"Getting kidnapped is fun!" Ditz said to Sandy in the back seat of the car. She was happily eating a piece of fruit cake.
Sandy allowed that there was some truth to that. Their kidnappers had provided them with burgers and drinks and cakes just to keep them quiet. Or rather, to keep Ditz quiet. There was not anything to complain about thus far, other than the fact that they had been in the car for over an hour. The teenager longed to get out on her feet for a good stretch.
Where were they going anyway? Their kidnappers seemed to be aimlessly driving about the suburbs. It looked like they were lost.
"Hey, do you know where the hideout is?" Stubbles asked suddenly.
"What? I thought you knew!" Messy exclaimed.
They were indeed lost!
"We'll find the place," Stubbles said, "Just need to gas up first."
"So we'll stop by the next pump and fill up."
"Do you know where that is?"
There was a moment of awkward silence.
"You could ask someone, you know," Sandy suggested.
"And have you yell for help," said the driver, "No."
They did not consider asking Sandy. Not that Sandy knew where they could find one anyway. They were in one of the suburbs far from home.
After some time of random driving, they did find a quiet gas station in an isolated part of town. Then they watched at a distance for the other customers to leave before they did their business.
Eventually, very late into the night, they arrived at the 'hideout', a cozy little house in a quiet suburb.
Sandy and Ditz were escorted into the house and left on an old sofa in the living room, under the watch of Messy. Stubbles disappeared into the kitchen, from where they could hear his footsteps on the hollow floorboards. Minutes passed before he returned with a piece of paper and a pen.
"Found it!" Stubbles announced, holding the paper up.
"Okay, now you'll sign the paper," Messy told Sandy.
Sandy glanced through the paper. The name Oscar Killington in the first paragraph pretty much summed up for her what it was.
"No," Sandy refused.
"What!?" both men exclaimed.
"I won't sign it," Sandy told them.
"Oh, this was supposed to be an easy job!" Stubbles said in exasperation.
"We were supposed to kidnap you, you sign the paper, you go free, we get paid!" Messy summarized.
"I'm not signing," Sandy was adamant.
"Yay!" Ditz cried out happily. Everyone else gave her a collective dark look. It failed to dampen her enthusiasm, though.
"So what do we do now?" Messy asked his friend.
"I'll find out," Stubbles said and went into the kitchen. After more footsteps, he returned, reading another piece of paper. "It doesn't say here."
Messy looked at him. "Now what do we do?"
"I'll go find out," Stubbles stepped to the front door, "Watch them until I get back."
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