A/N: So this is the next chapter. It was kinda difficult to write because it's kinda a filler chapter, but it's supposed to let the reader know what's going on. So, I hope it does. Please don't hate on me for Cammie's actions (you'll understand later in this chapter what I'm talking about,) but this kidnapping is odd for Cammie, so she can't normally act in her spy type self right now. You probably have no idea what I'm talking about right now. Oh well. Well enjoy. Read and review!

Recap: Nodding in reply, I sat on the sofa, and she walked out of the room. Sitting, I idly glanced at my toes, staring at the deep blue that Macey had insisted would match the sparking silver dress that I wore. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes, trying to imagine me being a different girl, in a different time, with a handsome, green eyed boy on my arm. So deep was I in my thoughts that I failed to register the creaking of the floorboards as someone approached me. It was too late, and all I could do was helplessly struggle as I felt a gloved hand cover my mouth and eyes. All I felt was a sharp jab in my neck before I was falling into darkness…into, nothing at all.

Shifting, I felt disoriented. As I struggled to open my eyes, a sudden sharp pain seared in the back of my forehead. Ow. As I reached up to touch my head, I realized that I couldn't move my arms; they were held in place by two, shining pairs of handcuffs. Squinting, I opened my eyes slightly. After waiting a couple of seconds for my eyes to adjust to the light, I opened my eyes fully so I could clearly see.

Assessing my surroundings, I realized I was attached to a comfortable arm chair. My legs were also clamped to the same chair. The chair was angled across a wall behind me, and, though the room was small, it had an aura of space and felt quite large. About two feet from my foot was a large single bed with large fluffy comforter that was obviously silk. Even from my vantage point, I could tell that it was legitimate. Directly perpendicular to the bed, on a beautiful mahogany chest was a very large flat screen TV. The room was beautifully furnished with crown molding, and the walls were obviously professionally painted a nice mint color. This was extremely odd. My prison cell was oddly…luxurious.

I felt as if I was in a mini five star hotel room… well, at least a five star room that was the size of a regular bathroom. As I continued my assessment of the room, I realized one thing. There were no doors or windows…at all. How on earth did I get here? Looking down at the cuffs that bonded me, I tried to think of ways to escape. Unfortunately, they were extremely tight on my wrists and ankle, and they cut into my skin if I tried to move them. I sighed. I guess I was stuck here for the time being.

Staring at the white ceiling tiles, I felt the room I was in lurch, as half of my body was thrown over the left armrest. I quickly righted myself, as the sharp cuffs were cutting into my wrists, making it unbearably painful. I was extremely confused…why would my room move…unless…. I must be on a transport vehicle. Perhaps a motor home? As I pondered over the question, I heard some random thumping above my head.

Looking up at the ceiling, I stared with my mouth open, as I watched as small trap door swung open through the ceiling above me, and a pair of legs slid through. It was soon followed by another person, and I was soon sitting in a room with two oversized mails that looked extremely uncomfortable as they hunched over to find under the low ceiling. If it wasn't for the circumstances that I was currently in, I probably would have burst out laughing. If I hadn't just been kidnapped from a party, been stuck in the neck with a needle, and then watched by two hulking bodyguards that looked like they had been working out since they were two years old….yeah, probably not a good time to laugh.

Glaring up at them, I opened my mouth to demand what was going on, but the looks on their faces confused me. They were smiling at me….this was getting weird. I opened my mouth to speak, but they cut me off before I could begin.

"Let us introduce ourselves. Shall we?" said the larger of the two (if that was even possible).

I nodded at them to let them know that they should continue, and the smaller one spoke next. "My name is Jake, and this is my brother; Matt. Please do not hold any of this against us; we were just hired to be muscle for the people that wanted to kidnap you."

"Yeah," cut in Jake, "It's nothing personal."

"So," paused Matt, "any questions? Please make them questions we're allowed to answer"

"Where am I?" I demanded.

"Can't tell you." He replied.

"Why did you kidnap me?"

"Can't tell you that."

"What time is it?"

"Can't say."

"Where are you guys from?"

"We're not at liberty to discuss that at this time ma'am.

"Are you from the government? FBI? CIA? M16? A Terrorist Group? A cult?"

They laughed at the last one before answering, once again, "Can't answer that."

"Who hired you?"

"Can't tell you that because I don't even know, and I wouldn't tell you even if I did know."

"When can I leave?"

"Can't tell you that either!" replied Jake in a high pitched sing song voice.

I growled in frustration. This was getting really annoying. They couldn't/wouldn't answer any of my questions, and I really needed to get out of there.

"Look," I tried to state authoritatively, "I am going to ask a question and you are going to answer it."

"I'm afraid you don't give orders around here Ms. Morgan."

My jaw slackened. I was getting officially nowhere, and there was no way I would be able to get out of this through physical means. I asked one more question, highly doubting I would get an answer.

"What type of vehicle of transportation are we in?"

"Yay!," Matt clapped his hands together. "We can finally answer something!"

I rolled my eyes for a second. Perhaps the saying about those with muscle not having brains was true. Neither of the brothers seemed very bright, although I doubted I could take either them in a fight.

"Oh!" exclaimed James, "We are in a specialty plane called the Sir. Lane, designed by a special underground British government program called B6-13, the Sir. Lane was originally designed for espionage use by the British government before, uh," he coughed, "the blueprints went, ah, mysteriously missing. This is the only functional Sir. Lane Plane ever developed. Quite comfy isn't it?"

Not even waiting for my reply, he smiled cordially at me before glancing at his brother.

"I believe we are needed up top now Ms. Morgan. If you will excuse us."

I dismissed them with a small smile, and then they began to lift themselves out of the trapdoor. Before climbing out fully, Matt lowered himself down again and addressed me again. "Ms. Morgan. As soon as the trapdoor closes, your cuffs will be released. You will be free to lounge around and do whatever you like. However, if you attempt to escape, please be forewarned, this room is soundproof, fireproof, bulletproof; virtually everything proof. We will be watching you through nine cleverly placed cameras whose locations will not be disclosed to you."

I nodded to show I understood before he continued. "We have selected a nice educational movie for you, and preset it on the TV, so if you want it, you only have to activate the television with voice command. Oh, and one final note. All furniture and objects have been clamped down to the floor and walls. Don't even bother trying to remove it. Believe me I've tried. Sorry about your neck by the way. It was the only way it could be done. I've heard you're an excellent fighter."

He smiled at me before scampering up the trapdoor. The minute the door sealed itself, the clamps on my wrists and ankles were released, and I rubbed them vigorously in a futile attempt to get the mark off. Obviously, as evidenced by the thin pink lines that framed my wrist, that was not going to happen. After at least thirty minutes of close inspection of every part of the room, I could honestly say that there was no way out of the room, not including the airtight sealed trapdoor. I was in it for the long run. As estimated by my internal clock, although my internal clock was not always reliable in times like this, I had been on this plane for exactly one hour. Sighing, I settled back on the luxurious silk comforter, and settled back to enjoy a very exciting educational show about how crayons were made.

I think I fell asleep about halfway through the movie, but I couldn't exactly be sure because I stopped listening the moment a man in a crayon suit stepped up to the screen. According to my internal clock, it was around three o'clock in the morning. I had met my mother at her office around four in the afternoon, and it was exactly eleven hours later. I had been on the plane for what I estimated to be around eight hours. Fun. I heard my stomach rumble, and I realized that the last time I had actually eaten something was when I had taken that apple from the dining hall a day ago. Almost as if someone had read my mind, a small compartment in the wall slid open to reveal a think menu with almost every food imaginable.

I knew it wasn't always advisable to eat food from your kidnappers when being kidnapped, but I was so hungry that I would have eaten anything, no matter the risk. After ordering a nice, sirloin steak with baked potatoes on the side, I placed the menu back in the compartment, and the wall sucked it up. It actually really creeped me out for some reason I couldn't fathom. Minutes after I had "placed my order", I received my meal, and I could honestly say that it was the best piece of steak I had ever eaten. Even if I died right after eating it, at least I had died satisfied. Drifting off to sleep once again with my stomach full, I felt oddly content.

My eyes shot open as I felt someone's breath on mine. I looked up to see Matt leaning over me, with a syringe in his hand. "Sorry Cammie. It'll all be worth it. You'll see." And then, before I could even wake up enough to grasp what was happening, I felt a sharp sting in my neck, and I drifted off into a deeply medicated sleep again.

RANDOM THIRD PERSON'S VIEW

The night guard in the tower watched as the plane rolled down the runway. Talking into his comms unit he stated, "The subject is here. Do you copy?" Slight static filled the silent night before a clear voice cut through it. "Understood. Is everything set?" The night guard watched as two large figures supported a slumped girl in their arms, walking up to the main building. "All set," the night guard "See you in two Duchess." Then, the night guard walked back through the tower door, and picked up her Gucci bag that had been personally designed for her at the top of the stairs before walking down towards the main building the two men had just been walking towards. Her bag had been adorned with exotic peacock feathers.

A/N: Let me know how you think will happen, or your overall feelings on the chapter. I love reading your reviews!