He who Sows Winds will Reap in Whirlwinds: Part III

"Did you really think this was going to help? You're such a pathetic loser! A room full of low-lifes to catch one girl??!!", she almost giggled. He was furious. How could she look so cool. Did she not understand that she was surrounded by three men who were all bigger than her with another one pointing a gun at her kidneys? "Just don't make any hasty moves, and everything will be fine", he mumbled, feeling more nervous with every second. He should never have taken the Teacher's advice. There was no way he could win with this girl. She was dangerous. He could almost hear her mind racing, as she judged how best to get out of the situation. "Listen to yourself, you moron. "Just don't make any hasty moves"" she mimicked his underconfident mumble rather well, he had to admit. He glared at her. The other guys in the room were getting nervous too. He could hear them fidgeting. They were men of muscle, with nothing between their ears to impede their actions. Keeping them still for too long was disastrous. He nudged her forward with his gun. "Tie her up. In the chair. And make the ropes tight." The biggest one hulked forward. "What is she, a Houdini?" he snickered. "Was Houdini the chap who killed the president?" asked the smallest one. "I always thought it was a sort of beer", chimed in the third. "Really? Are you sure you aren't confusing it with Heineken?" she said. Apparently, she was having a wonderful time. You'd have thought she was having tea with her aunt! "Stop it! Stop talking to her!!" he screamed. All four turned to look at him. They seemed more puzzled than anything else. "I'm going out for a bit", he said, blushing in embarrassment, and edging towards the door. He closed it behind him, locked it, feeling their amusement coming at him in waves, right through the door. He had to talk to the Teacher. This was just not his sort of affair.