Chapter 8
"I've brought the contract. I think." I said and came back with a suitcase.
"You're a pretty good thief if you stole it out of Eisuke's office, Freya." Baba said with a smirk.
I set the suitcase down and fiddled with number lock till the suitcase opened. I once walked in on Eisuke opening the suitcase and I heard the different sounds the lock made, so I knew the numbers. Eisuke always kept his top secret paperwork in here and he never lets me near it.
"I didn't steal it, I just borrowed it." I said.
"Sure, sure. Just like I borrow all those pieces of art from the museum."
"Well, I'm not like you Baba."
"Shut up you two, I can't concentrate." Ota said.
"Sorry." I said.
Ota made a new contract based on the one I took from Eisuke's office.
"How are we going to sign it, though?" I asked.
"Forge it, obviously." Ota said and I assumed he did the forgery.
"You might be able to make a livin' painting counterfeits, Kisaki." Kishi said.
"Huh? As if I'd ever have to resort to that." Ota said.
"I've confirmed all the routes into MI6 headquarters." Kishi said.
"So all I have to do is switch the contracts." Baba said.
"Do you think you can do it?" I asked.
"What would you say if I said I can't?"
"I'd say, don't be such a wimp, it's not like you."
"It's not like me huh? Thanks Freya."
"I know you can do it, Baba." I said.
"Leave it to me. Well, I'll head to England now." He said.
"Ok. Are you sure we shouldn't mention this to Eisuke?" I said.
"It's not like we hid it from him. He just wasn't here." Kishi said.
"Yeah, and we just happened to write a fake contract." Ota said.
"And I just happened to take that fake contract and put it in my pocket. Right?" Baba said.
"You guys are so bad. I love it!" I said and jumped in the air smiling.
A few days later, I was sat in the penthouse anxiously waiting. So far the plan was going smoothly, but now we were just waiting for work that Baba had snuck into MI6. I kept checking my phone but he still hadn't rung me. Just then, the door opened and one of the bodyguards came in.
"Hi, can I help you?" I asked. None of the bodyguards have ever come in here before. "Is there a problem?"
He didn't say anything and started walking towards me. I saw his blurry figure get closer.
"When did he leave the country?" the man asked.
"Who?"
"I received information that your friend with the red jacket left." He said.
"Don't know who you mean. In case it wasn't obvious, I'm blind." I said and waved my hand in front of my eyes. I then stood up and tried to act as natural as possible. He must be talking about Baba and if he knew about Baba, then he must work for MI6. I needed to get away. "Anyway, I have to go."
I tried to walk past him when he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. "Let go of me."
"You're not going anywhere." He growled.
We started to struggle, I tried to pull my arm free but he was too strong. I gripped my cane and started hitting him with it. He threw me to the floor, before I could stand he was on top of me and placed a piece of cloth over my mouth and nose. It had a strong chemical smell. My movements started to slow before I lost consciousness.
When I started to wake up, I had a sharp pain in my head and my brain felt foggy. I tried to move when I realised that I was tied to a chair.
"Hey. What's going on? Hey!" I called out and tried to struggle free.
"You're awake." Someone said. I recognised that voice, it was the voice of the man who bought the auctions.
"You. So I guess I'm in some kind of MI6 secret place?" I said.
"So you figured that much out already?" he said.
"Yes, I'm not stupid." I said.
"But you didn't recognise me when I saw you in Japan." He said.
"When were you in Japan?" I asked.
"I enjoyed helping you win at poker."
"That was you?!"
"My disguise was pretty good, wasn't it? Sometimes I'm a millionaire, sometimes a gambler… sometimes a body guard. I'm a master of disguise."
They were spying on me this whole time? I felt so stupid.
"That's right. The MI6 are aware of everything you've done."
"I don't know what you're talking about. I've done nothing." I said.
A door then opened and I heard someone walk into the room.
"Director." The man said.
"So you got her?" the new man said.
"Yes, everything's going according to plan."
"I didn't want to be rough with you, but Ichinomiya wouldn't listen to our requests." The director said. "He knows you're with us right now. Will you tell him to give us the photograph? If you do, no harm will come to you."
Eisuke said that the photo contained information about his company, so there was no way I was doing anything. "Go to hell."
"Do you have any idea what that means?" the director said.
"I don't care. I won't help you, so go to hell."
"All right, we've done everything we could. And if that's your answer, then you'll have to take responsibility for that." The director said and then he told one of his agents to turn on a monitor. "We'll let Ichinomiya get a look at you to prove we have you. Even he'll give in if the life of his beloved is at stake."
"You bastard!" I hissed. I then felt something cold be pressed against my head, I knew what that was. It was a gun.
"Freya." Eisuke said, his voice came from the monitor.
"Can you hear me, Ichinomiya? We have your fiancée." The director said and pushed my head with the barrel of the gun.
"You want the photograph, don't you?" Eisuke said.
"Of course, but it's too late now. We'll get the photograph no matter what. You defied us and now your woman will pay for it." The director said and I heard him load the gun.
"I'll do whatever you want, just don't harm her." Eisuke said.
"Eisuke no. Don't." I said.
"Shut up. It's too late." The director said. "Any last words for him?"
"Yeah. Don't give in. No matter what. Don't give them the photograph, even if they shoot me." I said.
"Then you hang in there until you can see me succeed yourself." Eisuke said.
"I will, till the end." I said. He sounded confident, was he planning something? He would get me out of this, I'm sure of it. He always did. "I love you Eisuke. I want you to know that."
"Freya." Eisuke gasped shocked.
"Enough of the sappy goodbyes. Time to end this." The director said.
"Fuck you, you bastard!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.