applying pressure to the wound. Tears began to roll down his face as Hamilton slowly closed his eyes.
Dan looked up at their attacker to see they were alone in the room. A gun had been set up to shoot as soon as the door was opened. Dan looked back at Hamilton and checked for a pulse. With where the bullet hit him, it would've been too high for Dan.
Isabel had killed Hamilton, and Dan was going to kill her if it was the last thing he ever did.
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"You okay?" Atticus heard someone call to him. He looked over to see that it was Ian.
Or should I say Dan's boyfriend? He thought angrily. "I'm fine."
"Look, I know you've had a lot to take in, and it's not fair for you to be dragged into this, but-"
"You're right! It's not fair! It's not fair that my best friend lied to me! It's not fair that I traveled halfway across the world to try to make sure he's okay and instead I get beaten up and kidnapped! It's not fair he kept that stupid Clue Hunt from me and that he didn't even tell me he was gay! So don't tell me you know it's not fair, because it's equally as much your fault were here!"
Ian's face has a look of pain stricken across it. Perhaps he had taken things too far. He knew Ian had a lot of stuff to deal with by himself. He opened him mouth to apologize, but before he could, Ian spoke.
"Yes, you are right, this is my fault. But it is not mine alone. This is the fault of my ancestors for setting up that blasted Clue Hunt. The search is what turned my mother into the monster that she is today. But dragging you into this was the worst thing to happen, and I swear I will get you out of this."
A smile spread across Atticus' face. For the first time since he got here he felt some form of safety. "Sorry I yelled, I just, lost it."
Ian smiled back. "It's okay, I would've yelled too. Now I need your help. I have a plan to get out of here."
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Isabel smiled. It was great having eyes and ears everywhere. Her son has a plan to escape. Ha! Once Ian knows her plan he going to be begging her to go back into the holding cell. And she might let him. If he cooperates. "Now the waiting game begins," She thought aloud. "As the world starts to end."
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