| We made our way through the residential area, and found a phone box. Taylor ran for it and jumped in. We ran to catch up. He dialed information, and asked for the number of the facility Brad was kept at. He recieved it, and straight away rang the number. "Hello? Can someone put me through to Brad Standish? It's urgent... very urgent," he began, "sorry, but it's extremely important that I speak to him." He hesitated, frowning. "Ah... Taylor Hanson. Thank you!" he closed his eyes for a moment. "Brad? Brad! Man, we need help... What? No, no... Brad you have to get out of there. Oh no..." he put a hand over the reciever and looked around. He sighed and shook his head. "What?" I demanded. "They're at the jail," he said, before going back to the phone. "Oh man..." Zac moaned, and ran his fingers through his hair. "We have to get back into Perth," Taylor said, leaning against a window, "we're not leaving you there, not after what Isaac went through." He hesitated, listening. "We can't leave you there Brad. We're only about an hour away," then he hung up. He hesitated, then he turned to us. "We're going after him," he said. "How are we going to get back to Perth?" Zac asked. "We need a car," Taylor looked around. "You can't just steal another car," I said, as he began to walk down the street. "Of course not. Just... borrow it," he replied, then stopped. He grinned. "Or even better..." He ran over to three dirt bikes, parked outside a small deli. We followed. Just as Taylor got there, the riders came out from the deli. Again, he pulled the gun on them. They jumped. "We need your keys... and helmets," he ordered. They quickly handed them over. "Get out of here," he indicated with the gun. They ran. "That was easy," Zac said, handing Amy a helmet. Taylor gave one to Angie, then the other to me. I gave it back. "You wear it," I said when he gave me a questioning look, "if you get creamed that goes for me and Zac too." He hesitated, but put it on. Then he threw Zac and I some keys. It wasn't long before Taylor and Angie, Zac and Amy, and I by myself were riding down the highway, the city in our sights. Taylor was right... it took us about an hour to get there. When we actually found out where we were, we went straight to the jail. Seconds after we arrived, Taylor barged through the door, with us right behind. Then stopped suddenly. "I had a feeling you'd show up," Matt smiled. A couple of men began to move around behind us. We watched them. "Leave us alone," Zac almost growled. I noticed the first guard we'd seen there behind Matt as he shook his head. Suddenly, Taylor took hold of his gun, and unexpectedly put it to his head. "Taylor?!" Zac cried. "Let us go," he ordered. Matt's eyes had widened, not expecting this sudden action. "Taylor, put the gun down," he ordered. "Let us go," he repeated, louder. Matt glanced at a man next to him. "Taylor..." he began. "I'm sure you know I'd rather die than go back," Taylor almost shouted. "Taylor no..." a tear fell from Zac's eye. Matt signalled to the men behind us, who nodded and left the building. He looked back at Taylor. "What do you want me to do Taylor?" he asked. "Back off," he demanded. Matt raised his hands for a second, then indicated for the rest of his men to follow him outside. Taylor didn't move. Once he heard the door close, he sighed. "Taylor what were you thinking?" Zac demanded. "You're not going to get away with this," the guard suddenly said. "With what?" Taylor turned to him. "Whatever you're planning," he replied. "Look, I don't know what they've told you..." he began walking over to him, "but we're the victims here. Now we need to see Brad." The guard laughed. "What?" Zac demanded. "Bradley Standish was just moved from here half an hour ago. The CIA took him," he replied. "Wait, CIA? You think they're..." I shook my head. Taylor ran his fingers through his hair and looked around. "We have to get him back, before they kill him," he said. "Excuse me?" the guard raised his eyebrows. Taylor turned to him. "You heard me," he said, then headed for the door. We glanced at the guard, and followed. We hesitated once we were outside. "So now what?" I asked. "They're not here," Zac said, surprised, looking around. "Well if your 'victim' was threatening to kill himself, why hang around?" Amy said, with a pointed look at Taylor. "I didn't have a choice, alright?" he defended. Zac began over to the dirt bikes and stood one up. "So where do we go?" he asked. "I don't know," Taylor replied, just looking at the bike he rode. I also stood mine up and got on. "We could head home, and think of what to do," Amy suggested, as Taylor stood his bike up. Zac got on and started his before Amy joined him. "Well it's all we can do for now," Taylor replied. The same three put the helmets on, Taylor and I started our bikes, and we took off. About ten minutes later, we met two vans at an intersection. We took one look at it and turned around. They took one look at us and began to speed after us. "Hold on tight," I heard Zac tell Amy. We pushed the bikes to the limit, though Zac seemed to be going faster. Taylor and Angie were the first to get rammed. They lurched forward, before being rammed a second time. This time, Taylor went flying, and the bike fell onto its side. Angie was sent rolling across the road. The first van continued after us. The second screeched to a halt just inches from Taylor's unconscious body - his helmet had come off and he'd hit his head on the road. But we couldn't see what happened to them after that. I was next. After almost losing control, I suddenly swerved the bike to the side and hit the brakes. The first van went straight past, but now the second screeched to a halt. I began to speed in the opposite direction, the van after me. After only seconds, I began to feel dizzy. I gasped, knowing what was happening, and slowed the bike. Not a minute later, I blacked out. I awoke to find myself in the back of a van, as Troy turned off the connection. I was laying on the floor between Taylor and Zac... i realised. Isaac was on the other side of Taylor. Troy sat on a small ledge along the side, between Amy and Angie. We all had our wrists tied, and were gagged. Zac was just waking up like me, and Isaac and Taylor were still out. Troy smiled. "Welcome back," he said. Zac groaned as he chuckled. |
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| Chapter 22 - Suicide |
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