Hey, just letting anyone who reads my other story know, I'll probably start updating that one every other day. I'm going to make this one my main focus, and will probably be able to keep my routine with this one. Thanks to everyone who took the time to read/favorite/follow/review! Replies:
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Natara Williams
I didn't react, I wouldn't give him that satisfaction. I kept my face impassive, not allowing him to see even a flicker of fear.
"You took all those other agents" I said calmly "you've been kidnapping FBI agents. Why?".
He still twirled the knife in his hand, as if showing how eager he was to use it. "Only the ones who hold value". He pressed the tip into the pad of his thumb, rotating it as if to show it off to me. "But of course, not so valuable that they weren't disposable. It wasn't as difficult as I thought, one murder of an American tourist and they swarmed the place. It was easy enough to catch one, but not so easy to keep one contained".
"You killed him" I said confidently. I may have only skimmed the file, which was packed in a locked suitcase in my bag, but I could remember the missing people.
The man didn't answer right away, and it was only after a moment when he said "Such a shame. Never even got around to asking for ransom, and this was the same for all of them".
"Why kidnap FBI agents?" I questioned, trying already to think of a plan "Why not normal people? It would certainly be easier".
"But people like you would fetch a heftier price" he smirked "Leroy Anderson, out first little 'friend' would have fetched a lovely price if he had only done what we said. Do you know what he did, what brave act gave him a certain fame?".
I did. It had been in his file, and I was amazed when I had read it. "He saved a little girl" I said "He was shot in chest, only saved by his vest, several times. Through his injuries he managed to save the girl, and escaped only with a few broken ribs".
"Exactly" he said with a apprehensive smile "And all the others, they had a story too. No one wants to kill a hero, and we were selling their lives back to the government. Imagine what they would pay for someone like you! How many lives have you saved, how many killers have you stopped? They would only send the best to find missing Agents, and the best is what we take. Unfortunately…none of the others came as quietly as you. They caused more trouble than they were worth, and had to be disposed of".
"Come quietly?" I said, my eyes narrowing. "Let's get one thing straight, I did not 'come quietly'".
"Whatever you say".
The car slowed to a stop as we reached the outskirts of Tel Aviv. Since I was visiting over Hanukkah, the streets were empty. Most people were probably visiting relatives in a nicer part of the city, since this was clearly a poorer part of Israel. The wheels of the car kicked up the sandy dust from the ground, and as we stopped my door was immediatly unlocked and opened from the outside. A woman, one that also had that Israeli look to her, was waiting. Before I could even get out she had grabbed my upper arm, practically dragging me out. She was tall and powerfully built, and her strong fingers had a vice-like grip on my arm. She didn't say anything, but Locke's impersonator and the driver was already getting out.
"What had been taking you so long?" she said sharply. Unlike the other man, her voice was thick with the regions accent. Her words were forced and sharp, and it was clear she wasn't a fluent English speaker.
"Relax, we're here now" the man said calmly. He and the driver shut their doors, and as they walked they kicked up more dust from the dirt road.
With the dust as my cover, I quickly elbowed the woman in the ribs. I heard her cry out in pain, and her grip on my arm was weakened. I broke away, sprinting away from my captors. I ignored their calls from behind me, darting into the space between two of the houses. I could hear them behind me, and I felt a sharp pain just to the right of my left shoulder blade. I felt something hot run down my back, and I stumbled and fell to the dusty ground. The man who had been impersonating Locke had thrown his knife, and it had embedded itself several centimeters into my back. I fell flat on my face, and as I landed I could feel Mal's gift press into my collar bone. Dust was in my eyes, and as much as I blinked I couldn't seem to get it out enough to see. I didn't see who it was, but someone kicked me over on my back as if checking if I was dead. The knife imbedded in my back went deeper in as my back touched the ground, but I knew it had fallen out when I felt the side of the handle press into my lower back. I felt several ribs crack as someone with iron-tipped boots kicked me sharply in my side, and I couldn't help the grunt of pain I made as they kicked me again and I felt my skin split. Just like with my back, I could feel the hot liquid that was my blood spill out at my side. Without a moments pause I was grabbed by my hair, my blood still spilling onto the streets.
"You have no idea" I heard Locke's impersonator hiss "how disposable you are".
I quickly blinked the dust out of my eyes, only now able to see his ruthless face. His eyes were filled with deep hatred, and it was clear he had no regard for any life but his own. I knew, even if my ransom was payed, that if I ever came home I would be in peices.
