As they got closes and closer to the island Ron couldn't help to notice the island itself was breathtaking , beautiful blue water, tropical palms, soft sand in the shore, if it wasn't for the information he had he would've mistaken the island for a simply tropical resort. At the distance the island looked mall and compact, but as they got closer, it began reveling itself, on one side was a enormous cliff with pointy rocks at the bottom and all the perimeter was surrounded by big armed guard, the kind of guard that even without the weapon looked as that could kill you an feed you to the sharks in less you can yell SOS.
"Stoppable, your fake name in here is Clayton Johnson the Second, you'll pose as a blood diamond trafficker, I trust you know enough about that."
"Yes, Kim and I had a couple of missions regarding that topic, If I'm going to guess is the county Sierra Leona ?"
"Correct, and remember, enter, locate, extract, free, call the good guys"
"I know"
As they approached a man offers to take the yacht keys, but he shook his head
"I'll be here when you call, sir" said the agent posing as the chauffeur
"Yes" said Ron in a smug way, hoping he had convinced the guy at the entrance. Apparently it worked.
"Welcome to 'Maître île paradisiaque'" said the man
"Is that french?" he asked with his gaze up
"Yes sir, this have been an...uh mm, exporting point since the colonial era"
"I see"
"Would you like to visit the history pavilion, we have a lot of artifact and history regarding..." he was silenced in a snap
"No, let's lets down to business"
"Yes, sir, of course, let me take you to your room and then I'll personally take you to the manager"
"I was expecting that" he said as he followed the man inside for what it looked a fancy hotel. Inside, there if anyone was in there by accident wouldn't suspect anything was wrong, partially naked girls receiving the guest, children taking the coats, old man and women scrubbing the floor, you need to have keen eyes to look in their eyes and see the unspeakable horrors that have witnessed, their paranoia their frighten gaze when anyone approached to them. Suddenly he hard a rokus.
"Foolish girl!" a man growled to girl not older than seven "You let a spot in my shoes, are you a good for nothing? Learn your place!" he said as he slapped the girl so hard that ended several feet from her original position "You" he said pointing at he guide "bring me a useful girl now, this one return it to the rat whole where she belongs"
"Yes sir" responded the guide as he snapped his finger and an older girl came forward to finish polishing the man's shoes
"May I take this girl to my room?" asked Ron, trying not to see the horror filled expression of the girl whoa was fighting the tears
"Yes sir, of course, sir, may I have your credit card?"
"Yeah" responded Ron taking out the piece of plastic, the guide rapidly slide the card and requested a signature. Ron signed without even seeing the strange improvised signature of a C.J. The guide snapped his fingers again and a boy in his late teens appeared out of nowhere and began carrying Ron's bags. The four of them got in the elevator into one of the highest floors, at there the guide instruct him to a suite.
"All our rooms are sound proof for your convenience" informed the guide as he handed the key card "If you need everything of anyone" he said emphasizing the word 'anyone' "just call the number zero", then he lightly pushed the terrified girl into the room "Remember, girl, do anything the mister orders you, he already owns you for today"
The little Asian girl nodded and began trembling. The boy entered and rudely let Ron's bags on the floor before glare severely at Ron and disappear in the hallway.
"The manger will meet you in an hour" said the guide before closing the doors.
The little girl began trembling like jelly
"What is your name, kid?" asked Ron finally
"沙海滩" she responded
"What?" he questioned
"Shā hǎitān" she responded again
"It's a pretty name" he said softly
There was an awkward silence
"Are you hurt?" asked Ron opening one of his bags and reveling a first aid kit
"What?" the girl answered
"I asked you if you were hurt, you were slapped very hard" he said as he knelled to get to the girl's level and put a cold compress in her cheek.
"Why are you so nice?" she asked
"I have to make you a question" asked Ron ignoring her question "Are you a slave?" he questioned looking her in the eye
"Yes" she responded in a beat
"Do you know a woman named Kim?" he asked with his eyes firmly on the girl's surprised expression.
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Part One of the island
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