Chapter 1!

What's happening? What's going on? I can't form any figures (shapes). Where am I? Who bought me here? Why can't I see? I can hear noise all around me. Where am I? "Can you hear me?" What kind of stupid question is that? Hold on what type of accent is that. It's not polish or any or any type of European accent. This person is not from Europe. Am I still in Europe? I better be. Some heads will roll if I'm not. I don't have a passport for one. Groan.

"Good you can. Tell me what your name is." Says the male non-polish voice.

"Who are you?" I almost scream but contain it to a growl.

"No need for that. When the time is right. Right now I need to check whether the sedative has had any permanent damage. Please, tell me your name." This last bit was totally not a plead but a demand. So totally not gonna tell him.

"I can't see. Am I not supposed to be able to see?"

"That is normal. You will not be able to open your eyes for another couple of hours."

"Oh!"

"Now answer my question."

"Sheesh, alright grumpy bum. My name is, Shallow. Happy."

"Full name, including any middle names."

"Bloody Mary! Do you really need my full name?"

"I was told you were like this but come on. This is unbearable."

"Shallow Sarit Raziel Moore." Hee, Hee, Hee. Sigh. That isn't even my full name but it's probably the extent he knows. I hate my full name it is full of Hebrew names. My parents were big fans of the Israelites. Ugh.

"Good. No damage there. Lets see. Hmm …" Well I still can't see and all this idiot can do is um, ah and hmm. Well I need to see. Hold on there's a bit of light coming through. Shapes are forming but a bit fuzzy and they look like shadows.

"Is your sight getting better?"

"Yes." How long have I been here? And where the hell is here?

"Good. You'll be able to see soon."

Silence on my behalf. I ain't speakin' no more 'till I know whom I'm talkin' to. My sights getting better the shadows aren't so fuzzy and I can start to make out what is in the room. The non-polish dude is standing right in front of me. Other stuff is around him but I'm not quite sure what they are. Who is he? Colour is now coming. Although it's fairly dark in this room. My capturer was of a big build (and I mean big in every department). Lots of muscle (and I could tell this even though he was wearing a baggy shirt). Fairly tall 6 foot, at least. Black/brown hair colour, which wasn't too long or too short. He was darkly tanned like he spent hours out in the sun. He was wearing black cargos with a white shirt and wearing steel capped boots. He would take your breath away if you saw him on the streets. Totally another story when your tied to a chair and his the one keeping you there. So not surprising that because of my pissed of state I was not at all awed. Instead I blurted out what I had known the moment he had spoken, "Your not Polish. Who the hell are you? And where am I?"

"Don't yell. Good to see you've got your sight back." This was said layered with sarcasm.

"You didn't answer my question."

"Your in Australia. And it doesn't matter whom I am."

Stunned Silence. Australia, that's on the other side of the world. I am going to kill who ever allowed this to happen. Head Will Roll.

"Tell me your name." I demand. Anger boiling inside me. This idiot had sedated me for at least 24 hours if not more. The moment I new his name I am going to escape. Then I'm coming back to kill him.

"I've told you that is not important." He yells.

"Well I think it is. I need to be able to address you properly. Don't you think?"

"Well yeah, but your not allowed to know my name. It's orders."

"How many of you are there?"

"There are twelve."

"Really. Now, if I was to ever to meet your leader I would need to be able to tell him how well you handled me compared to the others."

"Well I guess when you put it that way."

He pauses. Only for a minute. "My name is, Ezrafe Moshly."

"Thank you Ezrafe. I appreciate you being honest with me."

Stupid Idiot now all I have to do is figure a way out of here. My men should save me but just in case better have a back up plan. Considering they wouldn't even think of Australia. Although they should be able to use the tracer that is implanted somewhere in my body. That is if it is still working. Omigod, it probably isn't, that is how they got me halfway around the world. Going to have to get some answers out of Ezrafe, before he leaves.

"Ezrafe, who is your leader?"

"Nah, I ain't tellin' you that."

"Oh, why not? I could make it worth your while." I say enticingly. Need some good worthwhile things brain.

"Really like what."

"Your price."

"My price." He says with a note of disbelief in his voice.

"Within reason, of course."

"Oh, so how will it work?"

"You suggest something and I will tell you whether it's reasonable. That alright."

"No. You say something and I'll tell you whether it's reasonable."

"Alright."

"Good."

"How about a French kiss." I suggest.

"A bit more."

"You decide how long."

"Good anything else."

"Or you could get some of your other men together and we could play strip poker. How's that."

"That's good, what does the winner get?"

"What I first offered you but if I win none."

"Deal, his name is Raeil Norvat."

"Good we need food and alcohol for tonight."

"Wow, when you strike a bargain you can't wait to see it done and finished."

"Hell no, this is going to be fun."