18 | Interrogation Scene

I was about to click on Jody's contact when a loud crash sounded from outside. "Shit," Colt muttered, rushing towards me. "If this was The Fugitive and we were Harrison Ford..." He gestured between us with a disdained expression at the analogy. "The bad guys would be closing in."

"Well, obviously they are," I hissed, dragging him away from the front door, which was being bashed repeatedly. "What do we do?"

"Uhh..." We passed the prop display cabinet and Colt plucked a gun from the glass shelf. "Skye." I nodded in response still pulling him in the direction of the stairs. "Go get your car and pull it around the front."

"No way!" I replied, trying to pull Colt up the stairs, but he grabbed my shoulders, holding me in place. "We don't know how many of them there are."

Colt shook his head, holding up the gun. "I will keep them busy. You sneak around the back and get your car. I'll be waiting out the front when you get there."

I sighed. There was another crash; this time, much louder than the previous. "Shit..." I muttered as  multiple sets of footsteps can racing into the room. "Fine. But be careful."

"Obviously." Colt nodded with a grin, cocking the gun and holding it up. "Hurry up."

I quickly raced around to the back door, cringing at the sounds of gunshots that echoed throughout the house. Please be okay, Colt. I quickly jumped down from the boardwalk, sliding down the pole that Colt and I had used to climb up earlier. I gritted my teeth as I tried to ignore how high up I was. Once my feet hit the ground. I unlocked my car and ran towards it.

I could still hear glass smashing and people shouting, despite being inside the car, with all the windows up. I quietly put it into neutral and rolled down the driveway, towards the front door. I kept the headlights off.  From my position, I could clearly see the super yacht parked in the harbour, right in front of the house

"Skye!"

I immediately rolled down the window, looking around for the source of Colt's voice. "Colt?"

"Up here." I looked up, to see him on the boardwalk, waving down at me. "I'll be down in a second." He was about to climb down, when an array of bullets flew at him. I gasped in horror as he dove down to avoid them. He went to climb down again, but to no avail. Bullets kept raining down. His only option was to run. "Go!" He shouted, standing back up.

I watched as he sprinted away from the gunfire, running towards the edge of the boardwalk, where—to my horror and astonishment—he jumped off the edge, landing on the yacht.

"Shit," I cursed, opening the door and jumping out of the car. I ran towards the boat, scanning for any sign of Colt. Suddenly, a very familiar voice reached my ears, but, I couldn't quite pinpoint who it belonged to.

"What went wrong?" I crept closer to the dock, ducking behind the boat. I inched closer, without making myself visible and listened.

"What went wrong?" My eyes widened. Colt! That was definitely Colt's voice. "Well as I look at it, you're torturing me right outside your super yacht, like a Bond villain, dipshit!"

My eyes widened in realisation and I slowly poked my head around the side of the boat to see the dock.

"What went wrong?!" Colt shouted, I peeked out a little more, my eyes widening when the laid on the scene. "What went right?!" Colt was tied up in a chair, with none other than Tom Ryder, standing next to him in a blue robe. Armed men surrounded them, weapons pointed at Colt.

Tom let out a sigh, audible, even from my distance. "You've changed." I saw Colt roll his eyes. "You changed. Yeah, we used to be like brothers, you and I. Entered into the sacred bond of actor and stuntman... man."

"Oh, god."

"Yeah." Ryder leaned over and patted Colt on the shoulder. "How many movies have we been in?"

"Oh, I don't know." I could tell Colt's patience was beginning to run thin.

I pulled out my phone, preparing to call the police, when I felt a presence behind me. "Well, what do we have here?" My eyes widened in fear when I turned around to see a large man standing behind me, gun in hand and a sick smile on his face. "Who might you be?" I didn't respond and he grabbed my arm, hauling me out onto the dock. "Look who I just found, boss."

I couldn't meet Colt's pained eyes as he noticed me being dragged out onto the dock. "Skye..." I kept them trained on my feet. "I told you to go."

I lifted my gaze ever-so-slightly as a pair of flip-flop-adorned feet stopped in front of me. A hand reached out and touched my chin, tilting my head up forcefully. I locked eyes with Tom Ryder. Five years ago, I would have been ecstatic. "Skye, was it?" I gritted my teeth at his patronising superiority. "You a friend of Mr Seavers, over here?"

"Leave her alone!" Colt seethed from his chair. I bit my cheek to stop myself from saying something snarky. "She has nothing to do with this."

"Then why..." Tom replied in a whisper, still holding my chin between his index finger and thumb. "Is she here!" I winced at his raised voice. "Why are you here?"

I swallowed harshly, my jaw shifting anxiously. "I... um."

"She's a friend. She's working on Metalstorm." Colt explained urgently. "Now, just let her go!"

"A friend?" Tom repeated. He seemed to be getting a kick out of making me uncomfortable. "I see." I glared at him. "Well then, you have to stay... Enjoy the show!"

I finally met Colt's eyes, immediately wishing I hadn't. They were wide and nervous and... scared. I hadn't ever seen him scared before.

"Your 'friend' here"—Ryder made air quotes when he said friend—"is going to perform a little stun for us." He put his arm around my shoulder and led me to stand in front of Colt, a few metres away. "Right, Colt?"

The veins in Colt's neck were popping and his jaw was squared. I could tell he was fuming on the inside. If not for the restraints, he would be on top of Ryder already, beating him to a pulp.

"Now, where were we?" I looked up to see one of Ryder's goons standing behind me, still holding the gun. I reluctantly turned my attention back to the scene before me. "Oh, that's right; We've done so many movies together because I put you in my contract. I did that for you. Now, what are you gonna do for me?"

"Die, I guess." I tried to stifle the laugh that was threatening to escape. Even in a dire situation such as this, Colt still managed to crack a joke. "Right, die? Is that the plan?"

Unbelievable. 

"It's nothing personal," Tom replied.

"Well, I'm taking it personal."

"You know what? It's just business," Tom continued, ignoring Colt, who was listing all the things he was supposedly 'taking personally.' "I mean, Tom Ryder's a global brand. I literally move markets. If I go down, the freakin' dow goes down." I rolled my eyes a his self-indulgence. "If you break your back, I replace you like this..." He snapped his fingers. "Boom. You know, if you'd just stuck to your job, instead of trying to hog the spotlight, this wouldn't have happened."

My eyes wandered, to the men around me, who were picking up big cartons of liquid. I furrowed my brows suspiciously.

"Henry wouldn't be on the scene. His accident wouldn't of happened." My eyes widened, meeting Colt's, whose were just starting to brim with realisation. "Your accident... freaky little fall—'cause you just push my buttons, man!"

"Wait a second," Colt interrupted, locking eyes with me as if he didn't want to say it out loud in front of me. "What did you say about my accident?"

I was furious now. I had pieced it altogether and I was ready to crash tackle Tom Ryder to the ground.

"Well, you know, you pushed me over the edge. You literally pushed the button," Ryder tried to reason unsuccessfully. "I mean, I pushed the button." The man behind me grabbed my arms and held me still, obviously sensing my growing anger. I didn't struggle. "I had to crank it up a notch."

"That was you?" Colt's voice was deadly calm.

"Yeah." Ryder looked painstakingly smug. "I had to teach you a little lesson, didn't I?"

That was it. I've had enough. Against my better judgement, I ripped my arms from the man's grasp and lunged for Tom Ryder. He wasn't expecting it, so I easily knocked him to the ground, my hands immediately grabbing the collar of his robe."You fucking—"

Before I could finish my sentence, a sharp pain erupted on the side of my head and everything went black.

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Ooh... plot twist! What do you guys think is going to happen? I got a bit carried away with this chapter, that's why it's so long. But I hope you still enjoyed it.