Chapter 8 – rmr

See told you another chapter would be coming your way. And to DarthZ I shall give no excuses because they always annoy me, but let's just say I'm back! Thank you authorwannabe101 for your instructions. Note the line!

Here you go

APOV

I've been here for about a month, you see the mission failed utterly and completely. But before I continue on I better just explain what happened.

1 month ago.

I stared out the window, it was raining. Rain was horrible and I normaly hate it but today it just seemed appropriate. I'm being taken to god knows where in an 'discrete' army van, to become homeless. They're taking me to somewhere in north cornwall because that's where the suspicious activity has been taking place.

"Oi! You, get out." Barked the strict looking army man from the front of the van, he was a small guy with a buz cut and traditional army gear. I sighed and heaved myself out, I wasn't allowed any luggage. I was supposed to be desperate with nothing left. Ask me 2 weeks ago and that would have been true, but now I actually had a reason to come back. But unfortunately my reason to come back was my reason for being here. Ash. I'm sure you all remember that I used to be blackmailed using Jack but she and I had decided that it wasn't worth it anymore and that if they tried again I would refuse. Should have known they wouldn't let me get away that easily.

By now I had reached a cross junction in the road, left was just an endless darkness, right however led to a small town. This was the place I was looking for. Blunt had told me to find the small alley way behind the café 'the copper kettle' and to settle there for the night, by the morning I would be taken. When I got there though I met a small complication, apparently I wasn't the only one who thought this would be a good place to sleep. And apparently on the streets you don't share hidey holes. In the end I just let him be, James I think his name was. We just sat across from each other glaring. He was tall blond and fairly tan, if I wasn't disguised we could have been brothers.

I sat waiting till about midnight, I hadn't got an ounce of sleep, this was possibly the most dangerous mission I had been on yet, not because of who I was up against but because of the lack of knowlage. MI6 didn't know anything about this group or what they were doing, they only knew that ITEX was taking kids of the street for an unknown reason. That was why it was dangerous they couldn't prepare me couldn't arm me with either knowledge or gadgets.

It was just as I was about to nod off that I heard the van pull up. I jerked my head up and listened, footsteps, voices. They were very loud, maybe they weren't here to kidnap us. If they were they were very confident.

3 men appeared dressed head to toe in black. "Ooh lookey, we got two tonight, the boss will be pleased." The one on the right exclaimed, his voice was scratchy as though his voice box had been tuned wrong. I gradually stood up edging my way back. It seemed James had the same idea, and no matter how much he hated me it seemed that we had been united by a common enemy. It was as they came closer that I realised how un-naturally big these people were. They were all at least 6 foot 8 if not taller and built like rugby players.

They didn't seem in any particular rush, we were trapped and they just kept on coming. As though a unheard signal was issued they all ran forward at once and tried to grab us. I fought I bit after all I was meant to be a desperate street kid but not too hard I did want them to take me. They were strong I'm sure if I was fighting full pelt I could have taken them down but there blows were harsh. I felt a rib crack and groaned. Then I felt a sharp pain to my temple and I knew no more.

I woke to the sound of an engine and a rough bag over my head. I tried to feel around me but soon realised that my ankles and wrists had been tied. I wriggle for a bit and managed to get my head free looking around I discovered that I was in a crate in the back of what looked to be a lorry. I was surrounded by other crates containing tied up kids, some were moving others still out cold, overhead I could hear crying and someone swearing.

About two hours later the van came to a halt and the lorry door was thrown open, I tried to shield my eyes from the light that now came rushing in. the same three people as before were standing in the door way only this time they didn't have their masks on. They looked like male modles with their perfectly chiselled faces, if only their eyes didn't ruin it. They were blood read.

"Right then kiddies time to get you out" shouted the middle blond model. As they started pulling crates out and loading them onto trollies his eyes met mine. "Ooh look we've got a fighter" he lent down "I do hope we don't have any trouble with you" he said poking a hand through the bars to try to pull the bag back over my head. I bit at his fingers. He grinned. "We've got one for the avian centre" he shouted to his colleague's. Avian why the hell were they talking about birds?

Before I had time to contemplate this further I was pulled out and loaded onto a separate trolley. A man in a white coat came up and pushed my trolley into a building I hadn't previously noticed. It looked like an old abandoned factory complete with fume towers. As we entered the smell of antiseptic reached my nose, the appearance was much the same, bleached, white and emotionless.

We went down corridor after corridor it seemed like a maze there was no signs to indicate direction. We finally reached our destination and the man in the white coat, let's call him Bob for ease, pulled a card out of his breast pocket and scanned on the security lock. It turned green and beeped at him.

We entered and I scanned the room it was shocker, white and seemed to be a lab. Along the wall stood two more male models. Sexist much?

Bob whistled and male model 1 walked over he unlocked my cadge and pulled me out roughly by the back of my t-shirt. I was turned to face Bob and he scanned me up and down. He reached over to one of the desks and pulled out a clip bored from behind it. "right boy, I'm going to ask you questions and you will answer them. Clear?"

I looked at him blankly, it was agreed that I would be a South American emergent who spoke next to no English. If they thought I couldn't understand them their tongues would be looser.

"I said clear?" he shouted at me. When I again did not respond he nodded to the male model holding me who leaned down and slapped me across the face.

"You will answer when I ask you a question! What is your name?"

I cowered back and replied with a "Mellamo Juan Rendon." Bob sighed and scribbled something on the clip board.

"Right since you can't understand me we'll just get on to the physical tests. Strip him" he ordered to the male models.

I felt myself being dragged back and a hand grabbed my clothes and proceeded to tear them of. When they reached my crucifix I decided it was time to play the part of a scared child who was faithful to his religion.
"¡No! Por favor, no! Que es mío lo que necesito que es especial! Por favor, no quiero estar aquí! ¡Suéltame!" I screamed struggling.

"Shut up you worthless piece of sh*t." said one of my captors, pulling me back by my hear.

Ripped the nuclease of and put it in the sack where he was disposing the rest of my clothes. When he reached my earing he smirked and then tore it out. I screamed. Maybe a bit overdramatic but I was terrified young child who had no idea what was going on and had just had my ear torn in half.

It was now that Bob turned around and came back over ignoring my quiet sobbing. "Put him on the scales." He ordered to the models. They dumped me on a sheet of metal similar to the scales you get at the vets. He noted the result and gestured for the men to carry on. They dragged me over to the wall measured my height. They then took a needle stabbed it in arm and pulled out some blood. Finally they ripped out some grey pyjama looking things and shoved them into my arms "dress"

I slowly pulled them on, when I was done Bob came over carrying some metal dog tags he draped them over me and then turned "take him away, put him in room 194."

And with that I was carried to hell.

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