Brooke just stared up at Logan's billboard-like face in shock and dismay. What could possibly have possessed him to look over the phone like that? Had he really heard them fighting back here? That didn't seem possible, and yet, there he was.
"You bitch!" shouted Abigail, pushing at her rudely and knocking her to the hard tabletop. "If you hadn't made so much noise, we could've gotten away!"
"Fuck you!" yelled Brooke, kicking ineffectually at Abby's ankles. "You're the one who started trying to choke me!"
"Now, now, no need to fight, ladies," chuckled Logan from far above. "I was just reading this wonderful story in the newspaper, and it started me thinking about you, that's all. Now come on, you don't really want to be out here in this great big office, do you? It's time to go home."
"No!" screamed Abigail as his hand moved towards her. She dashed away, trying to get to the telephone cord, even though she knew she had no chance. Nearby, Brooke just sighed and leaned back, resigned to her fate. They weren't going to get away now, were they? Logan was going to lock them up for sure. So much for the illusion of freedom!
Just then, another voice sounded behind him. "Hey, Logan," came the unfamiliar sound--the first time either tiny woman had heard anyone else speaking in ages. "Network's on the fritz again, and Chuck's freaking out."
"Shit," muttered their giant tormentor under his breath, turning to face the new arrival. "Not now, Jack, can't you see I'm busy?"
"Busy with what?" The slightly taller African-American took a few steps inside the room, eyeing Logan curiously.
Keeping himself in between Jack and his two pets, Logan smiled and tried to act nonchalant. "Oh, nothing important, I guess," he replied, crossing his arms and leaning back against the table. His right hand continued to move around, trying to find Abigail, but by now she was on the other side of the phone and out of easy reach.
Just a few inches away, Brooke was now sitting up, heart pounding. If she could just get this guy's attention, there might still be hope! Unfortunately, Jack's view of the table was totally obscured by her giant tormentor. She got to her feet, avoiding the wildly swinging hand, and saw at once that the only route that led to his view was blocked. Then she noticed the phone cord winding away and down around the edge of the table.
Without hesitation she dashed forward, grabbed hold of the plastic line, and slid down towards the floor, not bothering to look back and see if Abigail was following. She no longer cared what happened to Abby--it was every tiny woman for herself!
As soon as she hit the ground, Brooke started running towards Jack, hoping he would see her. He was intent on his conversation with Logan, though. "I'll be right up," she heard her captor say. "Hang on a sec, though, I need to make a phone call, okay?"
"Sure," said Jack, "but you better not keep Chuck waiting. He wants to get his email, you know." With that, the huge fireman turned and left the room, his feet passing just inches from Brooke's frantically waving form.
"Dammit!" Brooke swore, looking back to see if Logan had noticed her. He hadn't, because he was now turning back to the table to hunt down his tiny pets. From her vantage point on the floor, Brooke saw Abby just reaching the phone cord up on the desk, obviously getting the idea to get down to floor level a few moments too late. Their eyes met across the room, and for an instant Brooke laughed. Not so smart after all, eh, Abby?
She allowed herself just that one moment of satisfaction and then turned and fled, getting around the corner just as Logan's hand wrapped around Abigail's screaming form.
"She's right there!" Brooke heard Abby's tiny, faraway voice shouting. "She's getting away!"
"Not so fast!" laughed Logan as he plucked Abby off the cable, lifting her up into the air as if she weighed nothing at all. "Where do you think you're going, little one?"
"Quick!" Abigail yelled. "It's not too late! You can still catch her!"
"What are you talking about?" demanded Logan. "Is this some kind of diversion? I thought you two hated each other!"
"I do hate her, dammit!" she shouted up at him frantically. "You idiot! She slid down the cord already! I saw her run around the corner!"
Logan sighed and started looking around on the table, ignoring Abby's further protests. Only when he checked everywhere did he realize she was right. In just a few steps he crossed the room and looked out into the open garage, but of course by now Brooke was nowhere to be seen.
"You see?" Abby yelled. "You let her get away!"
Logan didn't reply. His heart sank through the floor as the prospect of losing Brooke washed over him. He had to find her, and fast, before someone else got a hold of her, or she managed to get out of the building!
Ignoring the wriggling, shouting woman in his hand, he stepped around the back of the desk and pulled open the center drawer. He dropped Abigail inside without a second thought, slammed the drawer shut, and headed back to the garage, where he got down on his hands and knees and began to search.