Transporter
Set in the near future. Frank Martin receives a mysterious phone call and although he doesn't want the details, the details are given to him anyway. The package in question is one that he should have said no to. However, before he could reply, the phone call ended, leaving him with only the pick up address and the destination.
Lying in his row boat with the absence of company, Frank Martin, Ex Special Force Operator, enjoyed the French sun bathing him in comfortable warmth. Life was quiet, but that was the way he liked it. There was no fuss, and no fuss meant no unnecessary hassle.
However, it was when the phone call came did the intrusion upon his quite life begin and Frank Martin found himself dressed in what he deemed as his 'work clothes' and driving his car to the 'pick up point'.
His latest employer did not introduce himself, merely stated what was required of him, what the package was and where it was to be delivered to. The offer was 1. Not 1 hundred, not 1 thousand or hundred thousand, but 1 million dollars, an offer that the employer knew, was far too tempting to reject.
As he arrived at the 'pick up point' Frank Martin looked around for the so called package. The road had led him to the middle of no where, trees lining the path he had driven along. The coordinates he had keyed into the navigation system had shown that he had arrived. So…why was there nobody there? The sound of a metal chain against tree caught his attention and he turned his eyes towards the sound, squinting beyond the quintessential line of trees.
The package was in a form of a woman. He had known that, but the surprise that came with the image, Frank Martin was unable to contain. She was stunning. Her long wavy black hair cascaded down around her shoulders, framing her small but well proportioned face. Her eyes were wide and golden brown, her nose was small and her lips were full and luscious. The Asian girl's wrist was chained to the tree and she slumped against in it resolute defeat. The key had been set mockingly just out of her reach, but in plain view.
After watching the girl, or the so called package for a further minute, he slid out of the car and strode up to her, listening to the gravel crunch under his feet. His shadow caught her attention and the girl looked up to him before scrambling back as far away as possible; a vain attempt, a last attempt at defiance. They both knew that he could easily overpower her.
"Huh." Frank Martin said as he picked up the silver key coated with dirt. He turned back to the girl; her wrist was red from where she had tried to pull free of the cuff. Wordlessly, he bent down and unlocked the silver metal that trapped her to the door.
The girl stood immediately and ran, but to her disappointment, stumbled and fell. Frank Martin took his time in getting to her and pulling her to her feet.
The girl, clearly weak from hunger and exhaustion, slumped forward and Frank had to catch her again.
Geez, what is this? He thought to himself and sighed and he bundled the girl neatly into the passenger seat.
She turned to him, glared at him with angry, unruly eyes before turning away, curling up and falling into a restless sleep, lips occasionally trembling from some unseen fear.
Frank Martin looked at the girl one last time and veered the car smoothly back onto the road before heading to the destination where she was to be delivered.
Indeed, he was curious as to why she was the package in the first place; but Frank knew better than to ask questions. Questions always led to trouble.