Ritza, Brad, Greg and Gina drove in silence for an hour, until Ritza turned down a dirt track. The track was short and lead to the rundown house that Colin and Drew had been at previously.
          "It looks deserted," Brad pointed out.
          "Oh believe me it’s not…we're just down a couple of cars thanks to your friends," Ritza remarked.
          "So what's the plan?" Gina asked.
          "Well…I know Ryan is in a room around the back. The only way to get in, other than the door, is through the roof," Ritza announced.
          "There you go monkey girl," Greg perked looking at Gina.
          "Do I get a choice?" Gina scorned.
          "Nope," Greg smirked.
          "You guys can go sneak in the back door and I'll try and distract Rona…ok?" Ritza nodded.
          Ritza locked her car and marched to the front door, she waited until the other three were out of sight before she knocked.
          "So how you gonna get on the roof?" Greg asked.
          "Not on darling…in" Gina corrected.
          "Ok…how you gonna get in the roof?" Greg countered.
          "Well…not out here…who's going in first?" Gina asked as they sidled up to the back door.
          "I'll go," Brad said bravely.
          He pushed the door open and it creaked loudly. Gina followed and Greg fell in behind. They wandered through a bare laundry, where Gina stopped and stared at the roof. Greg, who wasn't paying attention, ran into her.
          "What the fuck are you doing?" Greg breathed.
          "Finding my way into the roof," Gina whispered pointing to the covered entrance to the loft.
          "How you gonna get up there?" Brad asked.
          "Well you're going to give me a leg up," Gina smiled.
          Brad gave Gina a wry smile and linked his fingers together, she placed her foot on his hands and then Brad helped boost her up. She slid the wooden cover off the loft and hoisted herself inside.
          "Good luck," Brad whispered.
          Gina coughed as the dust flew up around her. She balanced along the beams, trying not to squeal when she wobbled. It didn't take her long to locate another loft cover, and she guessed the room Ryan was being held in.

          "About time you bloody got here," Rona hissed.
          "Sorry, I've been busy," Ritza scorned.
          "Busy? What do you think I've been doing? Not only did you lose the fat one, you let the bald one get shot and you lost two of our cars," Rona snapped.
          "Hey, they had nothing to do with me Rona…and you know that," Ritza snarled.
          "I left you in charge," Rona scorned.
          "Fuck you," Ritza hissed.
          Rona lashed out and slapped Ritza. "Don't you dare talk like that to me."
          "So what have you got planned for the tall one?" Ritza managed to breathe as she rubbed her cheek.
          "I'm not sure…he doesn't put out easy you know," Rona chided.
          "I don't blame him," Ritza mumbled.
          "Should have seen him wail when I took his wedding ring," Rona mused.
          "You're insane," Ritza snapped.
          "I'm covering you arse…you should be thanking me," Rona declared.
          "I'd rather be in prison than thank you," Ritza spat.

          "So is she a good lay?" Greg said cheekily.
          "Shut up Greg," Brad scorned.
          "Oh go on…share," Greg teased.
          "Is Gina?" Brad countered.
          "Pfft…you think I'm that desperate," Greg sarced.
          "Well you seemed pretty friendly to me," Brad jeered.
          "Hey, we're talking about you and the psycho bitch here," Greg huffed.
          "Can you refrain from calling her a psycho bitch…she's actually very sweet," Brad grumbled.
          "If you tell me you love her I will seriously hurl," Greg said seriously.
          "Don't be stupid," Brad mumbled unconvincingly.

          Gina slid back the loft cover and looked down, she could see Ryan slumped in a chair looking nothing less than pissed.
          "Oi Stiles," Gina whispered through the hole.
          Ryan looked up. "Gina," he breathed.
          "You better believe it mate," Gina smiled and swung down through the loft and landed softly on the floor.
          "How did you know I was here?" Ryan asked as Gina undid the ropes.
          "You want the long or the short version?" Gina asked.
          "Better make it short," Ryan replied as he got to his feet and rubbed his wrists.
          "Brad's fucking Ritza," Gina mused.
          "He's what?" Ryan gasped "What's wrong with him?"
          "God knows," Gina shrugged and hurried over to the door. She opened it a crack and found Brad and Greg waiting outside. "Come in," she added.
          "You're fucking Ritza?" Ryan said mortified as Brad entered the room.
          "No…I mean…yes…look it’s too hard to explain," Brad grumbled.
          "We've gotta get out of here…Ritza and Rona are having a domestic," Greg announced.
          "Rona?" Ryan scowled. "So that's the bitch’s name."

          "WHAT'S GOING ON?"
          Two heavies bounded into the room, followed instantly by Ritza and Rona.
          "What the hell…" Rona's voiced trailed of and she turned venomously to Ritza. "Did you have something to do with this?"
          "Oh yeah, like they need help…they've already outsmarted you countless times," Ritza jeered.
          "YOU STUPID BITCH," Rona screamed and lashed out at Ritza again, this time slapping her other cheek.
          "HEY," Brad yelled and hurried in Ritza's direction.
          Before Brad could make it Rona pulled out a gun.
          "Get back where you were," she scowled. Brad did as she said.
          "Man, is she unstable," Gina breathed.
          "What did you say?" Rona snapped.
          "Nothing," Gina shrugged.
          Rona pointed the gun at Gina and cocked it. "So who are you?"
          "She's a journalist…I've seen her on TV," announced one of the heavies.
          "Fuck," Gina mouthed.
          Rona moved closer to Gina, the gun only inches from Gina's head. Rona smiled wickedly and then turned to one of her heavies. "Take her away," she ordered.
          Before Gina could protest, a heavy had grabbed her and was dragging her from the room.
          "Right," Rona perked, her gun swaying in front of the others. "You in the glasses…"
          "Yeah," Greg peeped.
          "Get out," Rona ordered. "NOW," she spat after Greg hesitated and then walked from the room.
          Greg kept walking until he was outside. He wandered to the side of the house and fell to his knees. His palms were sweating and he was shaking. He'd been beaten up by a bad loser and attacked in the shower. But nothing was more frightening than that crazy bitch waving her gun about.
          He wasn't sure what to do next, when he heard screams. Greg got back to his feet and crept to the back of the house again. The screams had been Gina's as once again she was locked in a small tin shed. Greg waited until the heavy was gone before he made his way over.

          "So, shall I make the assumption that this has been what's been keeping you busy?" Rona mused, wandering over to Brad.
          "He doesn't know anything," Ritza spat.
          "He's cute," Rona smiled.
          "Leave him alone Rona," Ritza begged.
          "You think I'd hurt someone as pretty as him?" Rona continued as he stroked Brad's cheek with the barrel of the gun.
          "Oh gee… and I thought you wanted me," Ryan piped up, adding a well-timed distraction.
          "Well you're not going to give me what I want though are you?" Rona pouted.
          "I can be convinced," Ryan smiled and raised and eyebrow.
          Rona left Brad and walked straight over to Ryan. She gave him a flirtatious smile and pressed her body against his.
          Ryan looked over her shoulder at Ritza and mouthed "go" and jutted his head in Brad's direction.
          Ritza motioned to Brad to come to her and he quickly did so.
          "You know, things would be easier if you put the gun down," Ryan cooed and planted a soft kiss on Rona's cheek.
          Rona dropped the gun and wrapped her arms around Ryan. "Kiss me," she breathed.
          Ryan obliged.

          "Gina are you ok?" Greg whispered through the rotten wooden door.
          "I think so," Gina replied, her voice sounding shaky.
          "Stand back, ok," Greg ordered. He listened to her footsteps move to the back of the shed. He then stood back and kicked the door; it was so old it opened easily.
          Gina appeared from the back of the shed and for the first time was obviously scared. She had her arms crossed across her chest and looked like she was fighting back tears.
          "Did that bastard hit you or anything?" Greg asked.
          Gina shook her head and they stood in silence for a moment.
          "Oh come here, you're breaking my heart," Greg said, his voice tinged with concern.
          Gina lost her tough girl image completely, wrapped her arms around Greg and sobbed quietly into his shoulder.
          "It’s alright, the crazy bitch will be bouncing of padded walls before you know it," Greg jeered.
          Gina giggled through her tears.
          "Don't tell anyone this happened now…I don't want it getting around we touched," he added.
          "I'm already thinking of bathing in disinfectant," Gina sniffed.

          "What do we do?" Brad mouthed to Ritza.
          Ritza narrowed her eyes and then tiptoed across the room, she quietly bent down, picked up the gun and then thrust it in Rona's back.
          "Ryan…step away," Ritza ordered.
          Rona was shocked and speechless, so Ryan dashed over to where Brad was near the door.
          "You won't shoot me," Rona announced.
          "No, you're probably right…" Ritza sighed.
          "You don't have the balls," Rona spat.
          Ritza removed the gun from Rona's back, Rona turned around and Ritza lifted the gun again. "Do you want to test me?" she asked.
          Rona said nothing.
          "Tie her up," Ritza ordered.
          Brad and Ryan grabbed the rope that Ryan had been tied with earlier and hogtied Rona. Then Ritza turned to the heavies who had stayed quiet the entire time.
          "Rex, Ron…go…and tell the others they're not needed any more…tell them to get real jobs," Ritza declared.
          "What about…" one of the heavies mumbled, pointing to Rona.
          "Go," Ritza ordered.
          The heavies left and Ritza turned to Brad and Ryan. "Let's get out of here…I'll call the police to pick her up…and I'll ditch this off a bridge somewhere," she sighed, looking at the gun.
          "I'll meet you guys outside," Ryan announced and made his way outside where Greg and Gina were waiting.
          "What happened?" Gina asked.
          "Believe it or not, Ritza saved the day," Ryan sighed.
          "We saw the heavies leave," Greg added.
          "Yeah, she let them go," Ryan nodded.
          "Oh, before I forget," Gina perked and reached into her pocket. "That heavy that dragged me out the room, he dropped this," she said placing Ryan's wedding ring into the palm of his hand.
          For the first time that day Ryan smiled.
          "Thank you," he said softly and gave Gina a friendly kiss on the cheek, she blushed like a 14-year-old. Greg noticed and raised an eyebrow, so she turned away.

          A few moments later Ritza and Brad wandered out arm and arm, the others tried not to look disgusted.
          "I've called the cops so let's get out of here," Ritza announced.
          "It'll take them at least half and hour to get here," Gina pointed out.
          "Eh…minor technicality," Ritza mused and led them back to the car.