I thought I should write something a little more fun. How about the four lads.........aside from their professional singing career, works with the cops in salving various cases. Sounds like a lot of fun to write! I'll give it a shot!
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(I'm posting this because I have bad news for the 100th chapter. I just found out about it 30 minutes ago. She to the covid-19, Indiana, the state I'm living in, just went under lockdown!)
John looked at Alfred. "Let me out of here. You can't keep me prisoner."
"I have to. I can't take chances."
"Well, then know this, I will make an attempt to escape."
"Go ahead. There won't be much of an attempt. There's no way out of here."
"So, yer gonna kill me?"
"I don't want to. Yer my son."
"I don't see what that has to do with it. Are you or are you not going to kill me because I figured you out?"
"I'm not going to."
"So, yer going to have someone else do the job for you?"
"I didn't say that."
"Yer also not denying it. How about this, have me. Leave my friend alone. Don't mess with him."
"Sorry. I need him too."
"No you don't! You don't even need me!"
"You weren't supposed to know what was going on."
"So, you were going to lie to me until one of us dies?"
"That was the plan. But it was ruined."
"Who do you work for?"
"I'm not working for anyone."
"So, it was yer own idea to do this? A likely story."
"It's true. Now, I want you call yer friends and tell them yer fine."
"Can't do that."
"Look, I don't want to make this any harder than yer already making it."
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"What's going on? Seriously?" Paul questioned. "Now the only person who hasn't disappeared is Ringo."
"Don't jinx it." George said. "We need to find him before he ends up hurt."
"Yeh. With John's mouth, he'll say something that'll get him killed. For knows, I've been wanting to kill him for quite some time."
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John's POV
He of course, got into a heated argument with Alfred which resulted in him gaining a black eye. He had been left alone again. Now, he was once again, trying to find a way out of the room.
John looked around the room for anything that could help him unlock the door. After a moment, he remembered he had a bobby pin in his pocket. Once he took it out, he approached the door and started to pick the lock. It took him a bit before he heard the door unlock.
