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The goon named Ben answered. "Gut pung. Just what it sounds like. You punch me i. Then I get to punch you i. First guy who 't go on loses. We play with each other all the time but that gets b so we like to get some new blood into the game when we roll into a own. And we'll even make it sp. You only have to take on one of us. You win and your brother here gets a bye. You both walk out of here and that's the end of it.
"Then you and baby brother have to stick around a while a us, um, play a few games before we let you go. Theoss you out of the trailer a few miles outside town. By the time you walk home, we're in the city. And if you say anything and the cops show up, we'll have 20 other roadies swear we were playing cards with them the whole time, so it's your wainst ours."
"Shut up, Tommy," Scott barked. He realized this was only going to go one way, and he had to pray he could take one of these guys, and that they'd let it be a fair fight, so he could protect his brother.
"And if I lose?" asked Scott.
"Whie of you guys is it going to be?" Scott asked. "My turn," said Ben, with a leering grin on his face. "Ready to get it on? Tell you what, seeing as how I have the weight advantage, you even go first."
Scott gulped hard. These guys were nuts and they meant business. He had no choice. The first guy unlatched the back of a semi, one of several identical trucks o, and swung open the back. He boosted first Scott, and then Tommy up into the steaming hot interior of the taihen he swung himself up and in. The other two guys followed, the last one swinging shut and bolting the hatch.
Scott couldn't believe the nerve of this jerk, but he also didn't know just how psycho these guys were. And he had Tommy to worry about to. So instead of starting anything, he tried to talk his way out of it. "Look, I'd really like to, but we gotta go, I have to get the car back by seven and…"
Ben walked to the ter of the trailer and braced himself. ", kid, give me your best shot." The heavily muscled roadie had several inches and a good fifty pounds on Scott. Scott summoned up every bit of tration, drew back his arm, and threw all he had into a swinging roundhouse right aimed squarely into Ben's solar plexus. His fist exploded with pain as he made tact with the giant's rock-hard abs. It was like pung a brick wall. Ben didn't even flinch.
Even though he could barely breath ieamy hot trailer, Scott felt a cold shiver run down his spine. "What?" he asked.
Tommy squirmed and threw his arms against Ben's chest. "You fu' psycho, you put a hand on my brother and I'll fu' kill you!" he screamed.
"Wele to our humble abode," said one of the goons. "I'm Gus. This is Ben and Ted. We'll have to leave in a couple of mio start loading out the gear, but we'll be alone here for a while yet. And just in case you're thinking of anything, this baby is totally sound- proofed. Kid Rock could play a set in here and you wouldn't hear a thing outside."
The tractor trailer had been sitting out in the sun all day and it was stifling hot inside. Scott rubbed his burning eyes as he felt sweat begin to dribble down his chest. The interior of the truck was dimly lit by several small, battery-powered lamps. Some sort of thick woven mesh was strung up on the side panels, probably to prevent things from bumping into the hard steel walls.
One of the bruisers behind them quickly put his hands on Tommy's shoulders. His huge hands locked around the boy's throat. "We do this the easy way or the hard way," he said menagly. "You e with us or I break his neck. Very simple."
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"Hey, you got us all wrong, kid," said Gus, smiling malevolently. "My friends and I are just looking for a little friendly petition. You ever do any gut-pung?"
"All right, look, I don't know what kind of games you think you're playing, but let's just keep this between us, okay?" said Scott. "My brot nothing to do with this. What happened, I actally hit you i and you want a piee?"