Stolen

Chapter 7

The policemen didn't take the Ford Crown Victoria cars, instead, they went for the Dodge Charger police interceptors.

"This way, we can keep up with your father's M1," one officer explained.

Our convoy was made up of five cars, the cop cars and my Dad's car. As it turned out, Dad and I were the car in the center of the convoy.

After a bunch of twists and turns, we were in the Industrial District. One of the policemen had given Dad a radio with which he could use to hear the officer that was filling us in on additional information on the criminals we would be facing.

"From our reports, these guys are highly trained in martial arts, so don't try to take them on in a straight up fight, be smart.

"Despite their martial arts skills, they might be armed with handguns and explosives, be ready for anything.

"Their location is in a warehouse with plenty of places to hide, so make sure you're constantly glancing in all directions."

None of this was making me nervous at all. It was like being the Batman. You'd show no fear, no emotion, no hesitation. You would just do. You'd think of ways to get around the enemy.

Only this time, the only emotion was anger, and the only form of hesitation was either injury, or death.

The two cars ahead of us skidded to a halt in front of the entrance to a big warehouse. Dad stopped too, and that was my signal to get out and join with the cops that were already barging into the enormous building.

I took a deep breath, then ran into the building, right in the middle of a firefight.

Inside, there were rows of boxes stacked on huge storage racks. The policemen weren't firing on anyone standing on the floor, but instead up above on the highest rack.

"Those guys must be crazy to climb up there and shoot!" One officer yelled, using his shield to block the incoming bullets.

"Where might the captives be?" I asked, raising my voice over the gunshots, and taking cover in the enemy's blind spot.

One officer heard me, and ran to me. "Those two guys we interrogated said they were in a heavily guarded cell, head over to it with someone if you're really interested in some action and vengeance." The officer got back up and resumed his shooting.

I didn't know who to follow, so I ran behind one officer who was charging down one row which was unguarded. He noticed me, and turned to me, and threw me his baton. "You might need this!"

I caught it, and resumed running alongside the officer.

We reached the other end of the warehouse. It was hard to believe that it wasn't that big from the inside. The officer made a left, and I followed.

All of the sudden, bullets came whistling by from behind us. The officer turned and fired back. "Go! The cell should be up ahead!"

I knew I followed the right guy, but I couldn't stop to celebrate about it. I kept running until I reached a door. On the other side, there were hallways which connected the big warehouse to one little house sized building. I went through the door, and charged down the first hallway I thought to go down.

The only door down this hallway was all the way at the end. When I reached it, I saw figures on the other side through the window. Two girls handcuffed and sitting on chairs, and three guys, all armed with handguns.

Without thinking, I tried to pry open the door, but it felt like it was sealed with superglue. One guy looked towards me through the window. "Ain't know way you're getting in here!" He yelled. The other people inside didn't change their expressions, it was as if that one guy was seeing and hearing things.

I scammed the inside of the room, but there were no other doors. I turned my attention away from the room's interior, and near the door. I noticed a vent, which was big enough for me to squeeze through.

I tried ripping it off the wall all Batman style, but that didn't work. I tried to fit the baton through the gaps, and it went right through. I tried to pull the vent cover off with the baton clutching the inside with full force, and luckily, the vent cover came loose, and I pulled the rest of it out. I crawled through, and started to realize that the vent was leading upwards and towards the room.

Eventually, after a bunch of turning and climbing up on an angle, I found myself right above the people in the room. There was another vent cover right on my feet, and without planning a certain strategy, I half jumped, forcing my weight onto the vent cover, and it came loose, gravity pushing both it and me downwards. I pounced onto one guy before hitting the floor, making him collapse to the floor. I got up and launched myself at the other guy. I snatched the gun from his hand and threw it to the ground, and then I slapped his head with the baton with full force. It was enough to send him collapsing as well. Surprised at my own strength, I chucked the baton at the last guy, who had a gun malfunction. It didn't phase him, and his finger was on the trigger, but the gun itself did nothing. Beginners luck, I thought as my fist sunk into the last guy's chest. That sent him semi-flying towards the wall, and it seemed to knock him out.

I turned my attention to the two handcuffed girls. I thought they were Mom and Julie, but they weren't.

The one that I had thought to be Mom, she was just a random woman.

And the one that I had thought to be Julie, she was just a random girl.

Both were two people I didn't know.

I had no time to dwell on that, so I helped both of them up. "Do you know where the keys to your handcuffs are?" I asked.

They nodded their heads "no" in reply, perhaps to shy to speak to their savior.

"Ok then," I said. "Follow me, there are others which can help you get out of those, and this rotten building."

They did as I said. They kept up with me as I was running through the hallways which were surprisingly still clear.

However, the same thought ran through my head the same way I was running through the halls. If Mom and Julie aren't here, then where are they?