LIKE REFUGEES TRYING to cross a forbidden border, the World Trade victims moved stealthily through the woods in single file. Their instructions whispered by Matt and Joshua through the darkness. The batteries to their vehicles were now installed, but had not been test-started least they alert their captures. The group would follow the lead vehicle no matter what, instructed Matt. No matter what. Seated in front would be Audrey the waitress with a light on her gagged mouth. And Hector, who looked the part, instructed to hold a knife to Audrey’s throat if there was a confrontation. Joshua would ride in the last vehicle it was decided.
The vehicles came to life quickly, but not before all the lights in the camp switched on. Matt could hear the front gates swing shut, and the clamor of doors opening and closing.
“Be ready to do your thing Hector?” said Matt as his lead vehicle crawled through the snow towards the front gate.
Their captors were waiting with flashlights and spot lights. It was hard for Matt to see them in the harsh light. The front gate was shut.
The bearded man known as The Leader stood in front brazenly holding a rifle.
Matt slowed down, opened his window and said. “We’ve decided to get an early start. Would you be so kind as to open the gate?”
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