Annabeth
I turned around at the familiar voice. Standing at the door, an AK-47 tucked under his arm, was Adar Kahn. Adar was the leader of his weapons specialist team. He had curly black hair like Nico-only untamed-and a dark tan complication. He was two years older than me, and Lior's best friend.
I glanced at my pillow where I kept a gun, then to my backpack where the other two were. They were both too faraway to get to before he unleashed enough rounds to kill the whole CSI personal building.
I settled on snarling at him. "What are you doing here, Adar?"
"You never were one to give a warm welcome." He smirked at me and walked closer to us. "However, it's not needed, you are coming with me."
"Over my dead carcass." I snarled back.
"Body." Percy whispered.
"What?"
"The phrase is 'over my dead body'." I glared at him. "Sorry."
Adar chuckled a dark laugh. "How cute. Now, come peacefully or against your will."
I started weighing my options in my head, sorting through plans and execution to get us out of the situation. I was brought out of my thoughts by another one of Adar's orders. "Come or I put lead in his head."
I let out a breath and started walking slowing towards him, not too fast to make him think I was trying to get one of my weapons or attack him. No matter how much I wanted to slice his throat.
"That's what I thought." When I reached him, he stepped behind me and handcuffed my hands. I expected him to lead me out of the door, but he pushed me towards it then walked to Percy. I turned just in time to see him knock my partner in the back of the head with the butt of a hand gun and his body fall limp to the floor.
"Percy!" I started to him to help but Adar put his gun to his head. I stopped dead in my tracks.
"Ah uh. Stay over there." He produced another pair of handcuffs and wrapped them around Percy's wrists. After he rummaged through my bag and pocket my knives and guns. He broke the blades of all the knives and tossed them away, grabbing all the guns. "Alright, get moving."
"What about Percy?" I asked, stubbornly not moving.
Adar sighed and rolls his eyes. He threw Percy over his shoulder as if he were a doll, then motioned me out the door with the AK. Reluctantly, I went along. Even I knew when not to fight back.
I clenched my jaw as I was led out the back door and into an large, unlabeled, white cargo van. Adar shoved me in and threw Percy in shortly after. He landed on top of me with a groan. The doors slammed shut and left us in darkness.
"Percy." I tried to wiggle away from him, but he was heavy. Not that he was fat, he's just more muscle and mass than I was able to lift.
"Ughhh," He groaned again. "Wh...Where are we?"
"In a van on our way to their headquarters." I grunted. "Also, you are currently crushing me."
"Huh?" He shifted so he could look at me, his face dangerously close to mine. "Oh, I'm sorry." He struggled to move off of me and I sat up when he finally had.
We sat in silence for 10s of minutes, Percy shifting and turning the whole time-never staying still. "So uh...why do you think they're bringing us to their headquarters? You think it'll be like the movies?"
"What?"
"You know, like in the movies, where the bad-guys draw on and on about you betraying Israel while you secretly get out of your handcuffs and kick their butts just as they're about to kill you!"
I rolled my eyes into the darkness and tried to make myself as comfortable as I could for the rest of the ride. "I do not think it will be like the movies. They are most likely bringing us there so they will not have to dump our bodies and can make a quick get away."
A silence followed and I could sense he was pouting. He must have really been hoping for the movie's ending. "But you can get out handcuffs, right?" When I didn't say anything, the faint glow of his teeth became visible through the dark van. "I knew it. I really should have started in Mossad, I could'a learned all this cool stuff!"
I sighed. "It is not everything you think it is." I told him, my voice not much above a whisper.
Percy laughed, not picking up on my hints. "Oh yea? You know all these wicked moves and tricks that makes our police force look like toddlers!"
I sent him a cross look if he could see it or not. "Yes, but they make you use them to kill, torture, and in the males' case-rape, innocent people. Do you still think it is as amazing as you thought it was?"
Percy's shifting stopped and the van was silent except the sound of the wheels racing across the road. I sat up and crawled over to him, the handcuffs sitting-forgotten-where I use to be. Slumping against the wall he was sitting next to, I picked the lock on his cuffs. Might as well be comfortable while we can.
Percy rubbed his wrists. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, like, spark bad memories or anything." I felt his hand wrap around mine in attempt to comfort me. I gave his hand a squeeze to tell him it was alright but otherwise said nothing.
We rode like that the rest of the ride, which was about an hour, our hands interlaced and sitting close together. For some reason, I allowed my head to slump to his shoulder. I was almost asleep when the van came to a stop and I heard voices outside. I jumped up to quickly help Percy back into his cuffs before putting my own on. The door opened and I had to turn away from the sudden bright light.
"Shalom, again, both of you." Adar's yellow smile greeted us. I snarled in disgust. "Come, now."
Percy jumped down and I followed after reluctantly. Two familiar men walked up next to us as we walked into the warehouse. One of the men led me to two pipes running down from the ceiling. He handcuffed my hands separately to both poles in addition to the previous pair.
Paranoid much?
They should be.
The other man moved Percy so he was next to Adar. "My boy," He placed a hand on his shoulder. I struggled against my bonds and the guard next to me held me at my shoulders. I looked up at him with my best evil glare when suddenly, I recognized him.
"Ravid." I breathed. His chocolate brown eyes sparked with joy at my recollection.
"Shalom Navah." He whispered my real name. I shuttered at his breath over my ear.
"Oh, isn't that sweet?" Adar nudged Percy to our direction. "Two lovers reuniting." Ravid smiled proudly down at me. He was much taller than me, close to 25 centimeters. I looked away from him. "You know, they were the cutest couple. Lior and I would tease them anytime they were together." Adar told him.
I looked up at Percy. He was watching us with interest, like this was all one big history lesson. Adar called for a gun in Hebrew to someone I couldn't see in the back of the warehouse. A gun fell from one of the rafters and he caught it easily.
Adar held the hand gun up to Percy's head. "Sorry my friend."
He cocked it and placed it right next to his temple. I wrestled with the metal that held me in place violently, bruising my wrists no doubt. "No!" I yelled.
"Oh? You are correct. He has done nothing to upset us." Suddenly the gun was pointed at me. "You are the one we came to-"
"No!" Percy copied my previous outburst, taking it one step farther and kicking the pistol out of his hand and across the room. It fired at the wall upon impact with the floor.
Rubbing his hand, Adar smiled at the raven haired man. "Hm. Do I sense something between the two of you? Ravid, you have some competition!"
I mentally groaned. Honestly, Adar thought he was cupid, he set Ravid and I up and before he sent me on several blind dates with his colleagues.
Percy's face flushed and I looked at a suddenly very interesting crack in one of the far walls; starting to pick the lock on the handcuff that was on my left hand, having already undone the ones that held both my hands from the van.
Adar clasped his hands together in excitement. "Sorry Rav, looks like she's over you." I moved to glare at him. I could feel the hurt look Ravid was sending me, and I didn't want to face it.
So I did the rational thing and didn't.
I swung my now released hands and made contact with the side of Ravid's head. His head had so much momentum, it hit the left pole I use to be chained to. He was knocked out instantly and fell to the ground. One of the other guards ran at me. At the last second I moved to the side and jumped on his back; wrapping my handcuffs around his neck.
I waited until he was oxygen deprived to make him pass out instead of strangling him to death, I didn't need a murder charge on my third day in America, and let him fall to the ground.
Three more large structured men ran out, two with automatic guns while the other carried an ammo box. I ran and tackled Percy behind a crate. Grabbing the gun he had kicked before, I checked it's ammo holder. It had five rounds left.
After quickly undoing his handcuffs, I took a deep breath and stood from the sitting position, ready to run out. Percy grabbed my upper arm before I could.
"Where are you going? They'll kill you!" He whispered frantically, trying to pull me back.
"If I stay, they will kill you too," I met his gaze. "This is not your fight. Let me go." He held my eyes for a moment more and let go. I leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Thank you." I whispered. I turned and ran out into the line of fire.
Ravid and the second guard were still out cold, and the three others started firing at me while Adar watched from behind. His arms crossed and a frown on his face. I was just a meter away from a protective crate when a sharp pain erupted in my leg. Both my legs gave out from under me and slid on my back behind the crate for a second. I gritted my teeth as I crawled to the other side.
Bullet rounds were being fed into their weapons as they continued to shoot at me. I revealed just enough of myself so I could take aim and shoot the ammo box on the ground between them. The impact and some of the bullets going off made the shooters duck out of the way.
Four rounds. Four men.
I raised the gun and aimed at their hearts, but something held me back. I shifted my aim to the right and took the shot at their shoulders, at least so they couldn't shoot. When they were immobilized I limped over, took one of the autos, and kicked the other away. I moved the barrel to Adar's heart. He was gripping his right shoulder as blood seeped out.
He straightened up. "Very clever," We stared at each other for a moment, deadly quiet. "But not clever enough." As quick as a whip, he pulled out a hand gun from his back pocket, probably one of mine. He sent a bullet through my left shoulder. Almost out of reflex, I pulled the trigger on the auto as I fell. The 47 launched close to 20 rounds through Adar's stomach.
I fell to floor, clutching my shoulder.
Sorry for the long update guys, I forget if I mentioned it in the last update but I spent my spring break down in the Indiana/Kentucky border cleaning up after the tornadoes that hit the region during the first week of March, so I apologize for not updating.
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~Arty
