Valmont felt his head throbbing. Blast that Chan. Valmont and his enforcers found an old treasure map that led them into a desert and had nearly got away with the treasure but Chan had showed up and stopped them. Valmont had gotten separated from his men and finally had collapsed from the heat. But where was he. Valmont opened his eyes and looked around the room. It looked like a child's bedroom and boy's to be exact. It was green. The walls were close to the same green of Valmont's suit. And so was the bedspread of the bed Valmont was lying in.
"Where am I?" Valmont asked aloud. "Your safe my boy." Said a deep British voice. Valmont looked up to see an elderly type of man. His eyes were blue and his hair dark brown with only a small hint of gray. The man wore a dark brown suit almost the same color as his hair and he was leaning on a straight cane like Valmont liked to carry sometimes. "And who are you?" Valmont asked standing up. "You shouldn't be out of bed that was a bad heat stroke you suffered from. We wouldn't want you to collapse again now would we my boy."
Valmont thought a second clearly this man was only trying to help him apparently he wasn't aware that Valmont was a wanted criminal or Valmont would have already been turned over to the police. Valmont sat back down on the bed he still felt very tired. "Who are you?" Valmont asked again the man came and sat down on the bed and sat next to Valmont. Valmont scooted away from him this man made him feel uncomfortable for some reason. The man gently touched Valmont's hand and said, "Don't be afraid I promise I'm not going to hurt you. You remind me for some reason of my little boy, Phillip." And gently the man began to stroke Valmont's soft white hair this made shivers go down Valmont's spine.
"Was this his room?" Valmont asked as he pulled away gently this man seemed strange but he seemed sadder. "Yes it is he died several years ago from a heat stroke like you had. You even had it in the same spot my son did. That's how I found you I visit that spot on occasion to talk to my son. I prayed for him to come back to me and for the longest time, I longed for another child to call my own, another son. Who, in away, replace my little Phillip. But nothing until I found you." Valmont started to feel uneasy again as the man stood up.
"Don't worry my boy nothing and I mean nothing is going to take you away from here." "What in the world do you" A prick in Valmont's arm silenced him. Valmont realized that the old man was sticking a syringe in his arm and within seconds Valmont was out. The old man gently lay Valmont back straight in the bed before tucking him in. A man servant appeared behind the old man and said "Sir do you think this is wise I mean he is a wanted criminal?" "He isn't a wanted criminal any more he is now my son whether he wants to be or not."