Maddy struggled against her captor, fighting him in any way she could.  Which wasn't much considering how she was bound.  She groaned as he dumped her on the ground and then pulled her back to her feet, her scalp screaming at the way he was using her hair as leverage.  She swallowed nervously as he moved in closer, his eyes burning into her.  He was as bad as the others.<br/><br/>She gasped as he slapped her arse, once, twice.  The sting burning as he made his point clear.  She was about to tell him exactly what she felt about his idea of clearing up the mess, when he told her to watch and listen.  She glared at him and turned attention to the new man, she had a feeling she was looking at the man behind the operation.  There was something about him that made her shudder, the aura he gave off was pure evil.<br/><br/>~~<br/><br/>Hal was sweating as Mordecai spoke to him.  Shit he had fucked this up, he really had.  He had wanted the cunts and completely forgot the codes that the man had told him to tell the boys to get.  He frowned as Mordecai spoke, a ripple of fear began to work down his spine, the guy was a fucking pyscho.<br/><br/>“Come on Mordecai, I fucked up, I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you.”<br/><br/>He began protest, he wasn't happy at the money being taken from him, but the words froze on his tongue as she found himself looking down the barrel of a .45.  He felt himself shake hard, he saw the trigger squeezed, a moment of brief panic and then....<br/><br/>Hal was no more<br/><br/>~~<br/><br/>Toni screamed.  Her screamed echoed around them.  She had watched as the man had his brains blown out and blood splattered over her.  She screamed and struggled, fighting, writhing.  She had to get out of here, she had to get away.<br/><br/>Toni had never witnessed these sort of things.  She was bought up in a good household, even had her television viewing monitored.  Suddenly to be faced with these things and she didn't know what to do.<br/><br/>~~<br/><br/>Maddy felt sick as she watched the man so carelessly dispatched.  She shook her head and then looked at the man with the gun, “I suppose you think that little demonstration will serve a purpose” she said to him sadly, but there was something about him.  Something..then she gasped, her face turning pale.<br/><br/>“Mordecai McCallahan” her voice was a dead whisper.  She was suddenly confronted by a ghost from her past.  Her distant past.  “Y..you're dead” she said to him, her eyes wide and her face pale.  “I was told they killed you”<br/><br/>It couldn't be him, it couldn't be.  He had been a friend of her ex husband and he had always terrified her.  And now, now she was here, with no escape.  She knew now things were about to get very, very unpleasant.