PIER 20
The minutes that have passed have
taken their toll on Tim's knees, and he is actively battling the urge to
fidget. He tries to adjust his stance without too much actual motion, without
much success.
"Where is this guy?" one of the men
out on the pier wonders. The other shrugs, his expression filled with outrage.
They both resume the pacing they began some time ago, glancing around for
some sight of Nick.
Andy rotates his wrist so he can
sneak a look at his watch. His eyes require a moment to see the position
of the hands through the darkness. Finally he is able to read the time.
"I need to get out of here," he whispers
to Tim. "I have to go try and stop the wedding." His voice is less a whisper
than simply nothing, but the movements of his lips are enough to tell Tim
what he is saying.
Tim nods, not wishing to risk any
more words than necessary. He gestures for Andy to take off and then watches
as he looks around for some way out. Quickly, Andy begins crawling away
from Tim in the direction opposite the pier. It becomes clear to Tim that
Andy has been studying an escape route for some time. Andy crawls through
the darkness, creeping with the slowness of dripping molasses but not making
a single sound. Finally he disappears around a corner and out of sight.
Tim can feel his body relax, though he is not exactly aware when it tensed
up so tightly.
"I'm gonna call him," one of the
men out on the pier announces. He pulls his cellular phone from his jacket.
Tim watches intently as the man moves to turn the phone on.
"You've gotta be kiddin' me ..."
the man mutters.
"What?" his partner asks.
"The damn thing's dead." He tries
once more to turn the phone on, without success, and then stuffs it back
into his jacket. "For all we know Moriani's been tryin' to get us the whole
time we've been here."
"Still doesn't mean he's allowed
to just not show up!"
"No, but at least we coulda not wasted
all this time. C'mon, let's go." The men begin to walk off. As they do
so, Tim relaxes even more. He finally allows himself to shift out of the
uncomfortable pose he has been holding for so long -- and, in the process,
strikes one of the barrels that is shielding him with his arm. It loses
its hold on the barrel beneath it and crashes to the ground.
Tim tries to duck even lower, but
he knows it is too late. Even though he cannot bring himself to look up,
he can hear the men approaching him.
One of their hands grabs his collar.
"What do you think you're doin'?" the man asks gruffly.
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