SPOTLIGHT (Colt Seavers) ✔︎

18 | Interrogation Scene

I was about to click on Jody's contact when a loud crash sounded from outside. "Shit," Colt muttered, rushing towards me. "If this was The Fugitive and we were Harrison Ford..." He gestured between us with a disdained expression at the analogy. "The bad guys would be closing in."

"Well, obviously they are," I hissed, dragging him away from the front door, which was being bashed repeatedly. "What do we do?"

"Uhh..." We passed the prop display cabinet and Colt plucked a gun from the glass shelf. "Skye." I nodded in response still pulling him in the direction of the stairs. "Go get your car and pull it around the front."

"No way!" I replied, trying to pull Colt up the stairs, but he grabbed my shoulders, holding me in place. "We don't know how many of them there are."

Colt shook his head, holding up the gun. "I will keep them busy. You sneak around the back and get your car. I'll be waiting out the front when you get there."

I sighed. There was another crash; this time, much louder than the previous. "Shit..." I muttered as  multiple sets of footsteps can racing into the room. "Fine. But be careful."

"Obviously." Colt nodded with a grin, cocking the gun and holding it up. "Hurry up."

I quickly raced around to the back door, cringing at the sounds of gunshots that echoed throughout the house. Please be okay, Colt. I quickly jumped down from the boardwalk, sliding down the pole that Colt and I had used to climb up earlier. I gritted my teeth as I tried to ignore how high up I was. Once my feet hit the ground. I unlocked my car and ran towards it.

I could still hear glass smashing and people shouting, despite being inside the car, with all the windows up. I quietly put it into neutral and rolled down the driveway, towards the front door. I kept the headlights off.  From my position, I could clearly see the super yacht parked in the harbour, right in front of the house

"Skye!"

I immediately rolled down the window, looking around for the source of Colt's voice. "Colt?"

"Up here." I looked up, to see him on the boardwalk, waving down at me. "I'll be down in a second." He was about to climb down, when an array of bullets flew at him. I gasped in horror as he dove down to avoid them. He went to climb down again, but to no avail. Bullets kept raining down. His only option was to run. "Go!" He shouted, standing back up.

I watched as he sprinted away from the gunfire, running towards the edge of the boardwalk, where—to my horror and astonishment—he jumped off the edge, landing on the yacht.

"Shit," I cursed, opening the door and jumping out of the car. I ran towards the boat, scanning for any sign of Colt. Suddenly, a very familiar voice reached my ears, but, I couldn't quite pinpoint who it belonged to.

"What went wrong?" I crept closer to the dock, ducking behind the boat. I inched closer, without making myself visible and listened.

"What went wrong?" My eyes widened. Colt! That was definitely Colt's voice. "Well as I look at it, you're torturing me right outside your super yacht, like a Bond villain, dipshit!"

My eyes widened in realisation and I slowly poked my head around the side of the boat to see the dock.

"What went wrong?!" Colt shouted, I peeked out a little more, my eyes widening when the laid on the scene. "What went right?!" Colt was tied up in a chair, with none other than Tom Ryder, standing next to him in a blue robe. Armed men surrounded them, weapons pointed at Colt.

Tom let out a sigh, audible, even from my distance. "You've changed." I saw Colt roll his eyes. "You changed. Yeah, we used to be like brothers, you and I. Entered into the sacred bond of actor and stuntman... man."