I'm back. Woo-who.
Warning- swearing/ darkness etc.
I don't own.
ADATO:
Jeff sighed. His son could be anywhere, in any condition. Gordon had said they had stolen plans and Scott was going to be their funding. He didn't want to pay criminals but to keep Scott safe... to keep Scott safe it was worth it.
Then the call came in. The screen was black but the voice was as clear as day.
"Good morning Mr. Tracy. We have some business to discuss. You have something I want and I have something you want. Someone you want."
"Where is my son, you son of a bitch?"
"He's alive and unharmed if that's what you want to know. A little hungry though. Maybe we should feed him." The casual tone angered Jeff to no end.
"Where is he?"
The video turned on to reveal a brick tunnel. Scott was leaning against the flat wall blocking the end. He was shivering in the obviously cold prison.
The voice of Zayn Crowe addressed Scott, "Wakey-wakey. Your daddy wants to know you're alive."
Scott looked up and the video cut out.
"Alright Tracy, you've seen that he's alive so here's what I'm gonna do. I am going to make my demands and you're going to listen."
"Alright."
"Each week I will make a ransom of money and you will pay. This will give your boy food and water. If you don't pay he goes without. It also stops us from messing him up in any way. You don't pay and we get to have fun with him. This will finish either when we are done or when he is dead. It's up to you. My first demand is $50,000 by Friday wired to the account I'm linking with this. So now I ask, how much do you love your son Mr. Tracy?"
The call ended. The ransom had been set.