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SPOV

My eyes fell on an oversized metal table. Four metal chairs were evenly spaced along each side, with two metal chairs rested at each end. I took a deep breath in as muscle man lead us oven to the table, having us sit in the two seats. My body shivered once it touched the metal. Muscle man came over and tied out hands to the chairs, causing pain to shoot through my body once again. I glanced around the room momentarily; the ceiling was white and hung low over our head, the walls were a glossy white and the lights were dim overhead giving everything an eerie feel.

A swishing sound at the other side of the room made me look ahead. I glanced over to see an about six feet tall man standing on the other end of the room in a white suit smirking. His hair was brown and short, sticking up straight from his head. I assumed he was Mr. Chance. He studied us for a second before shuffling over to the table with his hands clasped behind his back. Chad sat up straighter besides me and my breathing began to pick up. He looked at me, then Chad, and then back to me. "Helloo," he said slowly. His voice was deep and calm. Chad and I both stayed quiet, causing his smirk to grow wider. "Elliott." He slid into one of the metal chairs across from us.

I heard a quick "Sir," from behind me.

"You did a fantastic job here." He crossed his fingers and stared over at me and his smirk faded. "And this Cooper boy." He motioned towards Chad. "We could get quite a ransom for him, don't you agree?"

"Over my dead body!" a voice spat beside me. I looked over at Chad to see him glare across the table. I looked back over at Mr. Chance to see that his smirk had returned.

"As you wish." He looked over at Elliott. "Elliott." My heartbeat picked up and tears came to my eyes.

"What! No, no!" I cried trying to stand up, but the chair wouldn't budge, welded to the floor. "Please… please." Mr. Chance smirked over at me.

"Don't worry darling, don't put up a fight and no one will get hurt." I sat back down in my chair seeing that being hunched over would cause no good. "All I want you to do is give me the other half of the chip." The chip?

"What chip?" His smirk vanished.

"Don't play stupid girl, I know you know what chip." I shook my head. He sighed and tapped his neck. I looked down to see my heart locket dangling.

"My locket?"

"Your father gave that to you, didn't he?" My heart pounded in my chest and my palms began to sweet.

"My father." My voice cracked as I spoke. "Do you know where he is?" The smirk returned and my eyes fell to the table.

"You know how his disappeared, don't you." Tears fell down my cheeks and I didn't respond. He asked again. "Don't you." His voice was harsher than before.

"He was going on a business trip- and his flight dropped off the radar." My voice was a whisper. "And they couldn't find the plane."

"Yes, that is what everyone assumed." My eyes shot up.

"Do you remember what number his flight was?"

"One hundred and sixty seven."

"Good, good… but it wasn't his flight, it was our flight. Flight one hundred and sixty seven point five."