Avi Lavin

by USNeshama

When Avi was born Eyal decided to keep his space and not be a part of his son's life for his own protection. He told no one, not even his Mossad colleagues, that he was a father because he trusted no one. Trust is not something that comes easily for a spy. But when Avi is kidnapped who can Eyal turn to? The one person who knows about Avi and that Eyal would trust with his life.

3. Chapter 3

Avi was scared. He was sure that these men meant business. If his mother didn't come through he was sure that they would kill him. But where was she going to come up with 100 million dollars in 24 hours? He was sure that a great deal of time had passed on the flight alone.

Avi sat tied to a chair in the middle of a bedroom. He knew that they were in a nice house in a good part of town. He had never been outside of Israel before but he knew that if there wasn't shooting or a lot of traffic then it had to be a nice enough area.

This was clearly someone's home. He was in a little girl's room with a pink princess theme. There was a bed, a dresser, and a desk. There were also two windows although the blinds had been pulled down and the curtains closed. He sat about 2 feet away from the foot of the bed with his ankles bound to the chair and his hands tied behind his back. His back was to the door from which he had entered.

Avi had never been into much besides soccer. He had never bothered to take that martial arts class his mother wanted him to or even learned to speak in another language. He has been comfortable speaking in Hebrew and just enjoying his time with friends.

Now, Avi severely wished he had taken those English classes so he could at least understand what those men were saying outside the door. He knew there was little chance for escape but if he didn't start thinking outside the box he was going to wind up dead.

Avi started thinking. He decided the best way to try and think was as if he was his father.

Although Avi had never met the man, and knew very little about him, he figured getting in the head of a spy couldn't be too hard. After all, he had watched all those James Bond movies. He knew his father was a fierce fighter and spoke many languages. Other than that he really couldn't come up with much. But one thing he knew for sure: his father would not go down without a fight so Avi vowed he would do the same.

Avi glanced around the room trying to decide what his best course of action was. He knew overhearing the men outside would not help him much because he couldn't understand what they were saying but if he could send a signal maybe someone could come to help him.

There really wasn't much in the room to work with: some dolls, crayons, a tiara. Then he spied it, sitting just under the edge of the bed: a pink and purple mini soccer ball.

If Avi could just reach it, maybe he could…a plan started to form in his mind.