The man was sitting on his board watching the waves roll by. He scanned the ocean with a practiced eye, picking out the good waves coming in. Every once in a while he would start to swim towards one, but then he would stop and frown. He glanced at the shore, the sun was just barely clearing the horizon and there were a few surfers scattered along the beach and waters.

A large group of men were making their way towards the beach. They jumped in the water on their boards and started making their way towards him.

"Mornin' fellas!" The man grinned. His scruffy blond hair was slicked back from the water.

"Good surf today?" One of them asked. There were six of them. All of them seemed to be forcing smiles.

The man shrugged his blue eyes watchful. "I've seen better." He said nonchalantly.

"Now if you don't mind," One of the men said as he took out a gun. The rest did as well; all were pointed at the blond haired man.

"Whoa whoa," The man tried to keep his cool. "Gentleman, can't me do this in a more civil manner?"

"Move," The first man growled. He motioned towards the open ocean.

The scruffy man obliged and stared paddling, the others right behind them

Come on think! He told himself. You can get out of this! You just have to think! He felt something jab him in the ribs.

"Move faster!" One of them growled. He dug the muzzle of the pistol deeper into his ribs. The blond groaned and obliged.

After half an hour of paddling they were far from the beach. A boat came by and one of the men surrounding the prisoner whip cracked him in the back of the head with his pistol. The blue eyed man went out like a light. He was dragged onto the boat and it took off into the wide open ocean, leaving only a wake and a surfboard behind.

HALF AN HOUR LATER

A man with brownish blond hair and glassed pulled up next to a red car, he got out and looked out to the ocean, grabbing his board off the roof of his car. He scanned the water for a familiar blond scruffy head but couldn't find it. He glanced at the red car next to him and recognized the blond man's license plate.

There seemed to be a small commotion on the beach. The man with glasses made his way down, his surf board left leaning against his car. Some surfers had pulled a surfboard from the water. The sight of it made the man's blood go cold. He quickly ran back to his car and took out his cell phone.

After three rings the caller picked up. "There better be a good reason for calling this early Mr. Beale." The voice of a woman said.

"Hetty we have a problem," The man replied. "It's Deeks," He swallowed before continuing. "He's gone missing."