The sound of a small piece of glass hitting the floor attracted Angie's attention and she turned to look back into the room. Someone was trying to climb through the broken window. She pulled the trigger again and the gun spewed forth its fury - the fire from the gun being even more evident in the partial darkness. The wall became splattered with multiple bullet holes and the person retreated back through the window. There were enemies everywhere and Angie couldn't decide whether to hide in the hallway or the room, so she stayed in the doorway somewhat exposed to both. She heard another noise in the hallway and pointed the gun ready to fire. Nothing.
Angie's attention became focused when she heard again the noise in the room. She turned her head and saw someone at the window. She turned the gun toward the window and pulled the trigger but nothing happened. She pulled even harder but still nothing happened. The man was coming in through the window. Angie squeezed the trigger hard, and still nothing happened. She then remembered Harry saying something about having 20 shots; surely she hadn't used all 20. She was frozen trying to figure out what was wrong. Suddenly one of the men who had left with Dr. Ahmad was standing next to her and jerked the gun from her grip. She tried to fight back but he used a roll of duct tape to secure her arms and legs. The man coming through the window helped the other and they simply carried Angie to the helicopter. She fought with the only tool she had left: her voice. She screamed long and loud for Harry.
Harry and José exited the elevator and Angie was gone. The sounds of the helicopter were intermixed with her distinct soprano scream. They rushed out of the hallway and through the entry. Guards were loading Angie into the helicopter which began to rise immediately. Harry raised his weapon and fired a burst at the tail rotor but it was a short burst. He was out of ammo. The helicopter continued to rise but pitched forward when the pilot tried to fly off at full power. Harry knew he had damaged the helicopter, though not enough to force it down. Now it was leaving with his wife as prisoner.
Harry said, "We need communication."
José responded, "Already checked telephone lines, dead."
Harry's mind was considering options when the float plane which had arrived earlier finally entered his consciousness. He told José, “See if you can find a working cell phone or transceiver. I'll see if the airplane that came in has a working radio. Seems like we don't have much time. We need to talk to Theodore and get a warning out ASAP."
José asked, "A warning to whom?"
Harry's face had a look of concentration on it before he replied, "This guy seems to have a major hang-up about gambling. I would expect his statement has something to do with the casinos. Maybe even with the lottery system. We'll have to leave that up to Theodore."
Harry didn't even wait for José to answer but headed out to the lake where a somewhat beat-up old-fashioned airplane on floats was tied to the dock. It was painted a classic red with an occasional patch of duct tape covering a tear in the fabric. The word “Beaver” was highlighted in white along the side. He moved at a loping run ignoring the complaints from his feet.