| Chapter 8: "NEW LEAF", Part 4
Several hours after Davis leaves Randy exits her apartment. She is carrying two small suitcases and a duffle bag. She loads the bags into the small trunk of her Mustang. Travers starts the car as he watches her load the luggage. Sketty calls Davis on his cellular phone and reports the activity. Davis orders them to follow her to her destination and then wait for him. Not long after Davis meets his cronies at the warehouse and Sketty and Travers fill him in. They explain that the car disappeared into the floor. They’ve managed to bypass the electronic locks on the door, but they cannot find the mechanism to open the floor. “We’ll need the girl to get in,” Davis decides. “Can we do that?” Sketty asks. “The Mayor and Chief said to use any means necessary,” Davis answers with a smile.
It is 2:00 a.m. when Randy decides to go out to get something to eat. Dean has just returned from another busy evening. He dumps some mangled confiscated weapons into a large steel drum. He is reluctant to let Randy go out alone, but she promises to be careful and stay in the car with the doors locked. “That’s what drive-through windows are for,” she says with a smile, “so ladies with overprotective friends can still eat at night.”
Davis and his cronies watch as the platform descends to pick up Randy. Travers loads an extended clip into a converted 9mm pistol. With the firing pin shaved it will now fire fully automatic. Sketty crews a small tank of propane under the barrel of a self contained flamethrower. Davis loads a fifteen-round magazine of armor-piercing bullets into a .45 semi-automatic pistol. With the weight of the car upon it the platform gently raises to meet the floor at the surface. Randy turns on her headlights and finds that she is surrounded. Determined not to be taken without a fight Randy revs the engine to warn off her attackers. Sketty fires a stream of flames over the roof of the car. Davis waves his index finger at Randy. “Don’t even try it,” he says. “It’s a car, not a tank.” Randy cautiously opens the door. Davis reaches in, turns off the engine and sets the parking brake. He then handcuffs Randy’s left hand to the handle on the passenger door. “Bring us down,” Davis demands. The three men surround the car and Randy uses her remote to lower the platform. Dean’s instincts flare up when he hears the elevator returning. He perches on a small ledge over the opening to the shaft. The platform hits bottom and begins to rotate. The three men stand ready. “Shoot to kill,” Davis orders. “We don’t need to cage this creep.”
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