Angie checked the feed for the others. It appeared their cover was now most definitely blown as the suspects were holding the undercovers at gunpoint. Angie tried to inform Mira and Francis about Rollie's situation but there was too much action and yelling taking place where the undercovers were. Angie could hear the approaching police sirens.
Angie punched a message into her PDA, which she left on top of the computer console. She then changed the tapes so they would continue recording and jumped out of the van, heading in the direction she had seen Rollie go.
Angie snuck around the dock trying to find Rollie. She looked back to where she came from and saw that Mira's backup was arriving.
"Rollie?"
"Rollie?" she whispered, but there was no answer, "Damn it!"
She made her way towards some crates that she remembered from the camera feed, and looked to see the name of the ship she was near. Pasiphae. This must be the place she thought.
She made her way to a crate that was opened and went inside.
"Rollie?" she called again. She was about to leave when she saw something towards the back of the crate. "Rollie...are you here?" she asked with trepidation, seeing something on the floor of the crate towards the back. "Damn it Rollie, if you're not answering it better be because you're going to jump out of somewhere and scare the b' Jesus out of me." She said as she made her way closer.
"Oh my God!" her hand went to her mouth to stifle a scream. Please don't be Rollie, she begged as she turned the body over and saw that it was not Rollie, but an old man. An old Asian man.
Rollie, where are you? She worried.
Angie made her way out of the crate and was about to head back to the van when she was grabbed from behind. She kicked and tried to wriggle free, but the man that put his hand over her mouth, and she felt something pointy prick her rib. He warned her to be quiet or she would be dead.
Rollie Tyler awoke slowly and in pain. His hand went to the back of his head and felt a bump already growing. "Bloody great!"
He was on the floor in one of the quarters on what he guessed was the Pasiphae. He felt for his PDA. It wasn't there. He remembered the guys that threw him in here had frisked him, taking his PDA and his screwdriver. He still had his mic, and the camera on his watch if it was still working he thought, hopefully.
"Ange? If you can hear me, I've run into a spot of trouble. I think I'm on the Pasiphae--"
The door opened and Rollie's hope for getting out of there was thrown into the room with him. Rollie reached out and caught Angie before she slammed into the wall. Rollie recognized the man that threw her in from his own encounter with the thug. The thug didn't say a word as he closed the door. Rollie could hear the bolt locking them in.
"Angie! What are you doing here?"
"Isn't it obvious? I'm rescuing you."
"Great."
Angie moved around him, looking at their prison. The only window was boarded up and there was only one door. There was nothing to sit or lay down on. As she passed him, Rollie caught site of a little blood that leaked through Angie's shirt near her ribcage.
"Ange, what's this?" he touched her side. "You're bleeding!"
Angie looked down at her shirt.
"It's nothing. Just a scratch."
Rollie lifted her shirt to look at it anyway and was satisfied that was indeed just a scratch. Angie jumped at his touch and swatted his hand away. Rollie smiled.
"So how long until the cavalry arrives?" he asked.
Angie looked up at him, scrunching up her face. "Well...."
"You mean Mira doesn't know we're here?"
"How could she? I didn't know you were here till I was brought here by that thug."
"Oh bloody awful!"
"Rollie, I did leave a message on the PDA in the van. And your signal should still be taping. Unless they found it?"
"No. They didn't find it but I don't know what shape its in. I was roughed up a bit before they brought me here."
"Are you okay?" she looked at him worried.
"I'm fine...just a little sore, that's all," he assured her as he touched the back of his head again.
Rollie sat down on the floor thinking their situation didn't look very good.
Angie sat down next to him.
"Rollie, did they say anything to you? Ask you any questions?"
"Nope. Not a one."
Angie looked down at the floor. That did not sound good.
"I did try to explain to them that I'm a filmmaker and I was scouting locations...."
"Did they buy it?"
He smiled, "I'm here aren't I?"
Angie smiled back.
"Rollie? Any idea whose body is in that crate?"
"You saw him? No clue. But I guess we weren't supposed to see him. Mira did say there was more to this than drugs...."
"But how does he fit in?"
"Dunno."
They were quiet for a time. Then Rollie turned and looked down at Angie.
"Angie, don't take this the wrong way…but I wish you weren't here."
Angie smiled up at him, taking his hand.
"Well, that goes for me too, Rollie. I wish that you weren't here. Actually, I wish we both weren't here."
Another moment passed in silence. Rollie looked down at their clasped hands and noted that she wasn't wearing the ring.
"I'm sorry," Rollie said breaking the silence, "I'm sorry for spilling the beans to Mira about your engagement."
Angie rose to her feet and rubbed her stiff neck, remembering how angry she had gotten at Rollie.
"It's okay. I'm sorry too, for getting so angry, and sending all your toys crashing to the floor."
Rollie's eyes narrowed.
"You're going to have to make up for that one," he shook his finger at her.
"Oh you think so, huh?" Angie's eyebrow rose.
"Yep."
Rollie rose to his feet too, his bum getting stiff. Angie began moving around swinging her arms back and forth. She was nervous but somehow being here with Rollie, she wasn't all that scared. Rollie caught one of her arms and brought her hand to his chest. Angie looked up at him, surprised. She thought maybe he had thought of a way out of there.
"Angie? Are you really going to marry that guy?" Rollie's voice was soft.