Adam-12: Expect the Unexpected

Hostages

Pete made his hand fists as anger burned inside.

"Quit it," Pete spoke up to the criminal. If Jim was brave enough too speak up, Pete was too. It didn't matter what this guy was going to do to him. If Jim goes through pain, Pete just couldn't watch it all unfold. He had to act in any way he could, no matter what the consequences were.

"Oh, so you must be his brave little friend coming to the rescue. What are you going to do if I don't stop?"

After no answer, he laughed and shook his head as he walked away. Malloy breathed a little easier. It worked, which was strange, because didn't expect it to be that easy.

The robber figured he would be just wasting more time if he went any further. So he quickly glanced around the room again. He had to find a hostage and fast. The police could arrive at any moment as far as they knew. The longer they waited the less chance they had to make a getaway.

He strode over to his accomplice and whispered, "Let's take those two hostage, but we have to move. Police could be here any second."

"Okay, let's do it."

They harshly grabbed up Malloy and Reed, still tied, and ran them out to their getaway car. One sat in the back, blindfolding them, as the other sped off.

Malloy tried to pay attention to which way they were turning, to at least get a sense of where they were. Left, right, right, left, left, right. Malloy just couldn't keep it straight. Unfortunately, he could only do this for so long. He couldn't tell if they were going in circles purposely to confuse their hostages or not.

After about fifteen minutes of driving, they stopped. Despite what he'd immediately thought, they still hadn't arrived at the destination. They switched cars. This was going to hard for the police to find them.

After about another fifteen minutes of driving, they stopped again. They exited the vehicle again, and this time they had arrived at their destination.

Still blindfolded and hands tied, they led them inside. They set them down on the cold wooden floor and Malloy felt hands untie his blindfold. The bright light on the ceiling blinded him momentarily. Then he glanced around. The wooden room without any windows had a strangely reminded him of an old interrogating room. The only light was a light bulb in the middle of the ceiling. Jim, who had his blindfold off as well, sat to his left.

Then one of the two captors, without a word, opened the door to walk out of the room.

"Hey, aren't you going to untie us?" Pete asked.

He stopped for a moment as if he was considering it, but then continued to walk out. Malloy was disappointed. His wrists ached, like they were screaming to get out. He only wished he could at least stretch and rub his wrists freely.

"Hey, Jim," he whispered.

"Yeah."

"How ya doin', Buddy?"

"I'm not sure. My stomach still hurts," he said, cringing weakly.

Pete felt guilty. He had forgotten about what Jim was going through. He'd selfishly worried about his minor wrist pain. Pete was sure his wrists weren't hurting as much as his stomach.

He said, "I'm not sure." He normally would've said, "Fine." It must be worse than he'd originally thought.