When Evil Prevails

Section 28

Writer - Gabriel Shaytan

FX is a Rysher production in conjunction with Fireworks Entertainment Inc. and Winterset Productions Inc as well as Hallmark Entertainment.

Don’t own ‘em, aren’t bein’ paid.
   

        The door swung open once again and Clem stepped into the room holding out a small first aid kit ' Sorry, it's all I could find… oh yeah… this too' he answered, pulling out a small antiseptic bottle.
        ' Thanks' Rollie answered, taking them, careful not to appear too worried about his patient on the floor.
        ' Will she be ok?  It looks bad' Clem replied calmly… normally people didn't live too long when they went against him… so he only knew the rudiments of first aid.
        ' Scalp wounds are always nasty, sometimes there is memory loss too' he added, thinking of it on the spur of the moment.
        ' Call me if you need anything else' he replied ' I'll make sure John stays away… I don't think appreciates your sense of humour'
        ' Most people don't' Rollie answered, turning back to Angie.
 

        The door clicked shut and Rollie listened as the footsteps had faded away, leaving them alone once again.  Using some of the water from one of the bottles he dabbed gently at the cut, washing away the blood until he could see the cut… it wasn't too bad.
        Using the antiseptic he cleaned the wound before carefully bandaging it, using a tight sterile dressing to cover the cut itself before placing the white bandage around it, sticking it in place with several strips of tape.  He knew Angie would hate it, but the worse it looked, the more he might be able to help her.
        Sitting on the cold floor he cradled her head in his lap, trying to make her as comfortable as possible, removing his jacket to lay it over her.
        ' You’ve done this before right?' Steven asked, impressed by the professional way Rollie had handled the treatment.
        ' Yeah… when you're on location and you don't trust the nearby facilities you end up doing a lot of work on the stuntmen yourself… unless it's really bad of course'
        ' Any I.D on her?' Jack asked, eyes lit somewhat, the thought of touching that body sparking interest… it immediately put Rollie on his guard.
        ' Don't see any pockets here… she probably had a bag or something' Rollie replied quickly, glancing across at Steven, who had noticed the tone of the man's voice.

        Looking down at her, Rollie noticed the earrings, and the necklace which graced her neck… Angie never wore anything like that without reason.  Then he recognised them, hiding a smile he saw that the switch for the send and receive was off… luckily, if they had heard something she could have been in a lot of trouble... a lot more trouble he amended.

        It was some time before Angie woke, a splitting pain in her head reminded her of the last few moments of consciousness.
        ' Hey you're awake.  I'm Rollie Tyler, call me Rol if you like.  This is Steven Spielberg… yeah the real one… I'll fill you in in a moment' Rollie began quickly, before she could give anything away ' This is Jack Neason' he added in a slightly different tone, one she would know clearly.

        Looking around slowly she brought a hand up to her head and felt the bandages there ' Owww' she muttered touching it lightly ' I think someone ran me into a wall'
        ' Looks that way… I'd guess it was John… he's like that.  Oh, don't worry if your memories a little fuzzy… it can happen after being knocked out' Rollie added with a slight wink.  ' So feel up to telling us your name?'

        Angela fell in with Rollie's idea immediately ' It's… uh… oh my god I can't remember' she said, eyes widening alarmingly.

        ' It's ok… you'll remember it, I promise' Rollie answered, hands holding lightly to her shoulders ' What would you like us to call you in the meantime?'

        Angie stopped for a moment, trying to think of something suitable ' I've always thought Christina would be a nice name'
        ' Ok… until we know different… Christina it is' Rollie said with a smile, she'd get him back for the smile he had no doubt…

         ' You said you were going to explain everything' Angie answered, moving with Rollie's help to a sitting position, noting the careful way he helped her and the small touch to his neck, asking her to put the comm unit back on.
 
         Suddenly appearing afraid that they might be missing, she checked her neck and ears, sighing visibly, totally faking it, when she realised they were still there.  ' Sorry… family heirlooms… I really would hate to lose them' she answered, flicking the small catch with her finger.

        ' Right… well at the moment we're being held… sort of as hostages I guess.  Steven is the important one of course and the rest of us were… um… in the wrong place at the wrong time.  We're not sure exactly what our three captors want with us.  Clem… he's the leader, the one who's been nicest so far, then there's John… hired beef… and Horton… I think he's the driver, in charge of transport' Rollie replied, laying it out.
        ' So what do we do?  I mean we can't just sit here in this small room, no windows and just the one metal door right?' Angie answered, describing their situation quickly.
        ' Did you see any of the outside of the building?  Is it red brick or concrete?  I think we're on the ground floor so we must be in the middle or on a wall against another building' Rollie asked, steering her towards what Mira and Tony could use.
        ' Umm, brick… but brown more than red... the doorway was up some stairs, only a few.  I thought I heard raised voices, didn't know if I should call the cops' Angie replied.
 

        ' Mira we've got something, Angela's transmitting again' Tony called, looking at the display ' No location though, I don't know how to work that.  I think they're trying to give us a description' he replied, noting down the details.
        ' Great, that gives us a chance… what have we got?' she asked, walking to where he sat.

        After showing her the results he looked at her, then at the comm unit ' Should we give it a try?'
        ' I think so but first we need to figure out something useful to ask' Mira replied ' we don't want to give it away for nothing'
 

        Rollie lightly sprayed the hinges on the door, not enough to noticeably alter the smell of the room, but enough he hoped to open it without it creaking.  Bending over he looked into the lock, the engraving announced that it was a Goodwin secure lock… a damn good lock.  It would take time for him to get it open… in fact Angie could probably do it better he thought.
        ' Anyone umm… know how to pick locks?' he asked ' I can probably get it open but it'll take me a while'
        ' I… um… I mean I think I know how… it's a bit fuzzy' Angie replied ' but I don't have anything to use'
        ' No problem Christina' Rollie answered, pulling out the small set of tools he carried for on the spot repairs.

        ' Now?' Angie asked, looking at him carefully.
        ' What do you think Steven?' he asked the man, who was, strictly in charge.
        ' I think you should go… I need to know what this is about' he replied, aware he was risking their lives, unable to ask them to stay.
        ' No way!' Angie answered ' It's all of us or none… no one stays behind unless we all do'
        ' Do what he says' Jack replied ' We can get out'
        ' You pick the lock then' Angie replied, holding out the tools.

        Jack started towards her when Rollie stepped between ' Ok, settle down everyone… we need a plan before we step outside anyway… they will have someone watching the door.  What we need is a distraction'
        ' We need to know who is watching the door' Steven suggested ' They would all react differently'
        ' Perfect… good idea.  Any suggestions for finding out?' Rollie asked.
        ' Call out?  Ask for something?' Angie suggested.
        ' No good… they'd just go ask Clem… we need something that isn't a big decision'
        ' How about going to the can?' Jack asked.

        Steven looked at Rollie, unspoken communication passed between them.  ' Yeah, that might do it… not like we could do anything.  I think Christina should go… she looks even less likely at the moment'

        Steven walked to the door ' Hey, the lady needs to go… we'll stand out the way so you can see us'

        Horton looked at the cell door, unsure of what to do, he could hear Clem arguing with John and he sure wasn't going to put himself in the middle of that… besides… the lady had looked pretty damn good.

        ' Ok… stand back… I've got a gun out here and I'll use it if I have to' he answered, stepping up to the door and looking through the slot.

        Pulling the door open he saw her standing, a little unsteady, being held up by the tall dark haired man.
        ' She can't make it on her own… if I help her you can still keep the gun on us' Rollie replied easily.
        ' Ok, but no tricks' Horton replied, stepping out the doorway, gun in hand, visibly sliding the safety off.
        ' Absolutely' Rollie agreed, helping Angie past the man ' Uh… which way?  Is it on this floor or upstairs on the ground floor?'

        Horton gave Rollie a surprised look ' This is the ground floor idiot, can't you even remember not going down any stairs… man I thought you were smart… along the hall and to the left'
        Rollie shrugged ' Too much excitement gets to me'

        Angie stifled a laugh, pretending instead to cough weakly… it had the desired effect and Rollie turned back to her ' You ok?'
        ' Oh sure… besides just being unconscious, having a huge headache, being held hostage and not being able to remember my name… I'm dandy' Angie replied sarcastically.
        ' Don't worry… everything will come back to you… I'm sure.  We'll get out of this… come on… we can do this' he answered, putting an arm around her and heading towards along the corridor.
        ' Hmm, small place, oh… that must be to upstairs… two storeys right?' she said weakly.
        ' No twenty… of course two storeys' Horton replied shaking his head ' Ok, right there… there aren't any windows I'm sorry to say'
        ' Ok, I think I can manage from here' she Angie said turning to Rollie ' Thanks for the lift'
        ' No problem… I'll be here when you get out'