We're at the back side of our town, some kind of alley it is, it's not that far away so we have to be even more careful, great. Ifan and I are securing this area, making sure no one steps here, the door half way through the wall slide opens.
"There" A man hands me a huge black bag. "Thats it?" I toss it over my shoulder.
"No, there's more" the man signals some other men to move, and a bunch of men follow his lead. "Here, you'll drive" He tosses truck keys over to Ifan.
"What? Why me?" Ifan catches the keys, losing his balance.
"Because you're supposed to. Hurry head to where you've been told, you'll find a disguised container truck, start driving, you'll stop where and when I tell you to."
"Rogar" Ifan winks at him.
I take cover after they leave, behind an ending brick wall from where I can see the container truck from afar, I tie the man laying next to me on the ground, his hands and feet together.
Now you might be wondering how did this happen uhm- long story short we basically kidnapped Erdoğan's men in the process of them fitting the bags inside, Ifan took this man's clothes, so technically he's the personal driver they hired now, on the other hand I'm supposed to keep an eye on them while they reach their destination, subsequently they're supposed to creep up to Erdogan's truck, we know the way they'll be heading, Faisal's high tech people are behind stage, keeping an eye on us through a hidden set of eyes fixed inside their truck. If you didn't get what I'm saying, I'm talking about a camera. Then we'll hijack their truck, move to their truck after unloading and transporting the drugs to our truck. Some of our men will take their truck-
Wow that's a lot of use of the word truck.
Anyway, then we leave it in the river pretending they had an accident, wink wink. Showing in which they lost all their goods, While we take their goods to our place and act all innocent. Simple as that.
I'll be there but not exactly there- my job is adjustable, to keep an eye if something goes wrong or happens to Ifan.
They didn't exactly directly told me that, this is entirely my own doings. A man can never be too sure of somebody. Anything can happen at any moment. Victor only told me to lay back, kidnap, tie and watch, But I'm not more of an 'on watch' guy, I'm more into "watch me" guy, But they don't know that.. yet- right. They only took Ifan as a driver because he knows more about cars, my suspicious is that they only took him because he's navie and would get played by them easily, where as I, won't be. Maybe it's only in my subconsciousness. But it does make sense to me and that's all that matters, As long as it makes sense to me, cause not to brag but I may happen to have a little bit of that spiderman tangling. enough about me, I fix my hair, looking at glass near me, gosh I'm handsome. God really put some extra effort in making me. Moreover, As for now, I can see Ifan getting in. "Good luck buddy." Fingers crossed though, as soon as he starts the engine, I get away to where I have to go, through the door crossing the little rusty room Where we knocked those men out, literally so proud-
I reach the back side where there's a dusty old garage. Don't ask me how I know about this or how I theft the keys, I just did okay! Cough cough- 'chad'
But what can I say, Can't judge a guy who's looking out for himself. I grab the chain that pulls the door upwards as my eyes sweep back and front, I pulled it over my head all the way up till it reaches to the top, I secure it there and vollah! there's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my entire freaking life.
"Harley-Davidson V-Rod heavy bike" I remember my father having one. I fix my helmet, despite it ruining my perfectly set hair, I pull down my helmet glasses, And I'm ready to-
Wait- What the heck?
Its not electric, Mr Fasial seriously needs to upgrade, it's a damn kickstarter. I give it a few kicks to get the engin running. Way to ruin my heroic entry but. "Here goes nothing" I shift my gears and start following the container truck from afar, however they're on the main highway, I move around the half made path that is almost cracked and super bumpy, I slow my speed, keeping a steady and slow foxy eye on em, everything's seems to be working fine as for now, after some while that felt a lot more, they finally reached Erdoğan's container truck, and according to plan, they blocked, hijacked, knocked of their men and switched the goods.
I can't see Ifan anywhere, Good thing They're careful but where is my brother-? Anxiety curling up my sleeve, deep breaths in- deep breaths out.
I see, They're heading out.
I stay where I am, I think I'm overreacting, maybe things won't go south, it should occur to me that maybe for once I don't have to have a backup plan ready to go.
I need a cigarette-
I pull one out of my pocket, as my lips parted, a flash hits the corner of my eye- a red singal-
Dammit-
Ifan's giving me the signal, the signal we planned he'd give via breaklight if he thinks something's off. dammit Ifan. Dammit my gut. I make an unqualified, sudden move to get on main highway, changing my gears as I speed up to cross them behind, in conclusion, once I leave them behind I turnaround back to their direction again- facing upstraight right at them, as we get closer I can see the look on Ifan's face more clearly, trust me buddy I know what I'm doing, they might lose their Shit. The truck tries to slow down and their sudden break makes their truck jerk making the whole truck rotate, in the wrong freaking direction, move! move! move! I try to escape, my wheels get twisted and in an instant I'm on the ground. Ifan tries to balance the truck, it's a rear bumper dangling Precautionsly, but it still clashes onto the sideway while as I, as predicted am stuck under my heavy bike, never thought I'd say this but I think my leg is screwed, my whole bike scratched and dropped down, the container truck's front tires are bumped inside sand, I can smell the burning rubber and oil, and the back tries are still rotating. "move the fuck out of that truck" I yell.
Ifan gets out injured, there's a few, Not that I'm comparing. "What the fuck was that Sam?" Ifan yells, "I'm bleeding" I groan.
"Don't play the victim card with- ew what the- you are bleeding!"
"Shocker right" my words came out all burnt, everything's a blur- what is happening to me-
. . . . . .
"Remember sam, it's always the foe who acts nice"
"Why's that baba?"
"Baba?"
"Baba?.."
Someone splashes water on my face.
"Sam wake up!" My head is spinning, what the hell happend..
accident, truck, Faisal, drugs, Ifan gave me signal.. smell of rubber-
No
No-
Ifan has blocked my bleeding with his torn out sleeves.
"How long have I been out?"
"About 10 to 15 minutes max" no- no no it can't be.
"What?" I saw a suspicious- "The truck's smoking up Ifan" I get closer.
"That's what I was gonna say, It shouldn't be- it didn't hit anything, and the break wasn't that hard either" Ifan examines the truck, he sits next to the left tire. "Tire seems fine, the accident wasn't that bad"
"Are those men still unconscious?" I check through the windows. The Back door unlocks. "Are you okay?" A man walks out, He's struggling to stand on his feet, His head's bleeding. "You fucking piece of shit" the man attacked me out of nowhere grabbing me by my collars, I expected that. the other man punched Ifan when he tried to help me. "Let go of me" I struggle, I swing my feet, but they bearly touched him because of the injury I got, he's too huge, Thew me on the ground, and I hit the back of my head. Should've left the helmet on- I'm trying to get back up when we all hear another truck stopping near us. When I think it can't go any wrong, we all peaked at them, the other man is scowling and still on Ifan, having him stuck beneath his legs, so that he doesn't run away, I mean how can we? Have they seen themselves, literal definition of macho nacho. The symbol on that truck that arrived, is quite literally the same symbol that's on the truck we came in. I knew something was off- Ifan knew something was off. Indeed someone really was off.
I've seen this symbol before. They think we'd come on a mission without doing our studying. It's Erdogan's men. This couldn't possibly mean Faisal played us? Could it? A man got out and stood over me, he'll beat me too, isn't he- I'm coughing blood man just have some mercy for a second. The man puts a bag on my head and throws us in the back of their container truck.
We're being kidnapped.
Talking about things can't go south-
Is it the kidnapping or global warming that is making me mad cause I can literally rip open this cadge. I can't see anything- I kick the door to bang it open.
OUCH!! dumb move- leg was already screwed, I think I might've accidently broken it, too.
Fuck.