1: Brad and Chad, looked at the two doses of bimbo juice that'd disguise them beyond all recognition, and allow the pair to escape the pursuing mob heavies, and the brutal beating, or torment and death they were promised.
2: Buck and Chuck, were being held in the basement of a suburban house. The sound of the mob enforcers pacing made the floorboards creak, dislodging dust. A thorough search assured the pair the only exit was back up the stairs into their hands. The promised threat of paying back their debt by other means was chillingly close, and terrifyingly real.
3: Sam and Tom, were going through what they hoped was just the mob equivalent of hazing. At least, they had to hope so. Maybe, the syringe had been filled with water, and this was to see if they had the strength of character to resist their fears and the lies of their captors.
4: Greg and Gary, had worked as a team. Undercover cops their roles were perilous. Gary hating the tech who'd wired him up, the feedback that had revealed his wire was at the top of his shit list... But, there were higher priorities just now, and they loomed menacingly over the pair. Heavy pipes, baseball bats, and other impromptu weapons ready to be used. The eight guys surrounded them no hint of mercy lit their eyes. The pair could only hope for a speedy response from their back-up.
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