| After we had lunch, (about one o'clock) the phone rang. I answered. "Hello?" I asked. They hung up. I stood still for a moment in thought, before going into the kitchen where Taylor was. He looked up. "They're coming," I said. "Are you sure?" he asked. I nodded. He came towards me. "Then we have to go," he said. Moments later, he was backing one of their dirtbikes out of the garage. "Are you sure you can ride? I mean with your leg?" I asked. "Hey, by the time they're done with me I'll be in alot more pain than this. Now, get on," he ordered. I did, and we began down the road. In no time, we found we were being followed. "You might wanna speed up," I said, as we turned a corner. He looked back, and accelerated. The same three men as the night before were right behind. "Where are we going?" I asked. "I don't know," he replied. I looked back. They were tail-gating. All of a sudden, the bonnet of their van rammed the back of our bike. "Oh my God!" Taylor yelled. We turned another corner, trying to get some distance between us. It didn't work. "They're gonna nudge us off the road!" he yelled, as they rammed us again. This time, Taylor almost lost control. "We can't keep this up," he shouted, and suddenly changed direction. "You're getting rid of the bike?" I suddenly realised. Instead of answering, he pulled into the carpark of an old warehouse. As soon as he pulled the bike to a halt, we were both off, and rushing into the building. Troy, Matt and the third man followed. We rushed past all the workers (yelling out at us) to the other side of the building. When we opened a far door, we came out in another car park. "Where do we go?" I asked, as we looked around. "There!" Taylor pointed to a nearby train station. Then I noticed the train almost in. We ran for it. Well almost... Taylor couldn't exactly 'run' properly with his leg. Halfway there, we looked back to see the three men exit the building and begin to follow. We made it to the station as the doors on the train were beginning to close. We made it on, and looked back for Troy. They'd gone. "Now what?" I asked. A few people on the train were giving us - especially Taylor - strange looks. Taylor soon spotted a couple of train guards in the next carriage. We began to make our way through from the end, and into the next carriage. They saw us. "If we at least stay near them we shouldn't get too much trouble," Taylor murmured, just so I could hear. One of them approached us. "Something wrong with your leg there?" he questioned. "Yeah," he replied, not willing to say much more. "What happened?" the guard asked. "Uh..." he began, when the second guard came over to us. "Are you Jordan Hanson?" he inquired. "Why?" his eyes darted back and forth. "Are you or not?" the second guard pressed. "Yes I am," Taylor said eventually. The second guard nodded to the first. "You are wanted for a robbery a few days ago," the first guard began, taking his arm, "and I believe we have the authority to place you under arrest." Taylor's eyes widened. "Oh no..." I buried my face in my hands. We were getting close to the next station. Taylor's hands were hand cuffed for the second time within 24 hours around a rail. Then I basically lost it. "This is bad, this is bad..." I stuttered. A guard turned to me. "Is there a problem?" he asked. "Yes there is!" I exclaimed, "Don't you see that's the worst thing you could have done?!" I gestured toward Taylor. "Hey!" he got my attention. He was looking toward the platform of the station we were pulling up at. "Oh my God..." my mouth threatened to hang open. Troy and the other two were waiting to get on. "No! No way!" I shouted. "What's going on?" the second guard demanded. I rushed over to Taylor. "Go. Get off the train," he demanded. "No, I'm not leaving you," I shook my head. "You have no choice. They don't want me, they want you," he said. The train pulled to a halt. "GO!" he exclaimed. "I've got nowhere to go!" I replied, seeing they'd blocked the doors I'd have a chance of getting out. "It's too late," he murmured. The doors opened. We froze as Troy stepped in in front of us. "Well, well... I guess we finally caught up," he chuckled. We looked to the other end of the carriage to see Matt and the other man making their way toward us. "Who are you?" the first guard demanded. Troy pulled out a gun. "Your fairy godmother," he replied. The guards backed up, having no weapons on them. Troy signalled to the other two. "The key," Matt demanded. The second guard quickly searched for the key to Taylor's hand cuffs, and threw them to him. The third man silently held the guards at bay, as Troy took my arm, and Matt unlocked Taylor's hand cuffs. The passengers on the train couldn't hide their fright, though it was no match for Taylor's. He was already shaking. Once his hands were free, Matt took hold of his shoulders and slammed him against a door. "Hey! Be careful," Troy warned. Matt just glanced at him, before again hand cuffing Taylor. Troy pulled out a radio. "You there?" he said into it. "Yeah," came the crackled reply. "We're getting off at McIver, meet us there," he ordered, then put the radio away. Then Taylor and I were shoved down into a corner to wait. No passengers were aloud on or off at the following stations, up until our destination, at which we were to only ones to get off. From the platform, we were taken down to a path under the tracks, and once again shoved to the ground. The third captor was told to go above and wait for the arriving van. Matt and Troy watched over us. "You know the deal. If you try anything funny he pays for it," Troy said to me, with a pointed look at Taylor. Taylor just winced at the pain in his leg. It wasn't long before the van arrived, and we were taken up to meet it. |
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| Chapter 13 - Trains |
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