A harsh cold shiver ran through my body before I realized that I was tied up. I could tell that whoever had tied the knot was still a novice, after all I have a great deal of experience of being tied up by a professional.
However, this poorly tied knot was not the result of a sadist trying to punish me. That is when I realized that I might actually be in some serious trouble.
Think. Think. Think. Damnit try to remember. What was I last doing?! The throbbing pain in my head made it clear that I received a hard hit, which is likely the reason why I recall so little.
Oh… That's right. There was supposed to be a meet up near the docks for a human trafficking trade. I was supposed to get a few photos and turn them in to the press.
I didn't know someone was walking up behind me till the blow to my head. My mind draws a blank from then to now.
The room was bright and plan. Steel walls that echoed the sound of metal hitting the ground. It was hard to determine how close the activity was to me but I didn't see anyone.
I was able to shimmy my hands free from the rope and reached down to release my feet. I looked around frantic once I noticed my camera was no longer hanging from its strap around my neck. All that work for those shots and now they have my camera, likely destroyed.
My ears were pounding to the sound of my own heartbeat. I had to get out. I saw the door behind me and ran for it. The sound of metal hitting the floor followed by the shouts of men made me ever more aware of the possible danger behind me.
I threw myself through the door, took a sharp left and ran till I was close enough to the next building to use the railing to give myself height to jump to the awning and onto the roof.
"The fucking punk is on the roof!"
At least my location allowed me to see the two men below me. I was also lucky that the storage warehouses were constructed close together to maximize their useful space. I could easily make a 12-foot leap to the next building during my adrenaline high.
The third leap across is when I lost them. I couldn't hear the sound of feet hitting the pavement nor the sounds of grunts and heavy breathing of the men.
Thankful, because I didn't have any more buildings to jump to but instead the road that led to the main gate. The docks were out of my view here so I couldn't determine those men's activity.
I did, however, hear the low hum of a car engine.
I dared to look over the edge and there sat a black limo. The sunroof was open.
I had no way of knowing who it belonged to but I saw a brief flash of gold from the interior and made my jump from the awning and through the opening. I didn't make my land before the vehicle took off, which made me roll back and collide with a pair of legs.
"When I got the report that you were heading to the docks I figured what you were after." The voice was calm. I knew it too well and knew it belonged to someone much more dangerous than the men I was fleeing from.
"Asami…" I was still trying to catch my breath from my escape.
The look he gave me told me that there was no room for an argument. The golden eyes bore into my soul.
I understood why, I imagined to myself that he worried but wouldn't admit to it. My efforts to get the scoop of a drug or weapons trade didn't seem to bother him as much. However, when I go after a scoop on human trafficking, his attitude toward my free spirit changed.
"You can drop me off near the park. I can walk the rest of the way."
Of course, my request was ignored. I thought about leaving the way I came in but the sunroof was closed and I didn't know which of the many buttons to press to open it and leap out fast enough before Asami could grab me.
I was pretty sure he decided to give me the silent treatment since he took his gaze from me and took to watching the buildings we passed by. So I decided against complaining and insulting him and sat on seat with as much space between us as the limo would allow.
I knew where he was going to take me and it was going to be a long ride to get there from here, even with the very little traffic this late at night.