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Chapter 1
Washington, DC
Tony walked along the street. It was night, which meant dark and cold. There was snow, a lot. It was minus ten degree, not snowing. Not raining either. Tony was walking fast, wanting to get home, where it was warm. He stopped in front of his doors. With his ice cold fingers he searched his keys, opened the doors and came in. He closed the door behind him. He wanted to turn on light. He turned the switch several times. No light. It was still cold. The heater obviously was off. Tony looked outside. Everything was normal there, street lamps were on. Just his house didn't have any light. Funny, he thought and put off his shoes. He walked down the entry hall, turned into his kitchen. He was stunned. A person was sitting there, on the chair at the eating table, waiting for him. 'I thought you wouldn't come', the person said. 'Do…do we know each other?', Tony asked and stepped nearer. There was no light, so he could barely see, just with the help of the street lamps outside. The person moved his face and looked at him. Tony shrieked. It was a woman, perhaps twenty-five years old. She smiled. 'Who are you?', Tony asked. 'That is irrelevant', she said. She had a slight accent but Tony couldn't say what kind of. 'What do you want?', he asked suspicious. 'That is more relevant', the woman said. She stood up and Tony could better see her face. She was very tall, had dark brown hair, blue eyes. She seemed to be very strong, he had estimated right, she seemed to be around twenty-five or twenty-six years old.
Tony wanted to say one of his Tony-typical women attracting sentences but he couldn't work out any. She was very tall, only a few centimeters smaller than he was. She walked toward him. 'What do you want?', he asked curiously. 'It is late night. You should sleep', she said and injected him an infusion, a sleep-inducing drug. He immediately fell down to the floor. She watched him fall. She took out her cell phone and dialed the number she dialed most often. 'Él está dormiendo. Podemos continuar.' The other person simply answered with: 'Sí.' Men came in the front door and picked up his body. 'Be careful', the woman said. 'Don't hurt him. That's gonna be my part.' The men laughed and brought the sleeping Tony out. She followed and closed the door behind them. She smiled.
Somewhere in the North of Mexico
Tony woke up. He lay somewhere, somewhere on floor tiles. He opened his eyes and looked around. He had a terrible headache. He was somewhere in a room without windows, old and dirty. Old and dirty floor tiles, the plaster was flaking from the walls. It was hot. Obviously not DC anymore, he thought. The room was empty, except for one table. He stood up. There were several instruments on the table. He couldn't name them all. But he spotted five different types of knifes. He further looked around in the room. It did not seem so empty now. There was a chain hanging from the ceiling. A video camera in the corner. He walked toward it and looked up. He reached his hands out, when he suddenly heard a click from the door. He sprang around. The door was opening and three men came in, followed by the woman, again. 'I already thought you would have forgotten me', Tony smiled. Without a word the men grabbed his arms and drilled him to the chains and tied him on it. He now was hanging in the air. 'That is not very comfortable', he said. It hurt. 'How could I ever forget when there is such an important and famous person down here', the woman said. The men left, she thanked in Spanish and they closed the door, leaving it unlocked. Tony looked down. He only wore underpants right now. The woman smiled when she saw him examining himself. 'You are not American.' 'And you are not in America right now.' 'Where are we then?' 'Guess.' 'It's hot here and we can't be far away. I don't think I was off for so long…I guess, Mexico.' She looked at him. 'Good', she said. 'But your accent is not Mexican', he carried on talking. 'What then?', she asked him, obviously testing him. 'You said gracias to the men, supporting the theory we are in Mexico. But you pronounced it with a 'th' which means that you learned Spanish in Europe. You are not Spanish, your accent's different.' 'Carry on.'
The chain started to cut into his wrist. 'Europe. Not Spanish.' She nodded. 'Not northern, rather Eastern. Russian?' She laughed. 'France?' 'Smaller.' 'Belgium? The Netherlands? Luxembourg?' 'Not that small.' 'Germany?' She laughed. 'In all American films the German are the evil, aren't they? Great, very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo.' He tried not to look surprised that she knew his name, tried to stay cool. That was not easy while hanging down from the ceiling. 'Who are you? And who are you working for?', he asked. She walked around him. 'Think. You are in Mexico. You have foes in Mexico. Some of them perhaps know you. Know what you know.' 'And what do I know?', he asked. 'A lot.' 'I don't have anything you could want.' She stopped in front of him. 'Yes, you have. Information.' She stood close to him, he was hanging from the ceiling, his feet were ten centimeters over the ground. She looked up to him. 'I won't tell you anything', he said strongly.
'Funny. I thought you'd say something like that.' 'Who are you working for?' 'Don't you remember any enemies you made in Mexico? Someone you managed to get shot, but who survived in hospital who got back to Mexico and carried on what she was doing.' In that exact moment the door flung open and another woman stepped in. The other woman went aside. 'Paloma Reynosa', Tony said astonished. 'Oh, you recognize me! Haven't been such a long time', she said. 'What do you want?', Tony asked. 'Revenge. And information.' 'You will perhaps get revenge but no information out of me', Tony said trying to sound calm. 'Do you really think so?', Paloma asked and glanced at the girl standing aside. 'I won't say anything.' At least Tony hoped so. 'Carolina will make you sing. Believe me', Paloma said and slightly touched his cheek. 'Such a wasting. You are a good special agent. You were.' She turned around, went back to the door and said: 'Carolina, when he's going to speak, I'm gonna come back. I see when it's so far.' She pointed to the camera in the upper corner. 'After that you may kill him', she said and walked out of the door, leaving it shut, but unlocked.
Carolina turned back to Tony. 'You don't wanna talk?' Tony shook his head. Carolina sighed. 'What a shame', she said and went to the table with the torturing instruments. 'No', Tony said.