Their opponent had been very good, they went over Mike's cover Id, they expected a sniper and they organized their work on consequence. Micheal, Fiona and Sam were give no chances to go away.
They had chose black sedans(team B brought two more), very anonymous except for black glasses.
Michael, Fiona and Sam were shoved in three different car.
They were already cable tied and once in the vehicles they were blindfolded.
The sedans marched in column, taking a lot of unnecessary turn, to disorient their captured.
Sam knew he should remain calm, he tried some little chat, hoping he would got some information.
It was vain, nobody spoke in return. He guessed it was in preparation for questioning, during his work he had seen it happening enough times, maybe too much times. He had seen how soldiers were bend as well as common people, he fought to push that images away from his mind. He always had felt lucky to be on the side of questioner, but now, his distraction had put the people who cared about on the wrong side along with him . He would have done everything would be necessary to help his friends.
Fiona was pissed. She was tied and blindfolded but she was not going to give up without a fight. She had worked at Michael failing cover, so in order to repair to her errors she needed to get free. First she tried the handle, but it was locked, then ten minutes later, she started coughing and gasping. The guard at her side took off her hood to check on her. With a quick painful movement Fiona put her hands in front of her and attacked the guard. She was overwhelmed by the others and they menaced to put her in the trunk if she didn't behave.
Michael at first had made a weak attempt at talking to Mr Jack, while he was trying and visualizing the path in in his head, but he was rewarded with silence.
After half an hour and at least fifty turns his mind gave up. Few seconds and he was submerged by scaring thought. His friends were in danger and that was all his fault. He had asked Sam for backup, he had let Fiona get involved. How could he have been so blind? He should have listen to his instinct, to the bad feeling in his gut he had got for the past day.
What was happening to them while he was comfortably seat in that car?
A.N. : Short chapter, and I'm not very satisfied of it, but tomorrow I'm leaving for Luxembourg and I won't be able to update for a week or two. So I decide to put this online anyway. I hadn't planned the travel before start writing, and I apologize for this sudden stop.
