"We've got her, sir, but she's not co-operating. What shall we do?" The voice echoed inside the black stretch limo as if the person on the other end of the phone was sat no more than half a metre away.
"Do nothing, Yorik, I will be with you soon and then she will talk!" The man's German accent made his speech harsh but even without it his voice was sharp and authoritive.
"Yes, sir." Yorik replied, followed by a beep as the phone was cut off. The man leant forward and cut the ash of the end of his cigar into a bowl of potpourri. As he did so his face came into the light, he had a handsome, chiselled look to him, with dark searching eyes and hair with fell limply over his forehead. But the astonishing thing was his youth; he could be no older than twenty and yet in his black eyes he held the weight of a man thrice his age.
Often he would sit for hours on end wondering how he had got involved with all of this. It had been his fathers quest not his and yet now his father was gone it was up to him. He had a lot o lie up to!
"We are there sir. Would you like me too alert them of your presence? "The driver's voice buzzed through the intercom system.
"No but wait for me here, I may have other matters that need attending to." So this is it? The thing I swore I would never do if I took over from my father and yet here I am about to do it? But this had obviously this had meant a lot to him and he owed it to him to find out what it was about at least?
He flung open the door and strode across the gravel driveway. The mansion towered above him and he felt a shiver run down his spine before he pulled himself together again. He had been living in the mansion he had inherited for eighteen months now and yet it still gave him the creeps. The large wooden door in front of him opened as he approached and the butler ushered him in, the door banged shut and then he was off. The man followed behind even his long legs having to stride to keep up.
"She is in here master." The door he held open lead through to a large wine cellar at the back of the house. In the centre of the room sat a woman, her hands tied tight behind her back. As she saw her new visitor he eyes shone with a malicious hatred. She jerked forward as if to attack but stopped as she felt the cold but of a shotgun press into her neck.
"Well well well…You are a feisty one Ms Starbright!"
Author's note- mmmmmmmmm… not quite what I hoped it would come out as but I wasn't expecting to get so many reviews so quickly however I have a feeling someone posted more than one review under different names…but anyway tell me what you think about it but be nice. Sorry it is so short and so rubbish. I might delete it and start again though.
However if I don't be warned I will not update until I get ten reviews. So get tapping.