Chapter 9

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Each of us wore a wig to disguise our hair. I had a brown haired wig, Amy had a red haired wig and Jaz had a very ash blonde wig. Our approach to our presentation for this second visit was we were rich. We decided To wear very fancy dresses. Each dress was specially made out if Lycra, a very stretchy materiel that most dance wear and gymnastics wear like leotards are made out of. We chose these dresses so we could run if we really needed to. After our first visit to this casino, it's good to take precautions.

We took the 742 at 1:29 same bus and time to the casino. We had fake ids made for caution, as we figured the security guards would've been told that none of us were to enter. They however did not even recognise us vaguely. "This is going most well so far." Jaz said formally as we walked in. "Our stay in this town is quite excellent." When we were away from the door we began to walk around. "What shall we do first?" I asked. "Split up." she replied. "Amy and doctor jones can go play roulette or something so they divert attention away from us. Maddy and I will go look around." Dr Jones sighed with relief. "Don't worry you won't be in too much action." I said to dr jones who seemed to get a bit more colour to her face. Amy nodded. "Let's go." Jaz whispered.

We walked around pretending to admire everything. "over there." Jaz whispered as she slightly nodded to an elevator. I nodded. We walked to the elevator being careful to make sure no one was following us.

Once we were inside the elevator Jaz handed me a small hand gun. "You might need this." She said as we hear the chime meaning the elevator had reached its destination. When the doors open we raised our guns prepared for anything.

'Clap. clap. Clap.' "Well done." Gary Fair was sitting in a chair. "You found my office. Now drop the guns before the doctor gets hurt." I knew what he meant I threw the gun to the other side of the room. Jaz did the same. "Good." Gary said smiling. "Amy sister come here." From a side door in came Amy with two men who were holding dr jones. "We should never have hired you." Jaz glared at Amy. She smiled. "No you probably shouldn't have." She replied. "So Gary, what are we doing with them?" "What about we hold them for ransom with that actor? we should be able to get a bit of money that way." Gary replied. "And if they don't take the ransom?" I asked. "Then we will be going bungee jumping off a cliff, without the cords though." Amy said smiling sweetly. "I like that idea." Gary said pointing to Amy. "Allens, take them to the truck." Two men grabbed us and ushered us into the back of the truck. Our hands were tied behind our back with strong rope. When the men left and closed the door, we were left with very little light. "We're in trouble now." I muttered. "Ya think?" Jaz asked. "We are totally screwed. Who knows what's going to happen to us!" "We are going to be either held for ransom or killed." dr jones said as if we didn't know that. "We know. But who are we going to be ransomed to?" Jaz asked impatiently. "The police." Dr jones said. "Who don't even care about us as far as we know." Jaz muttered. "So we are basically dead." I said. "More or less yes. Unless we escape." Jaz smiled. "None of us are escape artists!" I said through gritted teeth. "That's what you think." Jaz said. She got her arms under herself so she could have them in front of us. I managed to do the same but dr jones could not. Looking at the knot I could see that it was a slip knot. I grabbed the end with my teeth and pulled. It came undone immediately. I helped Dr Jones get the rope off her hands while Jaz undid hers.

"So, what do we do now?" I asked looking at Jaz. Well we can pry the door up a little when we stop and find out where we are." She explained. "I have a wrench." Dr Jones announced. She handed it to me. "Why the hell do you have a wrench? Never mind." I asked her a rhetorical question. "We're slowing down." Jaz said. Indeed we had begun to slow down until we came to a full stop. "Pass me the wrench!" Jaz yelled. We gave her the wrench which she used to pry the door open just enough to squeeze under. We squeezed under to find ourselves on the road. We ran off the road and dived on to the side of the road. "Where are we?" Jaz asked looking around. "I have no idea." I said.

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