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Chapter 3: Who has her?
Dried blood covered the right side of her face and neck, cold metal chains at her hands and feet attaching her to a chair, and a bright yellow light shining down directly on her face.
"Hello Elizabeth." A man appeared out of the shadowed corner, and cackled at the mangled mess she has become.
Liz being defiant started violently moving her legs and arms in an impossible attempt at freedom. "What do you want with me?!" She spat angrily.
"We want you dead. Another member of our organization failed at his mission, so we had to fix his mistakes and finish you ourselves." The man moved closer to her enough for her to identify some of his features.
Blond hair, dark brown eyes, muscular build, would be attractive if she wasn't tied to a chair with her life being threatened.
"Who is the leader?" Liz growled.
The young man stepped closer to her, looking directly in her eyes. "It's..."
Red arrived back at the safe house that had been compromised as soon as he could get there to meet Dembe to look for any clues on who might have taken Liz.
Right now they only know someone hacked into the security cameras but not who did it.
Madeline was making calls to some people that could help them find Elizabeth.
Red called Kaplan and Aram, and with three of Maddy's people they set up a special task force to find and take down Liz's captors.
Red was not going to let his personal problems get in the way of her safety.
While the rest of team was busy at work Red found himself more in the way than helping and slipped outside to the front steps with a bottle of wine.
The bottle was one Liz had been in the process of drinking before this started. It was almost empty as he pressed his chapped lips to the bottle, throwing his head back to taste the clear colored liquid. It instantly reminded him of her, she had had a glass of wine an hour or so before they kissed and she had tasted faintly of it. The idea of her missing when she should be safe and wrapped in the sheets made him sick to his stomach.
He grabbed the green tinted bottle and threw it into the door. Smashing into a billion tiny pieces, his hand getting sliced by the pieces flying backward.
The door opened to see a Mr. Kaplan with a very mixed reaction appearing on her face. "We know who took Lizzie and you aren't going to like it."