My fingers find the switch, and now we're plunged into darkness. The bouncer men seemed to be completely ignoring the passengers now, more concerned in finding me, but someone, I think it's Sam, is ushering the group towards the door, where a feeble light is glowing through.
"What are you waiting for?" I hear Cambola yell. "Get the light!" I dart across the deck to where I can remember dad and John were standing and I feel some large hands grasp hold of me.
"Sophie?" I can hear John hiss. "Is that you?"
"I can't say much for your talents of secrecy, John," I say softly. "Our cover would be blown if it wasn't." The hands release me, and I can just make out dad's figure behind me.
"I don't think now's the time to be talking about 'cover'," an American says, just as quietly. "It's Dean, not English, if you hadn't noticed."
"Pleasure to meet you, not English Dean," I say sarcastically. "I'd say we have a maximum of ten seconds before they find the light. Do you have a plan?"
"We were kinda hoping you did," said another American. "Sam, also not English."
Before I can answer, I'm grasped from behind, but this time I'm yanked backwards. I let out a small gasp of surprise, and stupidly drop my gun in the process. My captor pushes me to the floor as he retrieves my pistol.
"I prefer my food not to have bits of metal inside of them," Cambola hisses. "It does make for a very inconveniant meal." The lights flicker back into life. The bouncers are back, restraining dad, John, Sam and Dean. This is it.
I close my eyes as I hear him cock the pistol. Any second now.
The gun fires. But nothing happens. I'm sure there were to bullets in there. What happened? I open my eyes and see Mick sprawled out in front of me, a gunshot wound in his chest.
"Mick?" I exclaim, and quickly unwrap my scarf and apply pressure to the wound with it.
"Don't worry about me," he coughs, his lunicy seeming to be taken away from him in his last moments. "Tell Danny I love him." I release my hands as Mick's eyes flutter shut, and lean back from his body. I look around at the small group of men and shake my head sadly. He sacrificed his life for me when he had no call to do it.
I look back around at Cambola, enraged, but I barely see him when he pulls the trigger for the final time. I gasp as bullet rips through me. I can hear the men calling me from where they're being held. One of them manages to wrestles free, and I can just see him punch Cambola unconcious before I drop into a dreamless sleep.