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say something or do something that made me return to cowering against my support beam. The more I heard of them, the less I thought they would be taking me for burgers any time soon.
    "This is bullshit," the younger one said, motioning to me. "I don't like sitting here with her at all. What if they come to get her?"
    "Shut up," the older one scolded him, " It's only been an hour. They don't know where we are. Now sit down and shut up. "
    "Fuck you, Nitty," the younger one said. I didn't fail to take note that I now had names for both of the men who had captured me. I didn't think I'd have any problem remembering them considering the circumstances. My eyes narrowed as I listened closely to their conversation, hoping they'd drop another clue as to our location or something else I could use to my benefit.
    Nitty glowered at Vic. "This is the job we've got so this is the job we're going to do," he told the younger man. "If you don't like it... no, fuck that.If you don't like it, too bad. You're going to sit here and do it anyway because I'm sure as shit not doing it alone."
    The way they were bickering with each other wasn't exactly useful to me as their captive, but it was at least nice to know they weren't enjoying themselves. I didn't trick myself into thinking I could actually turn them against each other. Nobody in their position was actually so dumb that they'd risk everything because a bound and gagged captive tried to play on their insecurities. I was just glad that at least one of them was worried about Ronan. I sure would be if I were them. I closed my eyes and imagined the fury that my man would have been experiencing just then. The thought that he might be fleeing town and leaving me to my fate wasn't a realistic fear at all. If it had been so long without a word, it could only mean one thing in my mind - Ronan was coming.
    Another hour passed without much conversation between Vic and Nitty . I did gather from the conversation that the two of them were working as mercenaries of a sort. Their jackets didn't bear any insignia and I got the feeling that though they might have been members of some club at one time or another, they were working as free agents now. Nitty kept referring to his time "back in the desert" though I couldn't think of what he was referring to. He didn't seem the sort of person who had spent much time in the Sahara or the Outback. Wherever he'd come from, I didn't like to imagine the circumstances that had brought him to this place - kidnapping innocent women on the orders of some warlord. The dangerous and frightening lives these people had been living had been going on like this for decades - right under the noses of a population that never noticed them. I'd never given had two consecutive thoughts about motorcycle gangs in my whole life before I met the Druids. I'd always known there were people out there who spent their lives outside the law, but nothing like this. The reality of my situation was hard to come to grips with. Kidnapping and ransoms and that sort of thing happened in movies, not real life. I was never prepared to survive in this kind of situation and I didn't know anyone else from back in Baltimore who might have been.
    "Screw this," Vic said suddenly, standing up from the table. "I'm going to go get some food."
    I could tell that even Nitty was beginning to become frustrated with this job. Earlier I might have expected him to repeat his frequently uttered catch phrase, "shut up" and tell the other man to sit down, but now even he was feeling the pressure.
    "Yeah, alright," he said, "Go get some burgers. We'll make that bastard McAndrews pay for it when we get back."
    "Damn straight," Vic said, finally pleased that his notion of the way their afternoon should be progressing was being taken seriously.
    "And get something for her too," Nitty said as the other man headed for the door. Vic nodded and vanished through the heavy metal door we'd come in by. Nitty looked over to me. His