Thanks everyone, for the reviews! I love hearing your feedback! Just one quick note here- chapter length. Some people like big long chapters with lots of words and paragraphs. I'm not one of those people. I don't like to dedicate a paragraph simply to one thing and then over embelish it, it doesn't seem practical to me when I just skip over those when I read. Sorry if your a person who likes that but I'll not be including it in my own stories. I just thought I'd tell everyone since I've had several requests for longer chapters.
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Alex didn't remember falling asleep. He certainly didn't remember getting on an airplane either. However that was where he was at the moment, with Sean was curled up to his right, his blonde head resting on the armrest that divided the seats.
Looking around revealed the plane to be a small one, probably a private or executive jet of some sort. The only other people to occupy seats were Muscles and Boss. Alex assumed that Helper was either the one flying the craft or he had been left behind because of his injuries.
Boss looked up from his book and grinned at Alex, seeing that he was awake. He said something quietly to Muscles and the hulking man approached, tugging Alex up from his seat and plopping him down in the one next to Boss. Muscles didn't join them, however, choosing to sit at the back of the plane away from everyone else.
"What?" Alex asked curtly.
"I am curious," Boss admitted. "What's your name, boy?" Alex glared stonily at him but his reaction seemed to add to Boss' delight. Alex glared at the man and his inability to anger him.
"Alex." He muttered.
"And, Alex, why were you so adamant on protecting your Mr. Wallace? Are you of some relation to him? Too old to be a brother, perhaps a cousin on his father's side?"
"No. I'm not related to Sean." Alex answered, not looking at Boss, instead out the window at the passing clouds. "Where are we going?"
"Not for you to know. Tell me why you didn't just let us take the brat." Boss commanded.
"Because I have a conscience."
"As do I," Boss chuckled. "I simply choose to ignore mine."
Alex glared at the man again as he continued to laugh to himself. The plane lurched forward and Alex felt it begin its decent. The patchy clouds obscured the windows but soon gave way to sunlight and a blue sky.
"How long have we been flying?" Alex asked, fearing the answer.
"Hmm? Nearly eight hours. You slept through most of it." Boss answered. The man didn't ask any more questions, choosing instead to return his attention to the book in his lap. Alex turned back to the window. A dense mass of green rose up to meet them slowly. Nowhere in Europe had trees like these.
"We're in South America." Alex said dumbly.
"Yes, so it would seem." Boss said without looking up. "Good at geography are you?"
"No, I'm just not stupid." Alex stated. His answer drew another chuckle from Boss but the man didn't respond in any other way. Alex flopped back into his seat and remained silent as the plane touched down roughly.
Outside the window trees sprung up like an impenetrable wall around the plane. The plane whizzed past one hanger, then a square building, then another and another. Were they at an airport?
Alex didn't voice his questions, instead standing up as soon as the plane slowed to a taxi and stopped moving all together. As far as he could tell they hadn't pulled up to any sort of gate or jet way.
Boss stood as well and pulled the lever on the door, opening it to let hot air, heavy with humidity into the plane. Boss stepped away from the door, motioning Alex through it.
"Come on, you first." He jerked his thumb toward the door and Alex obliged without looking at the man. Steps had been wheeled up to the side of the private jet but they were wobbly and difficult to maneuver while having his hands handcuffed in front of him.
Alex counted fourteen men as he stepped down from the plane. All of them dressed in camouflage pants and black vests. Each one held a very lethal looking machine gun and had an ugly glare fixed to their faces.
Boss put a hand on Alex's shoulder and steered him toward one of the small cement buildings. Alex twisted around, trying to ensure that Sean was coming with him. He was. Muscles carried the sleeping boy awkwardly, with one arm, the other one holding a duffle bag.
Boss spun Alex back around and gave him a shove toward the doors. One of the armed guards there opens it, not out of courtesy or respect, just because Boss instructs him to with a sharp look.
Inside it's cool, air-conditioned, and clean smelling, like a hospital. Grey and blue carpet covers a hard floor and the walls had been painted a blinding, spotless white. Only a few fake potted plants were kept in the long hallway for decoration. Four plain wooden doors lined the walls.
Boss opened one door and pushed Alex inside. His hands were roughly unlocked and Sean was shoved into his surprised arms, still asleep. The door was pulled shut again with a sharp snap and the unmistakable sound of a lock turning echoed it.
"Do not try to escape, Alex. There are guards posted at the door and windows. You are expendable; they will not hesitate to shoot you." Boss' voice floated through the door, muffled by the wood. "Behave yourself."
Alex shifted Sean's limp form in his arms as soft footsteps grew fainter. When there was silence Alex turned to survey the room that served as their makeshift prison.
A couch sat against the far wall next to another false plant, this one larger than the ones in the hallway. A cheap wooden desk stood in the middle of the room with a simple office chair behind it. Bookshelves lined one wall and a map of the world took up most of another.
Alex sighed and set Sean down on the couch, taking the office chair for himself. He searched the drawers, finding nothing but a stapler, a few pages of blank printer paper and various pens, pencils and erasers.
No computer, no office phone, his cell phone and pocket knife had been taken sometime in during the journey. Alex sagged back into the chair, idly spinning himself with his feet, lost in thought.
He had seen the men and he knew that a plan to escape was suicide. He wouldn't endanger Sean's life with foolish daydreams of escape. His best option was to appease the person in charge and buy time for MI6 to come to the rescue. He was confident that they would as there was now a civilian in danger as well.
Alex stretched his arms over his head and resigned himself to keeping watch over his charge and the door. No one would approach without him knowing it.
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