Kara was silent. That seemed to bother the man the most. She didn't know what he wanted. She was, after all, a teenage girl from Colorado.
Daniel and Lila were beaten and bruised, but still alive. Daniel smiled at his only child, who gave no response.
The man, who was standing in the shadows, where Daniel and Lila couldn't see him, stepped into the light cast by the torches his men had lit.
"Daniel and Lila Reed of Denver, Colorado," he said softly. Both of them looked up. Lila gasped.
"I am Solomon Lane, and I would be honored if you would be my distinguished guests." Lane's voice was level, as though this was any ordinary conversation.
"How dare you touch my daughter!" Daniel shouted and started to rise, but one of the men forced him back to the ground.
"How noble, to know that I have in my possession, your most valuable possession."
"Lane, get away from my daughter." Daniel said through gritted teeth.
"I've grown tired of this conversation. Get them ready. We have a long flight."
Lane turned and vanished back into the shadows. A needle was jabbed into the necks of the three prisoners.
A native of the village watched from the darkness, waiting to report back. The native sped over land, to tell the world that she had found Solomon Lane.