Nina stared at Mandras, angrily now. She realised that this meet between them was going to be business, Mandras would not take there history together into account. This made it difficult, for he would already be prepared for her attempts to manipulate him, this would make it even harder for her to gain some sort of control over him. He would expect it and pull away, preventing her from getting a hold of him, like she did the last time they were together.
"Nina Myers, I never thought I would see you again."
His voice was deep, it seemed to echo around them in the large spacious barn. She knew for certain now, that this was bad. He was trying to intimidate her, but he already knew there was no need for this tactic. They were both aware that she knew what he was capable of, this was just his way of showing her that there past wouldn't be taken into account. He wouldn't go easy on her. Plus he was throwing in a warning too, that he was displeased with her. She knew he didn't normally speak this way, just with people on the other side of the line he had drew for himself. She could still hear his gentle almost soft voice that he would use after the long day of planning together, on the brink of exhaustion. He was putting up an unnecessary act of trying to scare her. She knew this and it still scared her, as it illustrated just how much trouble she was in.
Mandras took a step away and circled round her like a predator playing with its victim. She didn't squirm she stared straight ahead, a knowing look on her face. Why was he trying to play mind games with her, when they both knew they wouldn't work? She guessed it was his way of trying to break her down, layer by layer. Only it wouldn't work this way, and he knew it.
"Haven't changed much, have you?" He asked as though making a subtle observation. Nina didn't answer, but her eyes held his gaze as he stopped in front of her once more, done looking her down. He frowned when she didn't answer him and moved over to the back of the truck to preoccupy himself. The longer he left Nina waiting, the more stir crazy she would become. It was something they both knew from there time spent working together, Nina hated not knowing what was to happen in general, surely this would be intensified when applied to her own fate? He grinned wickedly to himself as he paused for a moment, Nina hated having no control, and right now, he held all of the cards.
Taking a minute to calm himself from the laugh that had erupted after his realisation of his power he held over Nina, he signalled to Anton and Pezel to get the other body from the back of the truck. They climbed in without hesitation and each grabbed an arm of the unconscious man. They dragged him to the edge of the truck then carefully placed him on the floor a few feet away from where Nina stood. Jack tried his best to keep his act up, but it was difficult with the pain that flared up in his side as they moved him. He hissed once or twice throughout his short journey but thankfully nobody herd. When he herd the deep voice order the men to wake him up, he realised he had no choice but to be 'woken.'
Kalah leaned over the man and rolled him onto his back before shaking his shoulders. Slowly the man found consciousness, moaning under his breath before squinting through his eyes. Jack made to shut them again, but another pair of hands slapped his across both cheeks, forcing him to stay awake. Jack opened his eyes again and peered up at the people stood around him. He recognised none, except for Nina. He felt his anger flare up as he saw her but pushed it to the back of his mind. He would keep it there until he had to opportunity to kill her. When that chance came, he would unleash all of his demons and to hell with the consequences, she would pay dearly.
Two men stood on either side of him, the other two moved back over to Nina. The largest of the men who was clearly in charge kept glancing back at Jack as he spoke to Nina. They were only a few feet away but the man was talking too quietly for anyone else to hear. Jack realised that the deep tempo of the mans voice was preventing the sound to carry across to his alert senses. As they spoke the man continued to glance over his shoulder at Jack, as though he was shocked or uncertain of him. Nina nodded every now and again, before vocally responding every few seconds, her words were also too quiet for him to make out, which frustrated Jack.
The conversation ended very suddenly and the man took a step away, he appeared to be in deep thought yet struggling to handle his temper at the same time, his face was red.
"Move them downstairs," he ordered the older looking man of the three who were scattered around them. A man grabbed each arm and Jack was pulled to his feet, too fast for his wounds liking as the hot pain stabbed through his side. The men seemed to sense his discomfort and walked slowly with him, despite this each arm was held in a vice like grip. Nina was pushed ahead by the third man, to the end of the barn. Jack watched as the man opened up a trap door on the barn floor, then headed down the steep steps underground, Nina in the lead. Jack was taken the same way, the steps were very narrow, single file would be the only way to get down. Jack looked back for the large man but he wasn't in sight, he felt a smirk form on his face as he realised this could be his chance to escape.
His heart dropped when the men stopped him before they went down the stairs. One pulled out a pair of black plastic cuffs from his grubby trouser pockets. They brought Jack's hands before him and fastened them together tightly, Jack winced as the skin was roughly nipped together on his own dirty hands. Still, he thought hopefully, having his hands before him was an advantage compared to having them restrained behind his back.
The first man who seemed to be the youngest with his shaved head and pierced eyebrow went down the steps slowly, careful not to slip down the steep and damn concrete. The second man produced a gritty gun from his waistband and waved it in Jacks face before pushing him towards the secret passage. No words were spoken, but Jack clearly understood the meaning behind the gesture.
He could feel the mans presence behind each step that was taken and knew he would not escape now. With each step he took there was a twinge in his side, running now would be a death wish, and he couldn't fulfil it knowing Nina was still breathing. The light got darker the deeper they went, and Jack noticed the bulbs that hung from the ceiling every few feet were dull, almost ready to go out. He silently wondered how often they used this place.
Once the descent down the steps was complete Jack was surprised to see that this underground bunker type place was rather large. There were three metal doors directly to the left of the passageway, and another long alleyway like passage leading to the right. He was taken to the third door on the right, farthest away from the staircase. The young man opened the door, there was no lock, Jack noticed. The second man, gun still in hand, motioned for him to enter the room and he did. Although he had been captured he hadn't been hurt, he wasn't going to make things harder from himself, he would co-operate when he could.
Four steps into the room and he was at the back wall, it was small, very small, and square in shape. Four damp, grey concrete walls. The room was merely big enough for him to lie down in, if he did so he was sure he wouldn't be able to stretch his frame out. He turned around to see the door shut. He felt another flash of disappointment as he realised there was no handle on the inside, it could only be opened from the outside.
He spun around in the room, taking in his surroundings. The ceiling was high and a single dull bulb hung from it, too high for him to reach. The walls were cold and the ground was made of hard dirt. He felt slightly claustrophobic in the small place and was slightly thankful for the fact that it was completely empty, for any objects would have taken up space. He leant against the roughly textured wall before sliding down to the ground. He didn't care about getting dirty, he was already coated in muck from the plane crash.
He stretched his legs out and placed a shaky hand over his side which had been bothering him since he had woken up. He lifted his torn blue shirt up and saw a deep gash on his right side, along the rib cage. It was a few inches long and would need stitching. Dried blood coated the skin around the area, and his shirt, but given the circumstances it could be much worse.
He pulled his shirt back down and replaced the hand over his wound, his eyes closing as he tried to rest. He thought of Nina and how she was involved in this, the people clearly had a past with her. He tried not to think of there reasoning for taking him, it wouldn't bring him any comfort. He didn't want to sleep but he couldn't prevent it from taking him, his mind was tired and he was physically exhausted. His mind drifted to the rescue teams he knew would be in the area, he could only hope they found the trapdoor, if they even searched the barn that was.