Thanks for the reviews. I think it's awesome that you all like this story so much. Once again the disclaimer is on chapter one and I apologize for taking a while with this chapter.
Discovering The Waterfront
-Chapter 12-
Running Out Of Time
Isabelle turned around to look at Lauren. The gun was aimed directly at Isabelle's head, there was no chance Lauren would miss if she took the shot. Isabelle gently pressed down the button to the radio, unknown to Lauren.
"I could kill you now I hope you know." Lauren said as she waited for Isabelle to give up.
"I know." Isabelle said feeling every fear lift.
"Where's Mark?" Lauren asked pressing the gun to Isabelle's forehead.
"I don't know." Isabelle answered not caring much about the iminent death that was fast approaching.
"Call him." Lauren commanded.
"Why?" Isabelle needed to keep her talking long enough for Mark to show up. He was currently listening to the conversation and walking down the hallway.
"Because I have to take care of him and then we're going for a ride." Lauren boasted about her plans. Mark heard the words 'take care of' and knew she was going to kill him. The sad part was, Mark wasn't even remotely surprised by her plans.
"You would kill your son?" Isabelle asked horrified that any mother would do that.
"Yes." There was no hesitation, she answered almost instantly and without feeling.
"You're disgusting." Isabelle sneered.
"Call him." Lauren ordered.
"Get the gun out of my face and I will." Isabelle said noticing a slight movement behind Lauren.
Lauren lowered the gun only to be knocked unconcious by Mark. Isabelle let out a large amount of breath and dropped the radio next to Lauren.
"Let's go." Mark told Isabelle and they left the building.
"Leave her alone." Sydney said defiantly to Sloane, who sat still with the same smile on his face.
"Sydney, I'll get what I want eventually, whether it's easy or hard, that's your choice." Sloane said as he left the safe house.
Sloane walked outside to the other agents who were now in his command.
"Kill them. You two, locate Isabelle." Sloane ordered and the agents complied.
The two agents Sloane had referred to left in a car while the rest loaded their guns and began to open fire upon the house.
Rather than stay and fight Vaughn and Sydney ran through the same tunnel Isabelle and Mark had left through only about an hour before. The firing squad continued outside unaware their targets had escaped. When Sloane indicated they should stop, he sent in about a dozen agents to collect the corpses, only there were no bodies to take.
"Damnit." Sloane swore as he went back into his car and ordered the driver to take him back to his office.
Isabelle and Mark walked in silence for about a mile until Isabelle finally shattered it.
"You hit you're mother over the head with a gun." Isabelle stated still seeming like she didn't believe that Mark had actually knocked his own mother unconcious.
"Yeah." Mark said monotonously.
"Listen, you can stop this, just come back with me and my mom. I'm sure if you explain the situation she won't put you in jail or anything." Isabelle tried to help.
"Sure and then we can go eat candy and forget about all this." Mark sarcastically told her.
"Look I was just trying to help alright?" Isabelle said frustrated with Mark.
"Sorry." Mark mumbled under his breath.
A car sped up towards the two of them and stopped causing a cloud of dust to surround the car.
"I think it's time to run now." Isabelle said sounding worried.
"Yeah, let's go." Mark said pushing her forward.
"Get them." One agent said loudly to the other.
The lights go down, outside
Before our cars collide
And so we silhouette ourselves
For these shades of fire
Isabelle felt someone grab her and pull her to the ground. She struggled under their grip but was soon bound with rope and her mouth was covered by a piece of cloth that was tied around to make a gag. She continued to struggle as her feet were bound and she was being carried to the car.
Mark shouted incoherently from his gag and was pulled with a heavy amount of force towards the car. He kicked out and struggle but it was no use, he was trapped.
Do you know where this is leading?
I will meet you there
On the other side of the crash
On the other side of the glass
They were shoved into the trunk of the car.
"Looks like we've got ourselvesquite a catch." One agent said in a thick southern drawl.
Isabelle tried to squirm out of the trunk but it was slammed shut and she was trapped with Mark in the back of an enemy's car.
All our friends are falling out
Can't look us in the eye
We're there to hear that broken sound
Happens when we're
They were shoulder to shoulder in the trunk. The space inside occupied by the two kidnapped victims. Isabelle couldn't help but wonder 'what would happen to them now?'
Little did she know, Mark was thinking the exact same thing.
Isabelle continued to struggle for a few more minutes as the car began moving. She gave up her attempts at escaping once the car hit a bump in the road and she smacked her head on the top of the trunk.
All alone inside
In the middle of the night
I hear your voice I feel the shake
Every time I say it
Mark sat still thinking about what he was going to do. He needed to find a good escape route, but the only problem was he didn't know the escape route. The only way he would find a way out was after the kidnappers had taken the kidnapped into whatever new liar they would be held, by then it would be too late to escape.
Sydney and Vaughn entered the wharehouse to find the placeempty except for the occasional dead body.
"What happened?" Sydney asked worried Isabelle had disappeared again.
"I don't know." Vaughn turned over another dead agent.
They walked down the hallway and came across the unconcious Lauren Reed. They tied her to a chair and began their line of questioning when she came to.
"Where's Isabelle?" Vaughn asked wanting answers now.
"Mark, that bastard." Lauren said out loud as she felt a rush of pain swim through her head.
"Where's Isabelle?" Vaughn repeated getting frustrated.
"I don't know. Probably with that no good son of mine." Lauren said with a smirk.
"She's just a pawn, she wouldn't know what was happening unless she was responsible. We know she's not Vaughn because she could never come up with this plan." Sydney said bitterly trying to anger Lauren and get answers out of her that way.
Lauren looked angry but she really had no idea where Isabelle was and sooner or later Vaughn and Sydney would figure that out. Although it looked like it would be sooner because as soon as Sydney said her biting words, her phone rang.
"Hello." Sydney answered trying to sound as normal as possible under the given circumstances.
"Sydney, I'd like you to know that it turns out it didn't take that much effort to retrieve you're daughter. I guess the realchallenge is, how are you going to find her?" Sloane said with a small laugh as he hung up the disposable cell phone he was using.
Sydney hung up the phone in a shock, she looked over at Vaughn who seemed confused at her expression.
"What happened?" Vaughn asked but Sydney couldn't bring herself to answer.
Car crash came and car crash went
So I went along with it
Girl, you're love's not coming back
You'll never be the same
Don't look away
I need to know
If this is real
The car continued its journey down the road and soon enough it stopped. Isabelle could hear noises around her that sounded like planes, but she couldn't be sure.
Before she could really think about what the noises were the trunk door opened and a blinding light shone through. Isabelle couldn't see or even allow her eyes to adjust before a bag was shoved over her head. She could feel Mark get pulled out of the car before she was pulled out. Another sound, this one louder, she was approaching whatever the noise was.
Isabelle struggled under the grasp of her captor and felt herself be placed down on something that felt like a soft chair. Her hands were unbound and then retied to the arms of the chair, the same thing was done with her feet.
She heard Mark struggling as he was placed down in a seperate seat that seemed far from Isabelle. The bag was pulled from her head and she realized she was in fact inside a plane, a private plane to be exact.
In the hospital ward sleeps through the surgery
Hiding needles in the drawers for emergency
While outside they wait in the pouring rain
On the other side of the glass…
Isabelle watched as the bag was pulled from Mark's head and he looked around until his eyes rested on Isabelle. She smiled or at least tried to, only to comfort him in the terrifying situation.
Isabelle looked out at the plane window, at least as much as she could see, and watched as the ground faded away. There was no escape route here, they were in fact completely stranded.
A door inside the plane opened and an old man walked through it. He traveled down the isle with an agent standing next to him.
"Put him in the back." The old man ordered and the agent knocked Mark out and took him to a different section of the plane.
Don't look away
I need to know
If this is real
Don't look away
I need to know
When will this end?
The old man sat in a chair directly across from Isabelle and smiled at her. She wondered how any kidnapper would just smile at the person they had stolen, that wasn't the way things worked.
"Let's get this gag off of you." The old man nodded towards an unseen agent would pulled off the fabric gag.
"Where's Mark?" Isabelle asked wanting to make sure he was alright.
"He's alright Isabelle, there's no need to worry about him." The old man said with a smile.
"How do you know my name?" Isabelle asked looked at theold manwith wide eyes and pale skin.
The IV drips the days drag on
Adjust the light switch in the hall
Maybe the x-ray screen keeps it from getting dark
The bulb burns out when it gets too hot
"I know lots of things.I know you're mother, I know you're father, therefore I know you. My name is Mr. Arvin Sloane but you can just call me Mr. Sloane. Let's try and keep things formal." Sloane introduce himself.
"Why did you kidnap me?" Isabelle asked cutting to the chase.
"Kidnap is such a strong word. I'm simple borrowing you for a little while. Your parents wont mind, much." Sloane said proudly.
"Why am I here?" Isabelle asked hoping this person couldn't turn around her words.
"You ask a lot of questions. You're here because you're important and that's all you need to know." Sloane told Isabelle sounding very cryptic.
Keep crashing this car, over and over
Till it spins out of control
So hold me closer, I might disappear
"Did you want to ask me something?" Isabelle asked noticing the old man named Sloane wasn't leaving anytime soon.
"Actually, yes I did. Do you know anything about what you're mother does for a living?" Sloane asked keeping his intentions for their conversation well hidden.
"She's an agent for the government and that's all I was told, not by her just to be clear." Isabelle stated flatly still holding a small grudge and letting it show.
"That's it, you don't know about any of the missions she was ever on?" Sloane asked hoping he could get a clearer answer from Isabelle.
"Not really. Well I did hear about this one she went on with this guy named Sark where he was a prisoner but was kidnapped by some person named Anna Espinosa. Other than that I don't know anything about what she actually does." Isabelle explained.
"That's good because I can tell you all about what your mother does." Sloane said already putting his plan into action.
This time, out of control
Like currents in the water we cannot go off the shore
We lost control
Mark found himself stuck in a room with about a million boxes. He wasn't being watched so he managed to get the ropes binding his feet off. He managed to get his hands undone and finally removed the gag. He stood in the spacious storage area and walked around, looking at the boxes. He tripped and fell forwards into a stack of documents that spilled over the floor. He tried to pick them up but stopped when he saw a sheet of paper with writing on it. He read the words over and over again with wide eyes, he definitely needed to tell Isabelle about this.
Sorry to leave you hanging for a while and sorry for leaving a cliff hanger here but how else would I keep you all guessing. Anyway I hope you liked this chapter and please leave a review.
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