would have willingly joined any government program.
"Maybe he really did need me to help him find Murdock. The guy is a master of disguise and he can get people to do anything he wants. If all the other telepaths working for Smith were dead, then he would need me. Since their files on me are so detailed he knew that I wouldn't have volunteered to help. Maybe he orchestrated this so I wouldn't have a choice."
Nami didn't look like she bought it.
"You think he acted like he saved you so that you would help him? You think he set up the warrants for your arrest as well? Holy ridiculous conspiracy theory, Batman."
It did make me sound like a nut. Nothing else seemed to fit though.
"If Murdock doesn't even know who I am, and it wasn't Smith, then who?"
"Why get the police after us? Do you think he set us up so that we couldn't call them after he kidnapped us?" Sammy asked.
"Maybe? It does seem like a good way to limit our options."
"And you’re saying that after going to all that trouble to get your help, he let Murdock escape from the cemetery intentionally?"
"If Smith's entire plan consisted of you keeping an eye on him from a satellite and sending a team of armed men to their doom, then he's incompetent. That doesn't seem likely to me."
We sat in silence for a few minutes, trying to wrap our heads around everything.
"God damn it, you might be right," Nami said. "Before Smith left us here, he told me to make sure that you knew the police were after you. He was very adamant that you not run away. If what you're saying is true, then I think we're about to get kicked in the fart box."
I had no idea people actually talked like that.
"What are you talking about, Natalie?"
"After your arrest, Smith said he was sending someone over to relieve me. That doesn't sound so good all of a sudden."
"I think we should get out of here," I said. "Did he issue you that computer or did you bring it with you?
"Smith gave it to me."
"Leave it here; your cell phone too. Don't take anything they could track us with."
"Thank God. I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life in this stupid room," Sammy said.
Nami's feet didn't touch the floor while she sat in the chair, so she had to hop down. She pulled a Sailor Moon backpack out from under the table and began to root through it.
"I just bought this damn thing too," she said as she threw her phone on the bed. "Now I'm going to lose all my Angry Birds progress."
"Nice bag. Did your mom buy it for your first day of school?"
After fumbling with the strap on the gun holster around my waist, I pulled the pistol free. I hoped we could get clear of the hotel before someone from the goon squad showed up, but I wanted to be prepared just in case.
"You know what? I don't care how much bigger you—" Nami started to say as I reached for the door knob.
When I opened the door, Chuck was standing on the other side.
Chapter 15
He made a play for his shoulder holster. If the gun hadn't been in my hand already we would have all been dead. His speed was unbelievable. By the time I had my pistol pointed at his chest he had managed to remove a Desert Eagle .50 cal. from the inside of his jacket. It was best described as a hand cannon.
"Drop it. Now. You aren't that fast."
Surprisingly he did. The weight of it caused a loud thud as it hit the dirty carpet. His eyes never left mine.
"Didn't expect to see me, did you? Kick it over to Neena," I said.
After Nami put the gun in her kiddy sized backpack, I motioned for Chuck to back out of the room.
"We're taking the stairs down. You guys go ahead of us. Chuck Norris and I are going to be right behind you."
Slowly we walked down the hallway toward the stairwell, my gun pressed against his back. Behind us, at the end of the hall, the elevator dinged as it passed our floor. A dirty used fork sat on the floor outside a room on our right. As Chuck and I walked under the dim exit sign and into the stairwell, I could see Sammy and Nami disappear
"Maybe he really did need me to help him find Murdock. The guy is a master of disguise and he can get people to do anything he wants. If all the other telepaths working for Smith were dead, then he would need me. Since their files on me are so detailed he knew that I wouldn't have volunteered to help. Maybe he orchestrated this so I wouldn't have a choice."
Nami didn't look like she bought it.
"You think he acted like he saved you so that you would help him? You think he set up the warrants for your arrest as well? Holy ridiculous conspiracy theory, Batman."
It did make me sound like a nut. Nothing else seemed to fit though.
"If Murdock doesn't even know who I am, and it wasn't Smith, then who?"
"Why get the police after us? Do you think he set us up so that we couldn't call them after he kidnapped us?" Sammy asked.
"Maybe? It does seem like a good way to limit our options."
"And you’re saying that after going to all that trouble to get your help, he let Murdock escape from the cemetery intentionally?"
"If Smith's entire plan consisted of you keeping an eye on him from a satellite and sending a team of armed men to their doom, then he's incompetent. That doesn't seem likely to me."
We sat in silence for a few minutes, trying to wrap our heads around everything.
"God damn it, you might be right," Nami said. "Before Smith left us here, he told me to make sure that you knew the police were after you. He was very adamant that you not run away. If what you're saying is true, then I think we're about to get kicked in the fart box."
I had no idea people actually talked like that.
"What are you talking about, Natalie?"
"After your arrest, Smith said he was sending someone over to relieve me. That doesn't sound so good all of a sudden."
"I think we should get out of here," I said. "Did he issue you that computer or did you bring it with you?
"Smith gave it to me."
"Leave it here; your cell phone too. Don't take anything they could track us with."
"Thank God. I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life in this stupid room," Sammy said.
Nami's feet didn't touch the floor while she sat in the chair, so she had to hop down. She pulled a Sailor Moon backpack out from under the table and began to root through it.
"I just bought this damn thing too," she said as she threw her phone on the bed. "Now I'm going to lose all my Angry Birds progress."
"Nice bag. Did your mom buy it for your first day of school?"
After fumbling with the strap on the gun holster around my waist, I pulled the pistol free. I hoped we could get clear of the hotel before someone from the goon squad showed up, but I wanted to be prepared just in case.
"You know what? I don't care how much bigger you—" Nami started to say as I reached for the door knob.
When I opened the door, Chuck was standing on the other side.
Chapter 15
He made a play for his shoulder holster. If the gun hadn't been in my hand already we would have all been dead. His speed was unbelievable. By the time I had my pistol pointed at his chest he had managed to remove a Desert Eagle .50 cal. from the inside of his jacket. It was best described as a hand cannon.
"Drop it. Now. You aren't that fast."
Surprisingly he did. The weight of it caused a loud thud as it hit the dirty carpet. His eyes never left mine.
"Didn't expect to see me, did you? Kick it over to Neena," I said.
After Nami put the gun in her kiddy sized backpack, I motioned for Chuck to back out of the room.
"We're taking the stairs down. You guys go ahead of us. Chuck Norris and I are going to be right behind you."
Slowly we walked down the hallway toward the stairwell, my gun pressed against his back. Behind us, at the end of the hall, the elevator dinged as it passed our floor. A dirty used fork sat on the floor outside a room on our right. As Chuck and I walked under the dim exit sign and into the stairwell, I could see Sammy and Nami disappear
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