they aimed their guns at their targets. Jones focused on Greene. Blount pointed at Holmes, who remained inside the truck.
After counting to five, Payne threw the front door open while using Webster as a shield. “Show me your hands!” he shouted. “Show me your fucking hands!”
Greene stopped dead in his tracks and slowly raised his two closed fists into the air.
“Surprised to see us?” Jones teased from above. “You must be, since we’re currently trapped down by the swamps. That’s why you’re turning white, isn’t it?”
“Something like that.”
“Don’t turn too white,” Payne muttered, “or someone around here might make you a slave.”
Greene tried to take a breath, but his chest was too tight to inhale. “What do you guys want?”
“Revenge!” Jones shouted as he cracked his neck. “A shitload of revenge!”
Payne wrapped his arm around Webster’s neck and pulled him closer. “You know what I want. I want Ariane.”
“Then this is your lucky day,” Greene assured him. “She’s in the back of our truck with another girl. Why don’t you come over and see for yourself?”
Payne shook his head. “No, thanks. I kind of like it where I’m standing now. But my partner can take a look. Hey, D.J.?”
“Yeah, chief.”
“Can you see into the back of the truck?”
“Sure can. Looks like a couple of chicks to me. Not sure who they are, though. They’re tied up, and their heads are covered.”
“Do they look alive?”
“They sure do. I see lots of squirming.”
Payne returned his attention to Greene. “So, what’s next?”
“You’re obviously in control. You’ve got a gun pointed at my heart, and your arm wrapped around Theo’s neck. You tell me, how do you want to resolve this?”
“I say we shoot him,” Jones suggested. “Then we can just take the girls.”
Greene chuckled. “Oh, you could do that, but if you shoot me, Octavian is gonna speed off before you have a chance to grab them.”
“No, he won’t,” Blount yelled. “Before he travels ten feet, I’ll pump him like a porn star.”
Greene glanced at the other end of the house and saw Blount’s unobstructed view of Holmes. “That’s a pretty colorful image, especially from a hick like yourself. That English of yours sounds remarkably better.”
“Thanks. I borrowed your
tape.”
Greene smiled, trying to remain as calm as possible. He had played football in front of millions of fans on TV, so he was used to keeping his nerves during times of pressure. “Hey, Octavian! Do you have a clear shot at Ariane?”
Holmes thrust his muscular arm out the back of the cab and pointed his gun at the tied-up hostages. “Definitely! There’s not much that can stop a bullet from three feet away.”
“That’s true,” Payne remarked. “But the same can be said about my distance. And I promise you, I won’t miss.”
“I believe you,” Greene said. “But you know what? I’ve got a strange feeling that you’re not going to shoot me. You know why? ’Cause if you do, a lot of people are gonna die!”
“Really! And how do you expect to pull that off?”
“Oh, it’s not what I’m gonna
. It’s what I’m gonna
!”
Greene lowered his left hand and revealed the tiny detonator that he’d been concealing in his palm. “One touch of this button, and every anklet on this island goes
”
He accented his statement by making the sound of a large explosion, then followed it with a defiant smile. “So, let me ask you again. How do you want to resolve this?”
Payne remained stoic, showing Greene the ultimate poker face. He didn’t laugh, grin, or frown. “It’s simple, as far as I’m concerned. I get my girl, and you get your bitch.” He tightened his grasp on Webster’s neck. “Simple swap.”
“What’s to prevent you from shooting us the minute you get her?”
“Nothing,” Payne admitted. “But what prevents you from doing the same? Remember, you’re the one with the history of reneging.”
“That’s right,” Jones cracked. “You’re a re-
.”
Greene allowed his eyes to float upward. He saw nothing but the barrel of Jones’s gun. “You know if you weren’t black, I’d kick your ass for that comment.”
“Yeah, but you’d put me in handcuffs before you even tried.”
Greene lowered his gaze back to Payne. “So, you want to make a trade, huh? Tell me how to do it, and I shall oblige.”
“First of all, I need to make sure that’s Ariane.”
Greene clicked his tongue a few times in thought. “That’s gonna be tough. She’s currently gagged, and I’m not about to let you near her.”
“Not a problem, Levon. Just let me see her face. If it’s her, we can continue. If it isn’t, D.J. is going to show you his Lee Harvey Oswald impersonation.”
“Don’t worry,” Greene assured him. “You can trust me on this one. I’ll remove her hood, and you’ll see that it’s her. Okay? Just don’t shoot me.”
As Greene strolled toward the rear of the truck, he studied the upstairs window out of the corner of his eye. He hoped that Jones would relax for just a moment, giving him enough time to make his move, but Jones was too good of a soldier to slip up. The barrel of his gun followed Greene wherever he went.
“That’s far enough,” Jones ordered. He was afraid that Greene would sneak to the far side of the truck, and if he did, he would no longer have a clean shot at him. “Climb into the bed from the back bumper. If you flinch, you die!”
“Bennie,” Payne called, “how’s your shot at the driver?”
“Clear.”
“Stay on him, Bennie. Never let him leave your sight.”
Greene stepped onto the back bumper as directed, then pulled himself up with a quick tug of his arm. After stepping over the hatch, he moved toward Ariane, keeping his eyes on Jones while looking for a chance to get free.
“D.J.,” Payne shouted, “you still got him?”
“No problem. In fact, I’m tempted to take him now, just for the hell of it.”
Despite the boast, Payne felt uneasy about the situation. There was something about the cocky look in Greene’s eyes that made him nervous. Payne wasn’t sure what was going on, but his gut told him that something bad was about to happen. As a precaution, he moved forward, keeping the hostage directly between himself and Greene.
“Do this nice and slow,” Payne ordered. “No mistakes.”
Greene nodded as he pulled Ariane into a sitting position. Next, he placed his right hand on the hood that was tied around her neck while crouching down behind her.
“D.J.?” Payne screamed.
