On the Run

Chapter 7

As the truck comes to a certain stop, one of the guards says, "Get up. Step out. You try anything, you die. If you manage to somehow kill all of us in here, there are about 50 more guards out there, aiming and I'm pretty sure half of them are trigger happy." That comment got a chuckle out of a couple other guards. As the doors slowly open at the back of the trailer,  the same guard says, "The boss has been anxious to meet you."

He struggles with his bonds and a guard on the outside says, "Get moving." He refuses to move at first and a guard in the truck pulls out a taser and shocks the air to intimidate Trey. It works and he jumped, then he started walking towards the back of the truck. As soon as he steps out of the truck, lots of guards were waiting for him and simultaneously loaded their guns and aimed at him. There were still a couple guards with their guns down. Trey looks down at himself and sees three red dots on his chest.

"We have three snipers positioned in spots you won't be able to reach in case you pull anything." The talkative guard says. "The boss went to great lengths to make sure you get here safe."

"Why would he want me here safe?" Trey asked him.

"If you get shot, the drive might get broken and all we've worked for is gone." the guard said sternly.

"Really? All I have to do is break it and you lost?" Trey said thinking of ways to get out of the cuffs to get the drive.

"HAHAHAHA! We have a lot of copies of it. Did you really think it would be that easy to stop the inevitable?" the guard said hysterically.

"Maybe?" Trey said trying not to sound dumb. He also got a feeling of all lost hope when he said 'inevitable'.

"You've already lost, you don't need anything but your new home." the guard said.

"New home?" Trey asked, confused.

"Did you think you would get out of here?" the guard asked, stunned.

"Or dead." Trey said kind of joking. But, once he said it he realized they might actually kill him. His face turned pale realizing the situation he is really in.

"That can certainly be arranged." the guard said.

A new guard came in , this one was in a uniform with a different design and a much bigger build. He seemed angry, or he was just naturally that way. Once he said, "No talking. Another word and I rip your thumb off," Trey realized he was both naturally and just aggravated. Trey thought to himself, "Why my thumb specifically? That's a little weird. but I guess if they don't want to kill me but want me to suffer it makes sense, but still..."

Then, they come up to a giant building with two big doors. The doors open and Trey sees two men opening the doors from the inside, five more guards with guns, and two more guys with dogs.

"This is a bit over-the-top." Trey said kind of joking under his breath. Then the guard put his gun to Trey's head and said, "I said no talking."

After two minutes of walking, they reached what seemed to be their boss' office. "Trey!" a man in a big chair behind a desk said in a welcoming voice. The man stands up and starts walking toward him. Then the man says, "I've been awaiting your arrival for a while now."

"Do you really need all these guys to keep one person restrained?" Trey asked him, showing his restraints, "It's not like I can really do anything."

The man waves away and the guards leave the room leaving just the two of them.

"I really want to make this easy for the both of us. Just hand over the drive and I'll let you go and forgive you for what you've done. If I were you, I would've done the same thing. Maybe not for the same reason but we're pretty alike me and you."

"It's YOU and I, not me and you. Not to be the grammar police or anything." Trey said to get on his nerves. After hearing the word police, the two guards burst in ready to shoot.

"No. NO. NO!" the boss man yelled at the guards angrily," He's not with the police! We have that covered. Now get out before I fire all of you!"

After that comment the two guards turned and left the room again.

"Did you guys have a practical meeting about what words to bust in on while eavesdropping?" Trey asked jokingly.

"You know what? You're quite the comedian. If we weren't meeting under these circumstances I'd offer a job here. That could still be arranged, and all you have to do is hand over the drive." The man says reaching out to Trey.

"Ok. But let me ask you one thing about your methods." Trey says and the mans hand goes back to his side a little.

"Fine, what is it?"

"Why?"

"Why what?

"Why go through all this trouble just to get the drive. You could've just taken it from me back at my house."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, the flashdrive is still at my house. I assume you know where that is and how to get there."

The boss's eyes immediately shrunk and filled with anger. He turned quickly to his computer and started typing. He then pressed a button on a speaker and screamed orders for the gunmen to get to Trey's house. Trey took advantage of this and slowly backed away towards a desk on the other side of the room with the building's schematics on it. He then grabbed the papers and shoved them in his pockets in a hurry before he got caught. He started backing towards the door. Once he reached the door, he bolted out and shoved the guard on the right out of the way. He then proceeded to a room at the end of the hallway. It was a janitorial closet. There's not much in there besides a couple brooms and spray bottles.

Trey grabs a chair and props it against the door to try to keep them from getting in. He then notices a lock on the door. He locks that then takes a deep breathe. He leans against the wall and tries to get his bearings together. But, it's not long before the guards that he ran past started pounding on the door. They yell through the door, "OPEN THE DOOR!"

Trey starts panicking. He's breathing heavily trying to think of ways to escape or even keep them out longer because the setup he has won't hold for long.