My Bullet-Proof Vest

Chapter 12- fight or flight

Fight or Flight.

Very hard choice dawned on me as I had about a second to do something. Let them capture me with or without a fight. It’s pretty obvious now that I am not just the CEO’s daughter. Why else would I snoop around a guy who broke people out of gaol or holding.

Fight, definitely fight. I have to try. Kicking my legs out from under me I kicked the chair Larkin was in, fortunately a wheelie chair. He went backwards and banged into his filing cabinets as I jolted up from under the desk, I ran out and into the hallway where I could feel Larkins right behind me, I was a metre from the door.

I felt something grab my ankle, Larkin had jumped for me, I kicked him in the face with my spare leg. Letting go he held his face, still chasing after me. I got to the door and felt a sharp pain run up my left side, banging into the door. Larkin grabbed my arm behind my back.

“Who are you?”

“If you don’t recognise me, I ain’t going to help you.” I laughed. He did not find it funny as he pulled my arm back further behind my back. Taking the opportunity to stomp on his foot, he let go of my arm immediately. “Amateur.” I laughed turning around with a fierce elbow to the gut and a roundhouse kick. Opening the door while I could, Jeremy had the elevator held. I jumped through the doors as Jeremy bashed the close door button. The elevator began to move down and Jeremy grabbed my chin.

 “Are you okay?”

I nodded, “I’m fine.” I breathed heavily out.

“Good.” Jeremy hugged me. The elevator chimed and the doors opened to three men in security uniforms. They blocked us from exiting and entered the elevator. One of them pressed the basement button and the other two leapt for Jeremy and I.

We’re busted. I tried to kick one of them but he grabbed my leg, and I had no room behind me as I was backed up to the wall. With Jeremy to my left and another wall to the right, I decided to try a handstand flip, if Jeremy could move. On our date I taught Jeremy a few words in French.

“Avancer!”(Move Forward) I shout, I see Jeremy push his guard backwards towards the front of the elevator and I flip myself over kicking my attacker in the face. I stand up properly taking a stance against his next move. I saw the third guard behind Jeremy, belittle to him. Distracted my attacker took this opportunity to cover my mouth before I could warn Jeremy, I tried to mumble over his hand but it came out in mumbles. I tried to shove him but he already had the upper hand. Jeremy was grabbed and we both struggled against our captors.

Damn.

The elevator opened and I saw two more guys. We were now overly outnumbered.

I looked to Jeremy, and I saw him look back. He looked at me funny. “oído.” Fortunately I took Spanish in year seven. The earpiece! Richards would have been watching and would have tapped our phone line! I knew Richards spoke fluent French, and these bozos would have no idea or they would have blocked Jeremy from moving forward like I asked. They will only think I’m speaking to Jeremy.

“Capturées sous-sol, aide, trois sorties .” (Basement captured, help, three exits) I looked at Jeremy and he knew that I understood him.

Lifting me off the ground, I decide to name our captors: bozo one, my attacker, Bozo two was attacking Jer. And finally bozo three was sneaky. Looks like we begin this with the three stooges and I’m tied to a chair and Jeremy was sitting in front of me also getting tied up.

I reckon that our team would be leaving the station now, working out the best exit to come in. I bet it would be the one in the back, since strategically all post are covered except that one, as the dumpster would need to be climbed over.