In the meantime, Clair was squirming, trying to break free of the ropes. She had spat out the oily cloth that was placed in her mouth once and started screaming, but the strange large man had just placed the now dusty AND oily cloth back into her mouth, and this time, he used some more rope to tie it there. Clair squirmed and fought against the ropes, trying to break free. The sun had started to come up, and she was sure that the rest of the Wild Kratt Team would be there any minute to rescue her.
Finally, the motorcycle was stopped, but instead of relief that the bumpy and uncomfortable ride was over, she only felt dread. For Zack's plane stood in front of the motorcycle, and Clair knew that Zack was big trouble.
The strange man untied the ropes that were holding her to the motorcycle, but made sure her legs, arms, and hands were still tied in a way that didn't allow her to move much. He also checked that the rag was still in place. The man picked up Clair and slung her over his shoulder like she was a full sack of flour and started to walk towards the plane. Clair kicked and squirmed, but it made no difference.
The man walked through the open door of the plane and then walked down a few passageways. After a few turns he turned and knocked on a door to the right.
"Who is it?" a cranky voice said from the other side of the door. Clair started shaking and breathing heavily. It was Zack.
"Its Larry," the large man said in a deep rumbling voice.
"Do you have the girl?" Zack asked impatiently.
"Yes, sir! She was easy to get. She was outside and it was almost as if she was waiting for me," Larry said.
"Looking for that man I had you get, no doubt," mumbled Zack. "Well, bring her in," Zack said loudly.
Clair, who was now in a full blown anxiety attack, just lay on Larry's shoulder, limp. Larry, who took no notice of Clair's current state, opened the door and went in.
"So, here she is. Chr- I mean, MY daughter. Back to me," Zack laughed cruelly.
"What do you want me to do with her, sir?" Larry asked patiently.
"Oh, hold on a second," Zack said, sounding annoyed. "Zackbots! Bring me that chair from over there!" Zack said as he pointed to a large black leather chair in the corner of the room. The Zackbots grabbed the chair and set it in front of Zack's desk. "Set her in the chair," Zack directed.
"But, sir, She-" Larry started.
"I said put her in the chair!" Zack screeched. Larry obediently sat Clair in the chair. Clair still couldn't move or make a sound. Zack chuckled, while Larry looked at Clair in amazement. "Larry, leave us." Larry obediently left the room, closing the door behind him. "Perfect. Now I'll have some leverage on your father," Zack said with a smirk.
"I have some questions for you," Zack said with another smirk. After those words, Clair fainted.