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Bette: “we have to try, Louise…, or you prefer to go back to Don’s place?”
Louise: “of course not, but we have to be prepared, we should attack those ruffians and take their guns.”
Bette: “how? They are always in groups of two or three.”
Tina: “Lou, Bette, stop arguing, we have to go.”
The girls traveled by night using flashlights and after three hours walking they made a wood-fire and took turns to sleep. The night was cold but they had brought the blankets from their beds and used them against the cold weather; after five hours of rest, they kept walking west using Tina’s compass.
Farm in Yellowstone, WY, Monday, 8:00 am
When the woman in charge of watching the captive girls entered to the bedroom early in the morning, only found a drunken sleepy Donovan Kennard lying on a bed; she tried to wake him up, but the big man was deep in his dreams. She quickly woke up the rest of the people in the house to tell them that Louise, Tina, and Bette were gone and that their boss was unconscious in the bedroom. Eric and Henry try to reanimate him but the man was still unresponsive. They, immediately, order the guards to look outside around the house for the fugitives, but they didn’t know where to search, and of course, they didn’t find them. It was around noon when Don woke up, he was furious, blaming everybody for the escape of the three captives. Don ordered the helicopter that was in Gallatin airport waiting for the laboratory’s chemicals, to come immediately to the farm and start the hunting for his nieces and Bette. After a bit more than two hours the chopper was landing on the farm.
Eric: “the helicopter is here, sir.”
Don: “good, I need five armed men and you and Henry to come with me.”
Eric: “there is no room for so many in the helicopter, at most six passengers besides the pilot.”
Don: “then you and Henry must stay here…”
Eric: (relieved) “yes, sir.”
Don: “but stay tuned for my messages…, oh, Louise, Louise…, I guess this was your own doing, but you, my dear, you don’t have a way out from me.”