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Alex was more confused then ever. A nicely dressed woman was sitting in an armchair, drinking a cup of tea, across from the man that brought Alex here. Against a wall, stood a hideous man covered in different skin-colored splotches.
"Hello, Alex," the man who kidnapped Alex spoke. "My name is Henry Heines. You were with the assassin when my twin brother was killed, yes?"
Alex didn't say anything.
Henry, obviously undeterred, went on. "It seems like a number of people are interested in you. Such a young boy, too. Whatever could have possibly done to make so many fans – or enemies.
"You'll make me a hefty sum of money. A certain organization was extremely interested. This is Julia Rothman, and he's," Henry gestured to the man standing against the wall, "Niles. They come from an organization called Scorpia."
Alex's blood ran cold. He had heard of these people from somewhere. Maybe a whispered overheard phone conversation made by his uncle, or murmurs in the fake bank, he wasn't sure. Unfortunately, he knew it was currently the world's most lethal organization.
And they wanted him.
Like a trapped animal, Alex inconspicuously searched for a good exit. There was a big window behind Henry. But the glass looked rather thick.
The guard stood by the only door, so that wasn't an option, Alex was sure he was carrying a gun.
Feeling defeated, he turned his attention back to Julia Rothman, who was staring at him curiously.
This was sick. He was going to be sold to this lady like a slave. Suppressing a shiver, he stared out the window.
Ari couldn't tell which direction she was going. It was nearly midday, so telling East from West and North from South was nearly impossible.
Stumbling on a root, she fell hard onto her knees, catching herself with her hands. She got up once more and started off in the same direction she was going. At least she thought.
Passing a fallen tree trunk with mushrooms growing out of it, she made a mental note of it. Then stopped. The dead tree looked exactly the same as the one she had passed an hour or two ago.
Immensely frustrated, she kicked the trunk of the tree, hurting her toe and cursing herself for her stupidity. She was going in circles.
Her chest ached where the bullet had entered just two weeks ago. She shouldn't be putting that much stress on it, for fear she might do more damage to her body.
At the moment, she didn't have much of a choice. Straightening up, she picked a different way then she had gone before and set off.
She traveled for some while, the sun barely peeking through the now dense canopy of leaves above her. Her dress had been reduced to rags, as the bottom was continuously snagged on thorns and pricker bushes. Some thorns had even cut into her leg, and small spots of blood began to stain her clothes.
Tripping over another root, Ari managed to twist around to land on her behind, instead of straining her palm and chest.
She lied there on the bed of fallen leaves for a moment, before attempting to get up. She found out it was a little more difficult than she planned.
Utterly spent, she easily passed into the realm of unconsciousness.
Yassen slammed his hand into the door of the tram, furious at his own stupidity. It was such a light push, he was caught off guard, and that was why he fell backwards so.
Fuming, he glared challengingly at the startled passengers. A mother grabbed her young daughters hand and pulled her close.
Seeing that made Yassen hurt even more. It seemed like decades, when in reality it was mere seconds, for the train to pull up to the next stop and roll to a halt.
Once the doors opened, Yassen sprinted out, running up the stairway and into the bright midday sun.
He ran the entire way back to the original station. There was no sign of them anywhere. In frustration, he grunted and kicked at a piece of litter that polluted the ground.
Blake breifly wondered what was taking his charge so long in the bathroom. He quickly passed it off as femae problems and picked up his walkie-talkie when it buzzed.
Someone had spot the girl running into the woods... but that was impossible... she was -
He opened the bathroom door and there was no one there.
He went outside and followed her trail into the woods. It eventually got confusing and jumbled, so he called Mr. Heines for backup.
Henry arrived a couple minutes later after excusing himself from his guests. With him, he brought a guard leading a German Shepard for sniffing a trail, no doubt.
The dog set off, following her train in very confused circles, running everywhere. Sometimes they would see fragments of cloth stuck on thorns.
The dog began barking.
They had found her.
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Updated: March 13, 2009