My Kidnapper's Mistake

Chapter 4: Fix It

Julian's P.O.V.

I never tied Anya back up. After my introduction she had given me a few alternate scenarios that would have ended better than what I had planned. Those did not include her being kidnapped or losing the money during a car swap. I didn't really know if she was trying to annoy me or was actually getting a kick out of bruising a Gang leader's ego, as she had called it. I had told her that we weren't a gang and she had insisted that since we were a group of people killing, robbing and terrorizing as a unit that we were in fact a gang. She had summarised my role and concluded that I was a gang leader. I had argued, naturally without giving away who exactly we were working for or how it worked. I wasn't stupid enough to reveal all our secrets. That meant that she was winning because I could not defend my statements. I had no idea why I argued with my hostage over our status. I couldn't say that I had kidnapped a lot of girls in my twenty five years of existence, but I had watched a great deal of movies featuring kidnappings and for one I had to say that you had to be damn brave or stupid to walk up to the bad guy's plans and criticize them and seeing that she had pointed out several flaws and had given more than one alternative, she definitely wasn't stupid.

She was sitting on an empty bunk bed, seeing as there were seven of us and they came in pairs of two. Nobody mentioned it. Brian, my second in command, let's call him a first mate just for the fun of it, had given me a sceptical look when he had returned with our new job but hadn't said a word about it. I knew we would talk about it later without her presence. Stuart avoided looking at her, he was awkward around people of the opposite sex and whenever confronted he ignored them to the extent that they would start to doubt their own existence. Kevin on the other hand was like a kindergartner who had made a new friend. He went and hugged her, I had almost laughed at her bewildered expression. She had frozen and was later met with a sad pout form Kevin, because she hadn't hugged him back. She looked like she was facing off an alien and I hadn't blamed her. Dexter had given her a curt nod of acknowledgement. Jason had waved and Tristan had not yet returned from his nightly escapades.

Since the majority of the team was present I took out the papers that stipulated out next job.(Tristan wouldn't have a problem with catching up). Unlike last time when we had gotten building plans and an entire book's worth of information, the job description was only two pages long. No building plans, just two pages. The one was the personal record of a man named Richard Freeman and the other only a few lines of text that read:

Your target is Richard Freeman. He is the accountant for a Rival. Get him to hand over the account numbers and locations of cash houses. Put that information back into the safety deposit box.

This is your last chance. We are watching you.

The Orginization

I burned the paper after reading it. There wasn't much on the personal record of our target. Only a few minor offenses and personal information. Nowhere did it mention him being involved with a high profile criminal organisation. So where do we begin? How do you get a person to hand over millions of dollars?

"Okay guys any ideas?" I was at a loss, I felt the start of a headache throbbing in my temple. Everybody around the table looked at me expectantly not offering any suggestions. I was even up for Kevin's shouting useless comments instead of this silence. I looked to the side seeing Anya studying us and I knew the lack of in put was mostly due to her presence.
"Well okay then thank you for your in put I will take it into consideration. Stuart, Jason tomorrow you will start following our target. Kevin you go buy a pinning board, we need to start mapping his movements. Dexter, Brian you two are on babysitting duty starting now." Nobody had any objections, nor did they ask what I was going to do, which was odd. I could get used to this. My plan of action was to go out tonight, beat the headache and get drunk. Maybe I might just take a leaf out of Tristan's book and hook up with a girl. I knew that I was going to regret my decision in the morning, but let's just add that to the list of things to worry about the next day. Currently topping the list was kidnapping Anya, so unless I ended up kidnapping another beautiful young lady, I couldn't do any worse.