Taken

Zoey (Chapter 37)

He did not.

He did not just do that.

I stared down from the vent watching the scene unfold; John was going to give in. I knew damn well he had seen me, so he knew I was there. Maybe the little bastard didn't trust me to get them out of there. Whatever, now what?

Then an idea hit me as I watched most of the bad guys follow Alicia and John out. What if this was a plan? What if he was distracting them for me to strike? I wasn't sure, but it looked like it so I knew I had better be moving.

I moved as quickly and quietly as I could backwards to where I had entered the vent. I paused a minute to make sure I didn't hear anyone before I kicked the gate out again. As soon as I was sure no one was there, I kicked the gate and wiggled out. I looked around to make sure no one was coming, and then turned to enter the room.

I thought about how I was going to pull this off on my way down, so I had a pretty good idea of what I was going to do. I opened the door, trying to look like I completely belonged here. The looks on the agents faces were priceless, especially Carson's. I wasn't sure if he was mad, happy, or scared to death. I shut the door behind me, and the guards looked at me, not sure.

"You three," I said to the three guards. "I've been sent to relieve you. I'm not sure what the plan is, but you guys better hurry because it sounds important."

One of them looked at me skeptically. "They only sent one relieve for the three of us?"

"Yeah, it's not that big of a job, they're all half dead anyway," I responded feeling less sure of myself. I hadn't wanted to take out my gun but...

"Why do I doubt that?" the guard asked. I noticed he was going for his gun. Now I didn't have a choice. I quickly pulled mine out and fired a shot at his chest. I then turned to the other two guards and did the same, but not before one managed to fire a bullet of his own. I gasped as I heard it hit the wall behind me; that was too close and far too loud. My gun may have had a silencer on it, but his didn't.

Shit, anyone could have heard that!

"Zoey!" Daniel said, astonished. "What the hell...you just...?"

"Ask questions later," I said running to untie them. "Are you guys alright...at least ish?"

"We're fine," Carson said, looking at Michael and Chris. "It's them we really need to worry about.

Looking at Michael and Chris myself up close for the first time, I knew he was right. Chris looked horrible, and Michael had obviously lost a lot of blood. Daniel and Carson looked beat, but not as bad. However, I was still worried about them.

"How about you?" Carson asked after I had untied him and started working on Daniel. "Are you alright?"

Absolutely not, I've shot four people in one hour.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Let's get going."

Carson went to go untie Michael while I finished with Daniel. Daniel and I then went to go help Chris, and I felt horrible even untying him because I saw how much discomfort it brought him.

"John..." he gasped weakly as we finally finished untying him. He had to lean heavily on Daniel.

"I know," I said trying to comfort him any way I could. "I know. Trust me, we'll get him." I looked back and saw that Michael was standing, but also needed heavy support, even more so than Chris. I really hoped John wasn't too bad off because I didn't think I would be much help to him.

Now, we had a small problem; we were a big group, and two of them at the moment couldn't even walk on their own, and that wasn't even including what condition John might be in. There was no way we were making a "smooth" escape. Carson seemed to have the same opinion.