Can I Come Back?
Chapter 4
A/N: Ever so sorry about the long wait. Thank you for all the reviews. And for some people telling me what they think and so on… anyway I'm goanna try and update as much as I can.
I know the thing about Ziva wanting vengeance was a bit, off, you could say, but I just wanted to get into the more exciting (Hopefully) part of the story. So here's chapter 4, enjoy – Haylee!"
Somalia (unknown to Tony):
Tony's head was throbbing. His eyes were shut and he had a bag or something over his head, so he didn't know where he was.
"What happened?" he thought to himself.
He tried to move his hands, but found them tied down, with some thin, like plastic. He then tried to move his legs, but couldn't due to them also being tried to the chair. He then noticed it was rather hot and humid, and he could feel the sweat already forming in his forehead.
'Okay. What's the last thing I remember' he asked himself. He, Liat, Malachi were on a ship with two others, Jaron Levy and Alia Cohen, who were both Mossad Officers he had met before they had left for the mission. They were heading somewhere when a storm hit somewhere around Somalia, then everything goes blank.
'The storm must have been bad' he thought 'But if I was on a boat, where the hell was I now? The floor's not moving around like a boat would?' he wondered, confused by everything that was going on.
Just at that moment, Tony heard a door creek open and boots on the floor. He froze and listened as the sound of heavy foot prints came closer to him. Tony heard the sound of chair legs scrape across the floor and stop in front of him.
"Do you know who I am?" came the rough voice of a man with a strong accent asked.
'Should I answer?" Tony thought, wondering what it could get him into.
And just like the man had just read his thoughts he got his answer "Answer me!" he demanded, voice rising.
"I might" Tony replied.
Tony listened as the man gave a small chuckle, when Tony suddenly felt the man grab the top if the bag, which was on his head, and pull it off slowly. It took Tony sometime to adjust to the light, but he eventually saw where he was and who was sitting in front of him.
He was in a room with concrete walls, dusty floor and an old wooden door. Sitting in front of him was a man. He looked about in his mid-thirties, dark, almost black, brown hair and a beard.
"My name is Saleem Ulman. Who are you?" Saleem asked.
Tony swallowed and took a breath in "Take a guess" he breathed out.
Saleem glared at him then clenched his right fist and punched Tony in the stomach, causing him to cough and groan in pain.
"I don't like a smart ass or a joker. Now tell me who you are!" Saleem said getting impatient.
Tony winced as he sat up "I'm a nobody" he answered, voice slightly strained.
Saleem didn't look amused. He had an emotionless face. He then slowly leaned forward until he was Centre meters from Tony's face "You know who I am. So you know what I'm capable of".
Tony continued to look at Saleem, trying to not show weakness.
"Do you know how many men I have killed?" Saleem asked as he breathed his smelly breath into Tony's face, making him cringe ever so slightly.
"No" he answered, not really wanting to hear what he was going to say.
"Hundreds" Saleem whispered "And when I find out who you are and why you are here, I'm going to add you to the list".
TBC..
A/N: Sorry it's short, just wanted to get something out. Please review, Haylee!