Part 12 (2/2)

'No idea,' said Johnny. 'But we're going to phone Sam.'

'How about calling the police while you're at it?'

Johnny shook his head. 'If we call the police and this is just Jake being a p.r.i.c.k, they'll do us for time wasting.'

Ethan watched as Johnny pulled out his phone, scrolled through the numbers and hit CALL CALL.

A 'Yes?' hissed into the air, and Johnny handed the phone to Ethan.

'Your gig, mate; you'd best tell him.'

Ethan took the phone and explained everything to Sam. Two minutes later he killed the phone and handed it back to Johnny with a nod. 'He's on his way.'

'No surprise there,' said Johnny. 'So what do you want to do now?'

'Well, we either hang about and wait for Sam,' said Ethan, 'or we get on and do something. Let's see if we can find out what Jake's actually up to.'

Just then they both saw a shadow stroll out of the hangar and into the moonlight to smoke a cigarette. They watched, unmoving, until the figure flicked the cigarette b.u.t.t away and turned back. The dying cigarette cast a faint red arc in the darkness.

Johnny nodded towards the hangar. 'Let's go.'

The hangar doors were large, sitting like sliding cat flaps in two even bigger doors for aircraft moving in and out of the hangar. Ethan and Johnny crept past the open doors and hid behind a large bin and a pile of discarded pallets. From there, they could see what was going on inside the hangar without being spotted themselves. They saw torches cutting the dark like light sabres and heard laughter echoing in the air.

Jake was with two other men. They were both large guys, taller than Ethan, and they were dressed in black, with long leather jackets that finished just above the knee. They looked to Ethan liked they'd popped along to Criminals 'R' Us to get dressed up before heading out. From this distance, the only difference between the two was that one had blond hair, the other black. They were busy pulling the parachutes out of their packs and shredding them with Stanley knives.

'They're messing with the rigs,' said Ethan.

'Yeah,' Johnny muttered. 'They're shredding everything. Harnesses, canopies all ruined. The b.a.s.t.a.r.ds.'

They heard Jake shout at the other two to hurry up.

Ethan could hardly bear to sit still and watch as more rigs were destroyed. At last he spoke. 'We need to keep them here until Sam arrives,' he said. 'I reckon he'll want to have a word or two with Jake.'

Johnny nodded. 'And your plan for that?'

'We lock them in,' said Ethan.

'Nice,' agreed Johnny, nodding appreciatively.

'And simple,' added Ethan.

CHAPTER 15

'It's easy...' Ethan had almost convinced himself. 'You take this side of the hangar; I'll sneak round the back and come up the other side. That'll give me a chance to check the back doors are locked so they can't escape.'

'Used to trapping criminals in the act, are you?' said Johnny.

'When you see me at the other hangar door,' continued Ethan, 'wait for my signal.'

'Ooh, a signal!' said Johnny. 'How James Bond!'

Ethan smiled. 'I'll raise my hand. You wave back to indicate you've seen me. Then we push the doors together fast! and shut them in. OK?'

'Just like that?' said Johnny.

'Just like that,' repeated Ethan. 'Ready?'

Johnny nodded.

With a deep breath, Ethan scooted along the side of the hangar. There were two doors at the back and one more on the other side. All were still securely padlocked. Soon he was round at the front of the hangar again. He heard Jake laugh. It was a sound that made him want to punch him hard.

He looked across the doorway. Johnny was just visible on the other side. Ethan raised his hand and Johnny waved back.

Shoulder hunched against the door, Ethan pushed it hard. His heart pounded as he drove it along, willing it shut with everything he had. It screeched loudly in the night as he heaved it across.

Inside, a shout went up: 'The doors are shutting!'

Ethan heard footfalls approaching, but that simply made him go at it even harder. He wasn't going to let Jake win. With a loud yell, he gave the door a final push and saw Johnny do the same.

Then, just inches from closing, something stopped the doors in their tracks.

's.h.i.+t!' panted Johnny. 'They're on the other side!'

'Then shut up and keep pus.h.i.+ng!' cried Ethan. 'Pus.h.!.+'

Ethan could feel someone shoving the door the other way. His feet were slipping, his muscles were hurting now, and he'd already split his knuckles on the door. But he heaved again. He was so close...

Suddenly he felt his door give way, heard Johnny yell, and saw him flung backwards hard onto the ground.

Jake's companions rushed through the gap and hurled themselves at Johnny.

Ethan abandoned the door and ran to help his friend, but Johnny was already on his feet and ready for them.

The one with the blond hair reached him first, but Johnny dodged to the left, cras.h.i.+ng his elbow into the side of the man's head as he moved. Mr Blond stumbled and fell head-first into a wall. Johnny immediately whipped round as the other, dark-haired man came at him. This time, he stepped right and used his left leg to sweep Mr Black's legs from under him. The guy landed hard and face-first on the ground. Ethan winced.

Johnny turned to Ethan. 'Get out of here! Now!'

Ethan shook his head and ran towards Johnny, keeping a careful watch on the two men, who were now pulling themselves to their feet. He was ready to pile in, despite the size of Mr Blond and Mr Black. Johnny was a mate, and to Ethan, that mattered more than anything.

'I mean it,' said Johnny. 'Sam'll be here in a minute. I can handle this!'

'Two against one?' said Ethan, guessing Jake was leaving the rough stuff to these two gorillas. 'No chance!'

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