The truck convoy slowly moved its way through the streets, Shavian looked back through the slatted windows of what they called the “transport”. She thought of it more like a prison on wheels. They were carted through the hotel as the military broke down the rest of the festival and pushed people into groups for transport.
Elliott, Roger and the rest of their group had been handcuffed and (thanks to Jackson) labeled dangerous, and shipped out with the first groups. She had to assume it was to keep them from starting a new riot against them.
Junie, Fipps, Higgins, and Elliott were packed into one truck. Roger, Aubrey, and herself where herded towards to the other.
Elliott started to protest, “No you don’t! You can’t separate us!” His protests died quickly as she gave him a look. He looked confused and dumbfounded as he was pushed up onto the other truck. Higgins didn’t seem that worried till Jackson walked up into her truck, un-cuffed and not even escorted by a security guard. Then Higgins tried to pull himself back out of the back of the truck till he took the butt of a tactical riffle to the stomach.
The argument could still be heard from the other truck as Shavian and Roger stared off against Jackson as he walked quietly to the front of the cabin and sat down, saying nothing. He didn’t have to: his vulgar smile said it all. Soon guards were pulling themselves up into the back of the truck and chaining cuffs to D rings built into each seat.
“What the hell is this, ehh?” Roger said, not even pretending to sit down.
The guard sighed and pushed Roger down into this seat, locking him in next to Jackson. “Standard procedure. Sit back and enjoy the ride, Irish.”
“I’m a Scotsman you twat!” He rattled his arms against the chains trying to get at him. He’d moved on to locking Aubrey and Shavian down in the back near the door.
“Yeah, yeah,” the guard said sounding bored. “Why don’t you sit back and shut up before I come over there make you swallow your teeth?”
“What’s the problem in here?” McNabb barked stepping into the cab.
The guards saluted, “Sir, nothing sir! Just getting the passengers ready for their pleasure cruise, sir!”
McNabb lowered his brows at him and was going to say more but Roger spoke up again. “Hey, where is Jackson’s jewelry?”
McNabb turned his attention onto Roger, much to the relief of the soldier. Their job done, they filed out of the cab silently. McNabb looked over Jackson, confused, then back to Roger. “Why would I need to chain down someone that has done everything I’ve asked? If it wasn’t for him, I would have had to chew my way through that damn vigilantly security.” Jackson looked smug and Shavian saw a knowing look between the men.
“You all have a good trip, it’s a few hours till we get to rendezvous.” McNabb stepped out, locking.
Soon after, the trucks started to roll out like clockwork perfection. She could tell they were moving south onto
I-5 when Jackson stood up, grabbing the overhead rail to balance himself. “Hello, Red.” He smirked walking slowly along the chairs. Roger was already rattling at his chains spitting half words.
She looked up onto his dark eyes and already knew this was coming, it had all been planned from the moment
Jackson agreed to work with the military. She’d be the prize. He’d have his revenge.
“You heard the captain. I’ve got you all to myself for just over an hour.”