I was put in the black van, my hands tied behind my back. It smelled like leather and gasoline, not like my dad's jeep at all.

Thankfully, they didn't hurt Mrs. Jenkins, they just tied her up. But it was me they wanted. Me, the 'bargaining chip'. I tried to break free, but their knots were too tight.

They drove me to an airport, where a small plane was waiting for us. It almost looked like Uncle Jack's plane, but this one had no color, no personality. It was just a black plane, the type I would picture a bad guy having.

Two of the goons dragged me out of the van and put me inside the plane. Not before they put some duct tape on my mouth, though. I sat in what I think was the cargo hold, the cold metal floor biting into my legs. All I could think about was what my dad said before he left: God is with me no matter what. I hoped that was true. I prayed and felt a little better. But I had to find a way out.

I messed with the rope a little bit.

"Keep still," Murdoc barked, his fake dad voice gone. "I've had enough of your dad's tricks."

I nodded, trying to calm down. I needed to think. What would dad do in this situation? He'd find a way out, obviously. But how?

I felt the plane lift off. My stomach felt funny, I didn't like planes that much.

I kept trying to think of a way out but, eventually, I got tired and passed out.

When I woke up, the plane had landed. Murdoc pulled me to my feet as we got out the plane. It was cold, but I couldn't tell where we were. The air smelled different, not like home. He took me to a place with a bunch of official-like buildings surrounded by some barbed wire. It was like a prison.

Inside, he put me in a cell-like room.

"Here you'll stay," Murdoc said, locking the door behind me with a clank. "Don't bother trying to escape. You won't get far." He then walked away,

I felt a little scared and felt like I was going to cry. But, I shook that off. This was no time to be a wimp, I had to find a way out.

I messed with the ropes one last time. Loose. Good. I wriggled my hands out and ripped the duct tape off my mouth. Ouch!

Now, it was time to find a way out. I looked around for anything that would help me. I saw an old bed in the corner, a sink, and a toilet that I wouldn't touch in a thousand years.

I wouldn't be able to pick the lock by the looks of it. It was too hard, too professional. But I had another idea: a distraction.

I took the old sheets of the bed and turned the bed to its side so it looked like someone was hiding behind it. I then hid in the corner behind the door.

"Hey, Murdoc!" I yelled. "I need to go to the bathroom!"

I knew he'd come, he had to. He would've noticed that I had gotten the duct tape off my mouth.

Sure enough, Murdoc stormed in, his eyes searching the room. "What's the meaning of this?" he snarled.

He then walked towards the bed, thinking I was hiding behind it. This was my chance. I rushed out the open door, dodging the goon who had been left outside. My heart racing, I down the hallway, looking for a way out.

"Get him!" I heard Murdoc yell.

I then heard some guards respond back in a language I've never heard before.

The hallway was long and narrow, with a few doors on each side, all of them closed. I picked a random door and hoped for the best. It turned out to be a storage room filled with crates and boxes. The guards passed by.

I took a deep breath and listened to their footsteps fade away before I started to look around. There had to be something here that could help me. Nope. Just paper. I sighed and decided to keep moving. I looked out the doorway, making sure no one saw me. Then I felt a hand grab my arm. Murdoc. That was dumb, real dumb.

"Found him," Murdoc said, his grip on my arm almost cutting my circulation.

"Watch it." I said, "My arm's going to fall asleep."

He just smirked. Then, a goon came up to him. "The files are gone." he said.

Murdoc looked surprised but something told me he wasn't.

"Perfect timing." he said while looking at me. "Time for you to serve your purpose, boy."

I glared at him and whacked him in the gut with my elbow as hard as I could.

He doubled over, but his grip didn't let go, "You little..."

But he stopped himself and put my arm in the goon's hands, "Take him." Murdoc said to him, "You know what to do." The goon dragged me through the halls and brought me outside. You'll never believe what happened next...