A/N: Sorry it's taken so long for me to get this chapter up but
unfortunately I was under the threat that if I stayed to long on my compy
it would be removed from my room. Couldn't have that now could I? LOL.
Thank you to Damia-Queen of the Gypsi's, trippinwithcats, Fellow, Lizzy
Black, Fuuga Kumi, NessaBunny, Fellow, zer^insanity7747 and Fireruby for
your encouraging reviews *gives everyone a hug*. And now on with the story.
Chapter three
The figure advanced further into the cell and roughly grabbed Serena by the arm. She winced and took this as a sign to get up. Her stiff, tight, leg muscles protested, thanks to hours of sitting, as she slowly rose. Finally erecting herself she could fell the churning in the pit of her stomach become greater as the man harshly pulled her out of her room.
Outside of the chamber stood an old, small, hunched man with grey hair, a full mustache, and beady black eyes who, after her and her captor left the room, pulled out a huge ring with lots of keys that clanked noisily as he locked the door to the empty cell. They had stepped into a dimly lit hallway with concrete walls, ceiling, and floor. Both walls of the passage were lined with several doors each having a little square with which someone on the outside could look in on a captive without having to come within close distance of the prisoner. As they approached the end of this prison, she took time to examine the man who led her. He was only about a year older than she and seemed nervous, although this wasn't obvious at first glance with the way he confidently walked down the hall and firmly held his grip on her arm. He was about five feet and six inches tall with dark black hair. His dress consisted simply of a plain white t-shirt and black pants with black tennis shoes. Taking her observations from her captor to her surroundings she found them to now be crossing some sort of secretary office and approaching another door. He knocked on this door and a male voice from inside responded,
"Who is it?"
"I have the spy ,sir." He answered.
"Who? Oh! Yes, of course, bring her in."
The door slid open with a hiss to reveal a huge office. The wall in front of them was made completely up of TV screens, ahead of which was an enormous wood desk with various papers scattered atop it. To the side of the desk was a man in what the girl thought looked like a British officer's suit. He had brilliant blue eyes and beautiful golden hair. Before she could make any further observations of the room and it's contents the same voice that had answered the door seconds before rang out again,
"Sanders. Is it not sir?" Much to the girls surprise it wasn't the man leaning on the desk talking. She did a quick scan of the room and seeing no one else in there she finally came to the realization that it was someone sitting in a leather, office chair, which, at the moment, had its back towards her.
"Yes sir."
"Thank you for running the errand now get back to your post."
"Yes sir. Any time sir." And with that last almost grovel her captor left her alone.
Chapter three
The figure advanced further into the cell and roughly grabbed Serena by the arm. She winced and took this as a sign to get up. Her stiff, tight, leg muscles protested, thanks to hours of sitting, as she slowly rose. Finally erecting herself she could fell the churning in the pit of her stomach become greater as the man harshly pulled her out of her room.
Outside of the chamber stood an old, small, hunched man with grey hair, a full mustache, and beady black eyes who, after her and her captor left the room, pulled out a huge ring with lots of keys that clanked noisily as he locked the door to the empty cell. They had stepped into a dimly lit hallway with concrete walls, ceiling, and floor. Both walls of the passage were lined with several doors each having a little square with which someone on the outside could look in on a captive without having to come within close distance of the prisoner. As they approached the end of this prison, she took time to examine the man who led her. He was only about a year older than she and seemed nervous, although this wasn't obvious at first glance with the way he confidently walked down the hall and firmly held his grip on her arm. He was about five feet and six inches tall with dark black hair. His dress consisted simply of a plain white t-shirt and black pants with black tennis shoes. Taking her observations from her captor to her surroundings she found them to now be crossing some sort of secretary office and approaching another door. He knocked on this door and a male voice from inside responded,
"Who is it?"
"I have the spy ,sir." He answered.
"Who? Oh! Yes, of course, bring her in."
The door slid open with a hiss to reveal a huge office. The wall in front of them was made completely up of TV screens, ahead of which was an enormous wood desk with various papers scattered atop it. To the side of the desk was a man in what the girl thought looked like a British officer's suit. He had brilliant blue eyes and beautiful golden hair. Before she could make any further observations of the room and it's contents the same voice that had answered the door seconds before rang out again,
"Sanders. Is it not sir?" Much to the girls surprise it wasn't the man leaning on the desk talking. She did a quick scan of the room and seeing no one else in there she finally came to the realization that it was someone sitting in a leather, office chair, which, at the moment, had its back towards her.
"Yes sir."
"Thank you for running the errand now get back to your post."
"Yes sir. Any time sir." And with that last almost grovel her captor left her alone.
