Interesting games for long rides

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Sypher's POV

At first I didn't notice the girl, but when she tapped my injured shoulder, I did. 

"OW! What?" I snapped, wincing.

"Just wondering how you and ONE DIRECTION  wound up in this mess with me." She says, staring at a snoring Harry. 

"Oh, that. No reason. My dad runs the FBI, but I'm sure that has nothing to do with it. " I say sarcastically, earning a laugh from Zayn. 

She frowns slightly at me. "Oh. My name's Adelita. Yours?" 

Great. Introductions. I always hate this. Everyone always stares at me like I'm messing with them. 

"Sypher Synchler." 

She smirks. "Really?" 

I nod. "Yeah, apparently Fonteleroy wasn't embarrassing enough." 

She laughs, her brown eyes lighting up. Up front, the kidnapper snarls at us to shut it. 

"Come back here and make us, Neanderthal!" I snap, and everyone smiles. 

"YOU LISTEN TO ME, KID, OR ELSE-"

"Or else what? You'll climb the evolutionary ladder to my level and make me shut it? Sorry, but I don't have six million years to wait." 

Probably shouldn't be taunting him, I know, but I hate being cliche. I want to die being myself.

The van jerks to a halt. Uh-oh. I made him mad. 

The back doors are thrown open, and Neandethal grabs me and drags me out, Allie screeching at him to let me go. He carries me to another vehicle, a truck, and tosses me in the back, cuffing my hands behind my back. 

"You'll be traveling with Hoss now. But don't worry, I'll see you soon. " 

That's what he thinks. He goes back to the van and slams the  doors closed, but I still hear Allie yelling for me. As the van drives off, I smile to myself. Neanderthal made a mistake. He left someone as smart as me in the bed of a truck, and conscious. Sure, I'm hurt and handcuffed, but I can slip the cuffs easy. After that, I just have to wait till the truck slows enough that I can jump out. Then, to call in the feds on these thugs and get my friends freed.

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*two hours later* 

The truck has stopped for gas. No clue where we are, but it doesn't matter. The driver gets out and heads into a diner. I wait a few precious minutes, then I jump out of the back, wincing as the impact jolts my shoulder. I toss the handcuffs into a trashcan by the gaspumps, and take a few seconds to ruin the truck's engine. - You learn lots of useful shit from movies. - After that, I dash into the small restroom building , hide in a filthy stall, and pull out my phone. "Hey, Dad, i know this sounds insane, but Allie and I kinda got kidnapped....." Just as I finish speaking, I glance out the window to see the truck driver guy staring angrily at his engine. He shrugs and stands by the side of the road, thumbing for a ride. Huh. He doesn't care that I got free. Maybe he's not paid enough to. 

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