25.
Lisa's perspective –
The change in air pressure told me we were descending. I had pushed open the blinds on the window near my seat and I watched as the clouds parted and slowly, the ground came closer and closer. Houses and cars grew in size as the plane got closer to the landing strip in the middle of a bustling town.
I had rummaged through the whole plane as we traveled, looking for some small clue as to where exactly they were taking me, anything I might be able to tell Edward or Alice so they could find me. There was not much in the plane. It had probably been cleaned out before I was put on it, or maybe they never kept anything on it at all. I had finally managed to break free from the cuffs after about an hour of working at them. It was the chain between the two cuffs that had broken first. I had not bothered to try and get them off, just as long as my hands were free. The cuffs hung on my hands like bracelets, rattling with every move I made.
Several times I had tried again to see if I could get anything to Edward mentally, but each time I hit a brick wall. Aro hadn't appeared again.
The cabin looked like a tornado had come through it. I wasn't concerned with hiding the fact that I had gone through everything. Aro would just find out in a second with the touch of a hand to my skin.
The plane landed smoothly and sailed into a private hangar. I sat for several minutes before Aro appeared through the door. He scanned the room slowly. A small grin crept up on his face. Then it was gone and he walked back over to me. Pulling out a roll of duct tape, he tapped my mouth shut, covering my eyes with the cloth that was still around my neck, and replacing the bag over my head. Holding my hands behind my back, I hoped Aro wouldn't notice the broken cuff links. I was pulled roughly off the chair by strong hands and pushed down the small steps onto concrete ground.
Aro's hands were gloved to make sure I wasn't able to look into his head, which made him blind to what I was thinking as well. Smell and hearing were the only two senses I had left, so I used them as best as I could, listening for every little sound and smelling the smells in the air.
There were no other people around that I could tell as I was pushed into a little side office I had spotted in the hangar and forced down on a creaky office chair. Receding footsteps told me Aro had left me alone once again.
Not so smart, Aro.
My hand flashed out from behind my back and clanged into a metal desk. I quickly pulled my hand back in and waited for someone to appear. Nobody came, so I moved my hands slowly, pulling off the hood and cloth over my eyes. My eyes scanned the room as I sat motionless, holding the bag in one hand the rag in the other, ready at any moment to put them back on. A door in front of me was shut tight, probably locked shut with some crazy deadbolt mechanism. I sat in a rickety metal office chair with tears revealing yellow padding underneath the olive green plastic. In front of me sat a rusted old metal desk with drawers on each side. The desk was clear, except for a flight log and a cup filled with pencils. I read through the log quickly, finding nothing suspicious. All the flight destinations were coded, written out in numbers and letters. By the amount of number I guessed longitude and latitude. I glanced at the last entry. Aro hadn't filled in the last destination yet, which is where we were now. I lifted my eyes to the dirty egg white walls. On one side hung some posters explaining the aerodynamics of a plane and a list of several easy-to-fix problems if something went wrong. A file cabinet sat near the door, though I was positive it would be locked. Glancing through the little window in the door, I noticed that it was still light outside. So Aro was waiting for the cover of dark to move me. I saw that the coast was clear, so slowly I moved my hands to the drawers in the desk checking to see if any were open while keeping my eyes straight ahead, looking through the window. All the drawers were locked except for the middle one, which was just filled with more pens and pencils and a few pads of sticky notes. Two loose paper clips rattled as I shut the drawer after one quick glance down. I thought about forcing the other drawers open but decided against it. I didn't want to alert anyone to the fact that my hands were loose.
My eyes fell back down to the flight log. Several numbers matched up together, and through the time of arrival and departure for each, I figured out the numbers were for Forks. From the geography class I had taken in college, I recognized most of the others as somewhere in Italy, probably Volterra, the Volturi capital. One number that popped up a few times confused me; according to the latitude and longitude, it was somewhere in Italy, but it did not match the numbers for Volterra. This was the number I decided to memorize; being a possible unknown location, it was the only number the Cullens would need if I was not being taken where they might first look. Of course I could be anywhere, but it was better than nothing.
Ten seconds later, my ears detected the sound of footsteps approaching. I pulled the rag back over my eyes, followed by the bag. The door creaked open just as I pulled my hands behind my back and Aro's scent filled the room.
"Come on, Lisa. Let's go to my little castle and see what kind of goodies you keep hidden in your brain."