This Guy #4

The rooms at the Marriott were really nice after the last places we'd stayed. I did my best to use all the hot water they had, but eventually the heat made me dizzy and I was forced to admit defeat. I threw open the windows letting in a blast of chill air. Sitting on the end of the bed facing the window, my heart pounded, I reveled in the sensations not letting any thoughts intrude.
Niklas let himself in from the sitting room with an armful of clothing. He tossed a few items onto the bed I was sitting on.
"I didn't know your size, so I just got the biggest they had." He grinned mocking me.
"What the fuck is this?" I held up the clothes and turned to him. He had actually bought a suit for me. It was some dark shade of grey, there was an ivory colored shirt that might have been silk.
Niklas quirked an eyebrow at me, "It's a suit, Alex" he paused slightly at my new name. We had agreed to only using the new names, so we wouldn't slip up when it was important.
"No shit?" sarcasm dripping, "Didn't I say something about jeans, t-shirts, maybe a jacket?" I tossed the clothes onto the bed.
"It won't work." he shook his head, "If we're going to find him, we'll have to check bars and clubs like where he found me. You can't get into them wearing jeans, looking like some redneck biker." He had given this some thought; grudgingly I pulled on the shirt and pants. It actually fit rather well, looked good too, who knew Niklas was such a fashion guru. I teased him a little but I wasn't that unhappy with how I looked.
I did have to draw the line at the shoes he picked though. They were very fashionable shoes I'm sure, but with the soles they had I was pretty sure if i had any trouble the first thing I'd do is slip, fall, and bust my head open. Niklas assured me that after i scuffed up the soles a little bit, the leather would give me good enough traction. I must have looked longingly at my combat boots, Niklas shook his head "No way man, It would look ridiculous."
I had to bow to his knowledge in this area, for me fashion had always been easy. How scary did I want to look? If I needed to dress up I put a button-up denim shirt on and tucked it in, maybe polished my boots. I felt almost naked the clothes were so light and loose. I was like a real gangster when I tucked the pistol into my waistband, as far to left hip as I could so it would hide behind my coat. I practiced getting it out a few times and decided that I was going to avoid any quick draw situations. Otherwise I was going to shoot myself, or rip my pants off.
"Got your passport?" I asked him. He patted his coat for a second the nodded.
"So where are we going?" Niklas asked, I guess if he was supply and logistics, I must be operations.
"We're going back to where those guys grabbed me." He looked surprised at first then nodded.
"Then what?"
"That drug dealer called somebody after I talked to him. I want to find out who he called, who else he knows."
We were outside now and I stopped I had no idea what we were driving now. We had brought the beamer up, but decided to ditch it at a nightclub downtown. We took a cab to the hotel.
"Over here." Niklas used a remote to chirp the alarm on a black Lincoln Towncar with really dark tinted windows and brought chrome hubcaps.
"Nice, We'll blend right in." I can't help it I'm just sarcastic..
We drove around for two days before I saw the guy we were looking for. He saw us too, and flipped us off while he walked his corner. He must have figured us for feds or cops. He didn't recognize me I knew he couldn't see us through the side windows.
We watched him for a while then I had Niklas pull up to him.
"If he runs I want you to nail the gas and run his ass down." I instructed, he looked nervous his hands throttling the wheel, then his jaw clenched and he nodded.
We got up next to the guy and I opened up the door, gun in hand but held low I stepped out. He saw the gun right away, maybe he recognized me, and in either case he spun on his heel and took about two steps before Niklas nailed the gas. The car lurched forward tires squealing, and thudded into the runner. Niklas didn't let off the gas though the guy flew forward a foot or two landing on his hands then the car rammed him in the ass plowing him face first into the concrete of the sidewalk. The car finally stopped I ran up to them.
Niklas stepped out of the driver’s side door with the 38 in his hand and was looking over the hood of the car trying to see where the guy was. The dealer was screaming and when I got there my stomach lurched. The dealer's leg right above the knee was under the tire, trapped. His foot was twisted in a crazy direction, ankle probably broken. He was thrashing around trying to pull himself out and screaming curses pretty incoherently. I stepped up and kicked him in the side catching him beneath the ribs. The wind whooshed out of him and he gasped trying to suck it back in. My whole body trembled with adrenaline, my legs felt shaky but when he hollered again I kicked him again in the same spot.
"Ra.. I mean Niklas!" I yelled, "Dude you gotta back the car off him or I can't get him up!"
Niklas actually grinned sheepishly and jumped back in the car jerking it into gear and lurching back a couple yards. I grabbed the dealer by his jacket, trying to pull it up to tangle his arms so he wouldn't fight. He wasn't moving though, I guess the car rolling back over his ankle had made him faint. People were starting to watch from up and down the street, but so far no one had said anything or looked like they were going to interfere.
Niklas held the back door open and I rolled the limp body into the back. I was in the back with him, Niklas jumped in and we took off.
I stripped the guy down to his underwear looking for a gun, but he wasn't armed. I pulled off all his jewelry took his cell phone and pager and looked for any bleeding. He was unconscious but seemed okay, other than his ankle that was already swollen to about the size of a grapefruit, all purple and angry looking. I tied his hands in front of him with his shoelaces, then took my own shoelaces and tied his bound arms to a slipknot around his neck. I was pretty sure he couldn't run, and short of strangling himself he couldn't do much with his hands.
I realized I was breathing pretty hard, my heart felt like bursting out of my ribcage. I rubbed my hands on my legs to stop the trembling from the adrenaline.
"Where the fuck are we going?" Niklas yelled from the front.
"Shit. I don't know." I tried to think of a place we'd be secluded. "We got to go somewhere there are no people."
"Ok, ok- I got it we'll go towards the shore, take one of the old fire roads off the highway into the pines?" He looked at me in the mirror.
"No way man!" I shook my head, "Too many chances. What if we got stuck in the sand or a fucking ranger came by?"
"Shit!" Niklas was a driving a little too fast, hands clenched on the steering wheel.
"Slow down man. Go back towards Trenton, there's that little shit-hole motel. We can drive the car right up to one of the rooms in back."
"You sure?" Niklas looked at me in the mirror.
"Yeah we'll look like a couple of gay foreigners. We'll play the porn real loud so no one will hear this guy."