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Chapter 8 The Paraguayan Hotel
Mac woke up again feeling groggy for the second time. Her head felt dizzy and her arm was in pain, from the sleeping shot. She had been having the best dream about her and Harm before she had gotten kidnapped. She knew that if she opened her eyes, the dream would be gone and she would find herself in the same private jet. Instead of opening her eyes right away she kept them closed, and heard someone over the speakers.
"Were here," the pilot said, as the jet came to a stop.
Ten seconds later, she felt herself being pulled out of her seat as someone pulled her towards the exit. Her legs and feet felt weak since she had been sitting for so long. The guy who was dragging her was starting to get frustrated. He then attempted to pick her up, thinking that she was still out from the sleeping shot.
As Mac felt herself being lifted into the guard's arms, she snapped, "Put me down! I can get to the door by myself!" Surprised, the guard released her and gave her a shove towards the door. Her hands and arms were still tied, but some how she made it over to the door. She still didn't know where here was, but as she got to the open door she opened her eyes. She squinted from the bright sun and gasped, Paraguay? What are we doing here? Wait, it sort of makes sense in a weird sort of way. If Sadik was working out of Paraguay, when he was alive, then he must have had an accomplice or family in Paraguay, she thought. Hence Malik. He was probably close with his brother, which means they were probably working together. Mac was jostled out of her thoughts by the guard behind her, pushing her down the ramp. "I'm going, I'm going," she said, walking down the ramp to the limo that was waiting for them. Gareth opened the door for her and she got in and a second later he had joined her in the back seat. The other guards got into the front seat, and Gareth put her seat belt on, since her arms were tied up.
"Such a gentlemen," she said overly sarcastic. He said nothing, but tightened it so that it was digging into her side. They then left for the hotel.
Thirty minutes later……
"Can you please put that gun down," Mac said, to Gareth. She was getting irritated. For the last thirty minutes of the limo ride his gun was pointed at her, from the seat next to her.
"I don't want you pulling anything funny……."
"It's not like I'm going to jump out of the limo while it's moving," she argued.
He put the gun away, but kept his eye on her for the rest of the trip. Ten minutes later they pulled up to an extremely, extravagate hotel. The sight of the hotel at first glance took Mac's breath away. Palm trees lined the area all around the hotel, and exotic plants were placed here and there close to the windows. It was a six story hotel and it was the most elegant one Mac had ever seen. As they approached the tan and cream five star hotel Mac noticed a vale parking area.
As they got closer Gareth gave Mac specific orders. "When we pull up, you are not to get out until I come around to open the door. Then you will stay close to me as Boris and Ari and I take you inside. You are not to pull anything or see this; it will go through your back." He indicated to the knife in his hands. "Do you understand?"
"Do I have a choice?" She shot back, as he gave her a dirty look.
The car in front of them pulled up and a second later their limo pulled up as well. Boris and Ari got out and so did Gareth. They came around to Mac's side of the car before she could even attempt to escape. As Gareth opened the door she just glared at him, but got out anyway. Gareth walked right next to her holding the knife next to her back. The other two guards walked in front of them. A second later they were through the double glass doors, and into the lobby. They went strait to the elevator. People tried to get into the elevator with then, but Gareth stopped them.
"Not this elevator. Take the next," he said firmly.
Gareth opened a secret panel next to the elevator buttons. Another two buttons were inside of the panel's open space. He pushed the first button and the elevator closed and lunged upward. As the elevator moved up, Mac watched in fascination as Gareth pushed the tinny panel back into place. Mac now couldn't even tell that there was a panel there. Less than a minute went by and the elevator lunged to a stop. Mac was again pushed out the doors and down the hall.
This floor seemed different then the one they were just on. Mac saw a whole bunch of guard like guys, all dressed like Gareth, Boris and Ari. Then Mac looked into a room as they passed. I was huge and filled with security equipment. That's probably the security room, Mac thought. The big tv screens had different guests displayed on it. Must be how Malik keeps track of his guests………. or invades their privacy. She thought, seeing a lady in a bikini sun bathing on the screen.
They then passed a huge floor to ceiling window. As they passed it, she saw the pool that was right below the window. Mac stored that info in her mind for later, hoping that it would somehow help her escape later. They looked to be on the sixth floor. That's a long way down. They walked passed a few more doors until Gareth slid his key card into the slot, of one room, and jerked the door open….
Harm and Sturgis had been on the plane for a few hours now, and Harm was telling Sturgis his plan, in detail.
"When we get there I was thinking we should get disguises and fake passports and ids of ourselves. I know someone who can do that for us. Then we check into the hotel and find Mac."
"Sounds good," Sturgis answered, as he ate the peanuts the flight attendant gave him. "Hopefully that hotel will lead us to Mac…."
Meanwhile at that exact time……
Mac was pushed into a beautifully, extravagantly furnished hotel suit. The three guards accompanied Mac into the room. The smell of incense was strong, Mac noticed, as she entered. There was a man sitting at a desk in the corner, of the room, with his back turned to her. Close to the desk was a white leather couch with a lady lounging on it. Next to the woman was a leopard, bathing on a silk pillow. Mac backed up surprised. She was surprised at seeing a leopard, but what startled her the most was that she recognized the woman from somewhere. Mac couldn't put her finger on it, though.
"Leave us," the man said. The three guards left immediately, leaving Mac in the middle of the room, by herself. "Have a seat," the man said to Mac. She obeyed and said down, in the chair facing him. He now turned to face her. Mac inhaled deeply. He looked more like Sadik in person, and that frightened her….a little. "I assume you enjoyed your flight," he said, kind of mockingly.
Mac said nothing, but she stared cold and hard at him. He returned her gaze although there was something else in his eyes. Was it laughter??? Mac had enough and her temper was starting to flair.
"What am I doing here?" She asked.
"I'll tell you this," he answered. "Someone needs to pay for my brother's death."
"Read the file again," Mac exclaimed. "I was not held accountable for his death."
"Such a lawyer," he laughed, toying with her. "The point is that you did kill him. Now we have to work on some kind of way to make you pay for his death."
"I say we kill her!" The woman spoke up, from the couch.
"You're from the ball," Mac said, finally placing her.
"Yes," they woman admitted. "I'm Clarisa and that night at the ball I tried to lure your, so called husband, at the time, away from you. We were going to kidnap you then, but it didn't work," she blurted out. "We had to wait a few weeks to kidnap you, when we could have just done it that night."
"Claris?!?! You're the one who left a message claming to be Harms girlfriend."
"Don't you see," Malik finally spoke up. "It was all a plot to get you alone so Gareth and his men could kidnap you."
"I was going to marry Sadik," Clarisa interrupted. "Until he became fascinated with stocking you and them you killed him. Give me the gun," Clarisa said, trying to grab the gun lying on Malik's desk.
"Calm yourself Clarisa," Malik said, pushing the gun farther away from her. "That's not what I intend on doing."
"What?!?!" Clarisa yelled, jumping up in rage. "Mal you said-
"Forget what I said," he answered raising his voice, but still remained calm.
"My fiancé was an idiot for trusting you," Clarisa said. With one swift movement she pulled out a knife, with the intention of killing Malik with it.
BAM!!!!! Mac jumped back in her chair, hearing the sound of the gun. Even the peaceful leopard, who was bathing, now lay with his paws over his ears. Mac opened her eyes to see Malik with the smoking gun in his hands and she saw Clarisa fall to the floor with a thud.
The end of chapter 8.
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Chapter 8 The Paraguayan Hotel
Mac woke up again feeling groggy for the second time. Her head felt dizzy and her arm was in pain, from the sleeping shot. She had been having the best dream about her and Harm before she had gotten kidnapped. She knew that if she opened her eyes, the dream would be gone and she would find herself in the same private jet. Instead of opening her eyes right away she kept them closed, and heard someone over the speakers.
"Were here," the pilot said, as the jet came to a stop.
Ten seconds later, she felt herself being pulled out of her seat as someone pulled her towards the exit. Her legs and feet felt weak since she had been sitting for so long. The guy who was dragging her was starting to get frustrated. He then attempted to pick her up, thinking that she was still out from the sleeping shot.
As Mac felt herself being lifted into the guard's arms, she snapped, "Put me down! I can get to the door by myself!" Surprised, the guard released her and gave her a shove towards the door. Her hands and arms were still tied, but some how she made it over to the door. She still didn't know where here was, but as she got to the open door she opened her eyes. She squinted from the bright sun and gasped, Paraguay? What are we doing here? Wait, it sort of makes sense in a weird sort of way. If Sadik was working out of Paraguay, when he was alive, then he must have had an accomplice or family in Paraguay, she thought. Hence Malik. He was probably close with his brother, which means they were probably working together. Mac was jostled out of her thoughts by the guard behind her, pushing her down the ramp. "I'm going, I'm going," she said, walking down the ramp to the limo that was waiting for them. Gareth opened the door for her and she got in and a second later he had joined her in the back seat. The other guards got into the front seat, and Gareth put her seat belt on, since her arms were tied up.
"Such a gentlemen," she said overly sarcastic. He said nothing, but tightened it so that it was digging into her side. They then left for the hotel.
Thirty minutes later……
"Can you please put that gun down," Mac said, to Gareth. She was getting irritated. For the last thirty minutes of the limo ride his gun was pointed at her, from the seat next to her.
"I don't want you pulling anything funny……."
"It's not like I'm going to jump out of the limo while it's moving," she argued.
He put the gun away, but kept his eye on her for the rest of the trip. Ten minutes later they pulled up to an extremely, extravagate hotel. The sight of the hotel at first glance took Mac's breath away. Palm trees lined the area all around the hotel, and exotic plants were placed here and there close to the windows. It was a six story hotel and it was the most elegant one Mac had ever seen. As they approached the tan and cream five star hotel Mac noticed a vale parking area.
As they got closer Gareth gave Mac specific orders. "When we pull up, you are not to get out until I come around to open the door. Then you will stay close to me as Boris and Ari and I take you inside. You are not to pull anything or see this; it will go through your back." He indicated to the knife in his hands. "Do you understand?"
"Do I have a choice?" She shot back, as he gave her a dirty look.
The car in front of them pulled up and a second later their limo pulled up as well. Boris and Ari got out and so did Gareth. They came around to Mac's side of the car before she could even attempt to escape. As Gareth opened the door she just glared at him, but got out anyway. Gareth walked right next to her holding the knife next to her back. The other two guards walked in front of them. A second later they were through the double glass doors, and into the lobby. They went strait to the elevator. People tried to get into the elevator with then, but Gareth stopped them.
"Not this elevator. Take the next," he said firmly.
Gareth opened a secret panel next to the elevator buttons. Another two buttons were inside of the panel's open space. He pushed the first button and the elevator closed and lunged upward. As the elevator moved up, Mac watched in fascination as Gareth pushed the tinny panel back into place. Mac now couldn't even tell that there was a panel there. Less than a minute went by and the elevator lunged to a stop. Mac was again pushed out the doors and down the hall.
This floor seemed different then the one they were just on. Mac saw a whole bunch of guard like guys, all dressed like Gareth, Boris and Ari. Then Mac looked into a room as they passed. I was huge and filled with security equipment. That's probably the security room, Mac thought. The big tv screens had different guests displayed on it. Must be how Malik keeps track of his guests………. or invades their privacy. She thought, seeing a lady in a bikini sun bathing on the screen.
They then passed a huge floor to ceiling window. As they passed it, she saw the pool that was right below the window. Mac stored that info in her mind for later, hoping that it would somehow help her escape later. They looked to be on the sixth floor. That's a long way down. They walked passed a few more doors until Gareth slid his key card into the slot, of one room, and jerked the door open….
Harm and Sturgis had been on the plane for a few hours now, and Harm was telling Sturgis his plan, in detail.
"When we get there I was thinking we should get disguises and fake passports and ids of ourselves. I know someone who can do that for us. Then we check into the hotel and find Mac."
"Sounds good," Sturgis answered, as he ate the peanuts the flight attendant gave him. "Hopefully that hotel will lead us to Mac…."
Meanwhile at that exact time……
Mac was pushed into a beautifully, extravagantly furnished hotel suit. The three guards accompanied Mac into the room. The smell of incense was strong, Mac noticed, as she entered. There was a man sitting at a desk in the corner, of the room, with his back turned to her. Close to the desk was a white leather couch with a lady lounging on it. Next to the woman was a leopard, bathing on a silk pillow. Mac backed up surprised. She was surprised at seeing a leopard, but what startled her the most was that she recognized the woman from somewhere. Mac couldn't put her finger on it, though.
"Leave us," the man said. The three guards left immediately, leaving Mac in the middle of the room, by herself. "Have a seat," the man said to Mac. She obeyed and said down, in the chair facing him. He now turned to face her. Mac inhaled deeply. He looked more like Sadik in person, and that frightened her….a little. "I assume you enjoyed your flight," he said, kind of mockingly.
Mac said nothing, but she stared cold and hard at him. He returned her gaze although there was something else in his eyes. Was it laughter??? Mac had enough and her temper was starting to flair.
"What am I doing here?" She asked.
"I'll tell you this," he answered. "Someone needs to pay for my brother's death."
"Read the file again," Mac exclaimed. "I was not held accountable for his death."
"Such a lawyer," he laughed, toying with her. "The point is that you did kill him. Now we have to work on some kind of way to make you pay for his death."
"I say we kill her!" The woman spoke up, from the couch.
"You're from the ball," Mac said, finally placing her.
"Yes," they woman admitted. "I'm Clarisa and that night at the ball I tried to lure your, so called husband, at the time, away from you. We were going to kidnap you then, but it didn't work," she blurted out. "We had to wait a few weeks to kidnap you, when we could have just done it that night."
"Claris?!?! You're the one who left a message claming to be Harms girlfriend."
"Don't you see," Malik finally spoke up. "It was all a plot to get you alone so Gareth and his men could kidnap you."
"I was going to marry Sadik," Clarisa interrupted. "Until he became fascinated with stocking you and them you killed him. Give me the gun," Clarisa said, trying to grab the gun lying on Malik's desk.
"Calm yourself Clarisa," Malik said, pushing the gun farther away from her. "That's not what I intend on doing."
"What?!?!" Clarisa yelled, jumping up in rage. "Mal you said-
"Forget what I said," he answered raising his voice, but still remained calm.
"My fiancé was an idiot for trusting you," Clarisa said. With one swift movement she pulled out a knife, with the intention of killing Malik with it.
BAM!!!!! Mac jumped back in her chair, hearing the sound of the gun. Even the peaceful leopard, who was bathing, now lay with his paws over his ears. Mac opened her eyes to see Malik with the smoking gun in his hands and she saw Clarisa fall to the floor with a thud.
The end of chapter 8.
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