"Let's live on the "wild-side" and sneak out the back way. The press will be waiting up here forever," said Madison.
"Sounds fair to me."
Madison led the way out, both she and Mark laughing. "I feel like a little kid getting away with something."
"I've had a few of those times in the short six months that I've been here."
"What ever made you come to Sydney anyway?"
"Oh Mark, you'll just have to check my profile for that information," laughed Madison, "We've been working together for five months; it took you long enough to ask. I want to know your story too. What's it all about?"
"Check under Mark William's file Madi ," he laughed.< p>"Touché," and she joined in with the laughter.
A man dressed in black approached them from the opposite end of the hallway. Mark took a hold of Madison's arm, just as a precaution. It happened so quickly that Madi didn't know what was happening.There was a gun pointed in her face and one in her back. Someone had snuck ypu behind them, but what did they want from Madison Wells? "You've got something we want," said the man in the front.
Mark slumped to the floor - the one in back had knocked him out. "Nooo…" started Madison.
"Who are you? What do you have to do with my case?"
"Shut up!! Where is it?"
This time the tone he used scared Madison, "It's in Mark's bag.."
"The only copy?"
"The only one I know of. The police my have one, I don't know."
"Fine, we'll be going now," he said after grabbing the cassette, "Goodnight."
Everything went black for Madison.
When she came to, Mark was still out cold. What did she need to do first? Attend to Mark or just call 911? She had to think quickly!