Thoughts were racing through Brick’s mind. It’s not like his brother and him were ever the best of friends, but he had always thought that they were at least there for each other. But now he was riding in the back of a pick-up truck, in a truck bed that seemed ravaged by countless wars and years of rust, tied up and feeling like the end would come fairly soon.
Humphrey already looked like he had a plan about to hatch. The rust on the broken pieces of the truck looked like they could EASILY cut through the zip-ties that were on their wrists. No sooner had Brick thought this than Humphrey showed him his un-zip-tied hands in triumph. Brick started cutting the zip-ties with his own side of the mangled truck, when the truck suddenly stopped.
Silvio walked out of the car with his goon to the back of the truck. “You didn’t think I was THAT stupid, did you little brother?” Brick looked at him with a blank look on his face. Humphrey exchanged the look, hoping along with Brick that Silvio had not figured out their plan to break free of their captives.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Silvio,” Brick replied in his low voice.
Silvio responded with his cold calculating tone, “Little brudder, you didn’t think I wouldn’t have been able to tell that you stuck this tracking device on the bottom of the car, did you? I work with the NSA, remember? We know aaaalll about tracking and finding information.” With that, Silvio took out his switchblade and cut a tiny transponder off the bottom of the truck.
“Okay, Silvio. I know in my current situation, with being tied up and all, I don’t really have any clout in trying to convince you that it wasn’t me. But in all honesty, I’m a little afraid, because even I don’t know who put that there,” replied Brick.
“Then who could’ve possi-” Silvio was suddenly cut off by the sound of gunfire raining down around them from a Havoc attack helicopter.
“Now the fucking RUSSIANS are involved?!?” exclaimed Harley. “What kind of shit ya’ bringin’ me into boss?”
Suddenly the firing stopped and a booming heavily accented Russian voice thundered down onto the ensemble below. “Give us the hunchback, and you will be allowed on your way. Failure to comply will result in immediate termination.”
Brick stared dumbfounded at Humphrey, who could only manage a wink before a rope dropped down and he grabbed on while the helicopter took off. Then the truck peeled out and took off with Brick still in the back. They drove around a bend in the crude jungle road, and his friend was obstructed from his view.
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