Los Santos International Airport
It was 10 a.m. and the LSIA was crowded like always.
A young men was dragging his luggage through the crowds of people heading outside the airport.
He took his phone and made a call,"Hello, yes it's me. I'm waiting outside"
After a few minutes two men approached him,"Hello, Mr. Alonso"
"University of San Andreas? I was waiting for you" he said smiling.
They nodded and told him to follow them.
The young men took his luggage and started walking behind them to a parking lot.
Suddenly the two men turned back to him and started dragging him to a van.
"What's happening?! who are you?!" he tried to scream but they shut his mouth with tape and then tied up his hands.
He tried to break free from them but without success and they threw him in the back of the van and then they left at full speed.
"Easier then I thought" one of the two men commented sitting in the vehicle.
"I agreee. Everything was perfectly planned"
They turn to look at him,"don't worry kid, you'll survive if you behave"
He tries to talk, to beg them but it was almost impossible to do so with tape on his mouth. His hands are tied so tightly that everything he does is useless.
The only thing he can do is lie there and wait for the vehicle to stop.
He waited for maybe 2 hours when finally they stopped and they took him out of the van.
He looked around but he saw nothing but desert, where the hell did they take him?
He tries to speak again and this time they take the tape off his mouth.
"please let me go..I don't know what's going on, I don't have money"
The two men started laughing "we are not here for your money, but we'll take your wallet"
One of the two men - the tallest one- took his wallet from his pocket and then looked inside of it, then took his ID and started to read it, sharing information with his partner, "Miguel Alonso, 26 years old, comes from Colombia..bla bla bla"
"you're just some guy..why are they so interested in you?"
"I don't understand..I'm here to work at ULSA. I think you got the wrong guy!" he cries out.
They shook their heads.
"there must be an error, trust me!"
The tall guy takes his phone and shows him a picture..of him. This man has a picture of him in his phone.
"Santa Madre de Dios.." he whines desperately in his mother tongue.
He's about to faint when he hears a phone ringing, one of the two kidnappers answers the call, "we got him and his stuff, what do we do now? What? Really?"
It's a short call.
"We're done"
"And what about this idiot?"
"We can let him go"
"what? he's going to recognize us..we can't let him go men!"
"they say we don't have to worry about that"
"are you sure we can trust them?"
The other man shrugged his shoulders and said "I think so"
"okay then.."
After that conversation they beat the crap out of him before leaving him unconscious on the ground.
He woke up hours later.
It was getting dark outside and he was in the middle of nowhere.
He gets up slowly, thanks God the tape had loosen up and he's finally able to break free from it so that he can move his hands again.
He has nothing left but his clothes and all he can do is walk and hope to find someone who can help him.
He spent almost an hour walking when he finally spots a few houses in the distance, he starts running like there's no tomorrow.
He runs up to one of the trailers and knocks on the door;
A boy with blonde dreadlocks and a weird voice opened the door,"who are you?"
But before he could answer another men came behind him.
He had brown eyes and hair and an intense, crazy gaze "who the fuck are you?" he said before dragging him inside the trailer..