Nothing But Trouble

Chapter 16: More Bad News

Aaron's P.O.V:

"Mike, I know this looks bad but you have to trust me. This is for your own good", I said.

"Of course it looks fucking bad! You kidnapped us you fucking pyscho!", he growled.

"Look Mike, I have things to do. Either you come willingly or-".

"Or what? You'll kill me? Knock me out again?", he cut me off.

"I'm not going to kill you", I sighed.

"But I will have to use the Chloroform again", I pursed my lips into a straight line.

"You're crazy! Go to hell!", he seethed.

"Chloroform it is...", I mumbled, walking into the kitchen to get it.

Let's just say it was quite the struggle.

Mike twisted around in his seat and even tried to bite me.

He kneed me in the stomach as I held the cloth to his face.

I remained still until I was sure he passed out, then sighed and dragged him to his room.

I contemplated on leaving the cuffs on but decided against it since he was going to stay in his room.

I left a note explaining the whole intercom thing on the desk by the bed and locked the door on my way out.

I ran a hand through my hair as I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.

I was opening a water bottle when my phone rang.

"Yes?", I asked.

"Bad news", Michael sighed.

"What is it?", I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.

"We sent Agent King and Johnson to catch Charles and Anthony but they were gone. Out of sight", Michael said.

"What do you mean out of sight? How?", I asked.

"They ran. My guess is that they noticed the guys gone and figured it had something to do with the Agency. So they left", he explained.

"Now what?", I asked.

"Don't let the guys out of your sight. I have a bad feeling about this disappearance", I could hear the frown in his voice.

"I doubt they'd be able to track us down", I replied.

"I know, but still. Somethings off. I'm gonna work on tracking them down. Stay safe", he said, before hanging up.

I put the phone away and went to the kitchen to look for something to give to the guys.

I groaned when I realized everything wasn't prepared.

The kitchen was stocked with just about everything, yet nothing was prepared.

I sighed and pulled out a skillet and turned on the stove.

As it heated up, I grabbed a pot and filled it with water, then set it next to the skillet on the stove.

I pulled out some chicken breasts from the fridge and began chopping them up on a cutting board.

Once everything was ready I placed the chicken in the skillet with some butter and dumped some rice into the bowl.

I went into the living room and grabbed my laptop and brought it with me to the kitchen.

I re-read through the files of
the case as the food cooked.

A good while later, the food was ready and I shut off the stove.

I grabbed four plates and plated the food.

I groaned when I remembered Tony was a vegan.

I sighed and quickly seared some vegetables with tofu.

Then I put that on a plate with rice and walked up to Tonys room.

I knocked twice before unlocking the door.

Tony was laying on the bed, fiddling with his hands.

"I brought you food", I said, setting the plate and another cold water bottle on the desk.

I noticed him eye it wearily.

"I didn't poison it. If I wanted you guys dead, I wouldn't feed you", I deadpanned.

He nodded and mumbled a thanks as I left.

I gave the guys the rest of their food and thankfully Mike was still passed out when I reached his room.

I stretched and checked the time on my phone.

9:22 PM

I was tired but I still had alot to do before I could sleep.

I had to check the security cameras, make sure the alarm system worked and then I had to make sure everything was still locked.

Great.

  Vic's P.O.V:

  After I reluctantly ate the food, I explored the room more.

I was looking for something- anything to help me escape.

Surely Tom would be looking for us already.

I sighed and looked through the desks.

"Think Vic", I muttered to myself.

What could I do to escape? What did I need to do?

I needed to find a way to get out of the room. And then I needed to find a phone.

But how would I do that? What would I do when I found a phone? If I did.

I quickly checked my pockets, praying Aaron forgot to take my cell phone.

I groaned to myself as I realized it wasn't there.

But I did, however feel a piece of paper in my pocket.

I took it out and looked at it.

760-587-6778
  -Charles

A lightbulb went off in my brain.

Charles warned us about Aaron. Maybe he could help us!

Yeah, I'd call him and then he'd call the police and get us out.

I carefully put the paper back into my pocket.

Now to figure out how to do this...