Three Very Unique Pawns in a Chess Game

Chapter 2

Chapter 2. (NO WAY OUT)

"We've already tried Glen it doesn't seem to be a door or a window."

"What he said, and as your caretaker, I'd like to advise you to lie down on your back and get some rest, just let the medicine do its job until we can find out what's going on."

He takes a deep breathe of air. "Look Hank is it? you seem like really nice person but we need to get out of here. We don't know who's holding us or what they plan on doing to us. If you want to stay here fine, but I'm leaving."

"I'll be going with Glen." Caffrey adds.

" Thats real nice, weren't you the one who said he could be the one who put us here."

" He seems like a pretty decent guy." He shrugs his shoulder, his opinion changing.

"See two to one now come on, it's got too be something in here that could give us a clue."

"Glen-"

"Found something." Michael drags a chair to the nearest corner.

Neal points towards the corner. "It's a camera, someone's monitoring this room. Watching us."

"We want get get out of he we have to search for more clues."

Hank gets up to join now, the camera giving him some much needed motivation.

"Pretty boy, you gonna' help or are you afraid to get that suit dirty? Come on." Michael sends a glance to Neal.

"No, I'm fine." He smiles his infamous smile, toothpick hanging out the corner of his mouth. He lies on a rug comfortably in the middle of the floor, hands behind his head, relaxing .

"Why exactly are you so nonchalant about the situation?" Hank starts to question Neal's sanity for a moment.

"Honestly?" He removes the tooth pick for a moment and sits up to grab his pant leg, to reveal his ankle bracelet.

Hank folds his arms, a little confused by the situation." I thought you said you worked FOR the FBI?"

"I do,Look it's complicated, anyway my partner should be out looking for me right now. The bracelet should lead him straight to us."

"How can you be so sure?" Michael asked.

"It's worked plenty of times before, why not trust it again". He shrugs his shoulder smiling.

"What's the usual response time".

"About fifteen to twenty minutes."

"Caffrey we've had to have been here for at least an hour, they must have fiddled with your bracelet while you were asleep." Having no sense of time had been fustrating.

He lifts his leg up to get a closer view.Green light was lit, and everything seemed to be intact. After all these years of trying to find a way around the bracelet.

He get's up helping them look now, his best bet was not being an option anymore.

Hank strays away from Neal only to get closer to Michael.

"You think he could've done this, he is wearing an ankle bracelet".

"Hank remember we have to focus on getting out of here, we can't do that if we're arguing."

"Glen, I'm focused on going home, but Mr. suit and tie isn't making me feel like I'm going to get there."

"You guys know I can hear every word you're saying right?"

" Like he said,It's two to one, you're not going to take us both on."

Michael ignores the two strangers, still looking around the room.

"I'm not a murderer, I'm not the bad guy here. You don't know what you're talking about."

"I know that you don't get that out of your local Walmart, I've treated incarcerated patients before when I worked at a hospital."

"When you worked at a hospital, who's the liar now. Are you even a real doctor?"

"Guys enough!" Michael gets between the two bickering men.

"Caffrey, you're not a murderer".

"See, I told you". He looks toward Hank.

"Let me finish, but you're not a saint either. If you'd go to jail it'd be for a non violent crime, You consult with the FBI. If they're keeping you on a leash, you must be an important asset, but to an extent can't be trusted.The smile and charm says it all. The fancy suit and hat. I know the type, you're a con artist."

Neal smiles, only to mask up the uneasiness within the pit of his stomach. He barely chokes on his toothpick, due to how well Glen Reads him.

"Hank I'm not sure if you're an actual doctor or not, but you know what you're talking about. I know you're a good man. Even after I choked you, you still wanted to help. You could've refused to help but you didn't.So we're in this together, after we get out of here you guys can argue all you want".

Just then the tv screen brightened up in the corner, giving more light to the dimly lit room.

Someone appeared on the screen. Ugly scowl on his face.Male, approximately in his forties. Salt and pepper patches of hair showed on the screen. He was in a room that looked just like theirs.

Hank jumps into the chair to press the volume up.

"Ahh Mistor Westin, I see you finally woke up from your nap."

"Pyotr Chechik". Micheal says' in a Ukrainian accent.

"Who's Chechik?" Neal asked.

"Something tells me you're both about to find out."