Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Consequences of Working Late ❯ Committee meetings and long naps ( Chapter 3 )

Section 3: Committee meetings and long naps

 

Approaching a small gas station they made their way to the near by phone booth. A lone light lit the station's store as an older man finished counting the money for the night. Fumbling around in his pockets he pulled out enough change to place a call. The two crammed into the booth as Elyssia helped support him stand. Tossing her remaining high heel aside, she fidgeted as the cold water continued to chill her. Cursing to himself he listened for the dial tone.

“There is only one person who would call me this late at night. Neal, it better be good because I got two hot blondes waiting for me.” A smooth voice replied with irritation clear in his tone. Women's voices could be heard in the background. Elyssia questioned how such a man could assist them. One with such a low level of morality couldn't possible help.

“Shawn, shut up and listen to me. There are two maybe more men after me. I need you to help—” With a sudden cry of pain a bullet flew through Neal's shoulder, destroying the phone in the process. Covering the entire booth in a spray of blood, Neal clenched his shoulder sliding down the booth's wall cursing.

Covering her mouth as tears began to form in her eyes. Elyssia watched wide-eyed, pressing herself up against the other side of the booth out of shock. Following the direction the bullet came from Elyssia shook as she spotted all three men staring at them. The tattooed man glared at her as he turned his gun on her. The other man from before, stood a few feet away near the car holding the door open. The third man, who was much smaller in size, stood half out of the driver's side, watching them.

“It's time to come with us.” The tattooed man stated angrily, his red hair blazing in the night light. The men grabbed hold of the two, dragging Neal with them despite his fluid stream of curses and howls of pain. Elyssia's screamed as she fought back against her capturers. Managing to give one of the men a black eye and busted lip before she was thrown into the car. Both men followed after, sitting on the opposite side of them in the large car. The car took off, its tires screeching against the pavement. Elyssia stared at the men as she helped Neal sit up.

“You tell us what we want and no one else gets hurt.” He growled, nursing his bruised eye. Elyssia looked at the two men in front of her. The one with the dragon tattoo was well built and looked even bigger in the confines of the car. His slicked back red hair was tossed and he sported a bloody lip courtesy of her foot. His sharp eyes were fixed on them as he held onto his pistol. The other was a short man that possessed a wild look with his spiked brown hair. He nursed his eye, but it was obvious he has had worse, judging from the scars that adored the rest of his face.

“Alright.” Neal agreed trying to control his emotions.

“Where are you keeping Daniel Howe?” the man asked passing his gun from hand to hand. Fidgeting Neal had a look of understanding on his face. He was starting to understand the situation he was in.

“Daniel who?” he asked and the red head frowned at him. With a quick movement of his hand Elyssia landed against the door frame. With a surprised cry Elyssia tried to ebb the pain of impact away with her hand. Retracting his hand he turned back to Neal, who had a startled expression.

“You're going to have to do better than that.” The scarred man stated pulling out a stack of letters from his pocket. “We know you have been communicating with him. We found these in your office.” He said waving the letter in his hand before throwing them into Neal's lap. Neal remained silent his ice blue eyes searching for a way to escape.

“I'll ask you again, where is Daniel Howe?” the red head repeated.

“I do not know.” Neal breathed heavily; the blood loss was starting to take effect.

“I give him another five minutes before he passes out.” Called out the driver, continuing his course out of town.

“I really do hate hurting women.” He said cocking his gun and firing into the seat earning a scream from Elyssia. Grabbing hold of the girl's wrist he pressed the shaft into her palm. Shrieks of pain and despair erupted from the girl as she tried to pull back her hand but was held still.

“Stop hurting her, she has nothing to do with this!” Neal argued only to receive a fist from the stout man sitting across from him. Dazed he tried to gather himself but could feel himself slipping as the blood continued to drip from his nose and lip.

“This is the last time I will ask you Colonel. I suggest you answer before you pass out, because if you pass out before we get what we want then she dies.” The red head said, cocking his gun again to get his point across. Neal looked at them, their strait faces looking back at him. His eyes drifted over to his secretary. Her usual collected face was smudged with streams of tears and reddened from abuse. Her hazel eyes glued to the gun unwavering. She had warned him about the intruders looking for him, not wishing for him to die. She did what she could to save him. Although in the end it didn't make a difference. The least he could do for the loyal woman was try to return the same favor to her. It was his fault she was working late.

Neal looked back to the men, resting his head against the door frame for support.

“Blaze Mountains right outside the trading town of Mignogna….” The men smirked.

“Now was that so hard?” The red head stated as Neal passed out. Twisting his gun in his hand he hit Elyssia, forcing her to join the darkness of unconsciousness.