The night was cold, clouds were angry, the sky was dark, but the city was lit. Traffic was still flowing like water in a moving river, and so was the rain on the streets. Music was blasting from the speakers of people dancing on the streets despite the condition of the weather.
Everywhere was jubilant except for the van. The van was quiet and had a poor atmosphere. It seemed new, which might have meant either two things, one : the organization these men work for might be financially stable, two : or this is a hot car that was bought just for kidnapping me.
Whichever one it was didn't really matter to me, because I knew I had my ability to get out of any situation I want, and escape whenever I wanted to, but I didn't escape because I still wanted to find out who these guys worked for and why they were all so invested in finding and kidnapping me.
There were three other men in the van and a German Shepherd, sitting calmly to the right of me, possibly sleeping.
The dog seemed aggressive but trained.
The three men in the car were all young, seemed to be all under the age of 30 and looked like they didn't even know what they wanted to do with their lives yet. I patiently sat on the chair for a little while, before finally deciding to ask them why they kidnapped me.
I looked around a little then said…..
"Yo fuckers!, how y'all feeling today?"
"You know what? You don't really have to answer that, because it's clear that you are only allowed to answer to direct authority.",
"Yo! can you just shut up back there!?" the driver asked.
"Bravo!!, there you go!, you finally have a mind of your own now " I replied while celebrating in my head.
We then made eye contact through the rear view mirror which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
"Peter, can you just stop talking to the captive and and focus on getting us to where we gotta fucking go?"
"Hey watch the way you're talking to me man?"
"Or else?" said Peter while slightly raising his right eyebrow, and said
"You wouldn't want to find out"
He turned around and looked Peter in the eyes and said…..
"I'm pretty sure I do Jonathan",
"Alright break it up you two", said the third man who was sitting behind the driver's seat
His tone made it seem like that wasn't the first time those two had a confrontation of that sort before. It made me wonder how they were still a team after that kind of toxic relationship.
The two men then faced their fronts and appeared to even forget anything even happened.
"Let's just focus on the mission", said Peter in a neutral tone.
"Yeah, then we should probably go get some pizza after that and play some GTA", Jonathan added.
"Yeah!!, get ready to get your ass whooped" said the man from behind the driver's seat.
Jonathan chuckled while shaking his head and said…..
"Excuse me?, I KNOW you didn't just tell me to get ready for an ass whooping".
They all laughed, then the van went silent.
Then out of nowhere, a cell phone started ringing from someone's pocket, and it sounded like it was coming from the front. The phone rang for about 4 seconds, then Jonathan reached into his pocket and pulled out his iphone and read who it was. As soon as he saw who it was, he showed Peter and they both looked at each other in fear.
It wasn't long before I knew that that was their boss and that they had to answer that phone right away.
Jonathan answered the phone and looked back at the man from the back seat and nodded his head.
"Hello?" a man's voice said from the other side of the phone.
His voice was deep and intimidating and sounded like he had just been through hell and back.
"Hello!!?" the man said again.
"Y-yeah Hello", Jonathan answered.
"Is this number seven?" the man asked.
"Yes Sir",
"Do you have the package?"
"Yes sir the package is secure.",
"How's the package's general attitude towards the mission?"
"HE has a surprisingly calm and composed attitude compared to other packages",
A soon as he said that, he realized that he had practically fucked up his life. The other two men slapped their foreheads in embarrassment.
"What - did you just say number seven?",
"Forgive me sir!, I swear that it will never repeat itself again, I promise",
"I'm sorry number seven but, I don't accept promises," the man said.
"Or as a matter of fact, I will now, I will choose mercy this time, but if you ever break protocol ever again then you know the consequences.",
Jonathan was sweating and looked like he knew what was coming for him.
As soon as the man hung up the phone, Jonathan exhaled in relief. He then turned around and looked straight at me, so I looked right at him too. I wondered what kind of punishment was coming for him if he hadn't begged the man to choose mercy, because he seemed pretty shaken after that phone call.
Peter and the man from the back seat looked at each other in surprise. Then Peter looked back and said,
"Yo that was close dawg",
"I know right?" Jonathan replied.
"I just hope we are able to complete the rest of the mission without any obstacles", Jonathan said.
"Don't worry, we got this man".
"Guys!, we're here", Peter said.
I couldn't really see anything outside of the van due to the fact that there weren't any windows in the back part of the van, but at least I knew that we had made a hard right as soon as Peter finished telling us that we were finally there. If only I knew what city I was in, it could probably help me figure out a way to escape this place. At this point I am wondering if I should take off as soon as I get down or to just wait and see what this place even is. Whichever one I picked I was fine with, so I'd rather just find out who the boss is around here. The men got down and walked over to my side of the van, opened the door, handcuffed me and closed the door. Jonathan went back into the car and rolled down the window. He was probably just scared to go back into the building to avoid persecution or something, so he looked at me, nodded and said…..
"Good luck"
I nodded back and said….
"You too man"
I then looked at one of the buildings that were in front of me, and damn were they huge!, it looked like one of those big old companies that have been established since the 1800's or something. I wondered how these men ended up working there in the first place.
There were at least 6 buildings lined up horizontally which were all at least as big as the Chase tower in Chicago, which is 60 storeys tall. There were so many cars in each of the parking lots, that I wondered how so many people could even fit into the buildings.
We kept walking until we reached the gate on the 3rd building which was heavily guarded by armed men in uniform and a few canines. There was a box made of glass that was occupied by 3 guards and a device to scan entrance cards and another to scan people's eyes. Even though I should be upset about being here right now, I kind of feel intrigued by all the futuristic movie vibes this place was giving me. One of the guards from behind the glass pressed a button and we could hear everything that was happening in the box.
"ENT- Cards please?" the guard asked Peter and the man from behind the driver seat.
They then both reached into their pockets and pulled out two transparent cards and handed it to the guard, who then scanned it on the scanning device and gave it back to them.
The guard seemed a little older than the guys from the van. His uniform was a red shirt and black work pants, with a waist band full of all sorts of weapons and tasers and shit.
"You're free to go", the man said.
He then pushed a button that opened the gate. As soon as we walked into the facility I couldn't believe my eyes, I just hoped my eyes were deceiving me, because this can't possibly be true. My best friend Mickey was right there standing in front of me out here in Canada. We're both from Atlanta, Georgia, I just got kidnapped and he's right here in front of me at ease. I then knew exactly what was going on there. My best friend works for these guys. That made me mad, that made me want to watch his soul slowly leave his body.
"I can't believe you man, j-just why?"
"Hello Kai Zaheer it's a pleasure to finally meet you", he said in a robotic voice.
"Mickey?" Is that really you?" I asked in skepticism.
"No Kai Zaheer I am an Artificial Intelligence robot designed to look just like your best friend Mickey Jackson",
"What the fuck is wrong with this creepy place, and where the fuck is Mickey?",
"You don't have to worry about him anymore", The AI replied.
"Meaning?" I asked
"Meaning that as soon as my creators successfully made me, they also successfully got rid of your best friend Mickey",
"Where the fuck is my friend you son of a bitch!!!?" I said as I was running towards the AI.
Then suddenly, I felt something hit the side of my neck, something sharp and light. As soon as I touched it I knew exactly what it was. I felt my muscles weaken, my eyes get tired and my legs wobble.
As soon as my body fell to the ground paramedics came to pick me up on a stretcher and took me into the building. Peter waved in remorse as soon as they took off with my unconscious body. Then he looked at the other man and said….
"I just hope he makes it through the first month"
"Yeah so do I man, so do I".