The Cabrilla Incident

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When she was a teenager, Laura Townsend accidentally witnessed a murder. Now, four years later, the gang that abducted her is on a mission in Italy. Their goal? Hold the president's daughter hostage until the president surrenders all control to them. Ridiculous, right? Laura seems to think so, too...

Submitted: June 15, 2017

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 “Laura, if you don’t kill Martin, you’ll be the next to go.”

Jay stared at me with those cool, beady black eyes of his, no emotion coming through.

How was I supposed to tell the most intimidating person in my life that I had fallen for Martin? If only I hadn’t screwed up and made one bad decision in high school that forced me into this dead end hell hole.

“Don’t walk in the forest at night, Laura. You might never come out.”

Well if it wasn’t too late for that advice. How was rebellious Laura supposed to know that in doing so she would witness a gang of murderers in the act and be abducted?

“Laura!” Jay snapped his finger in my face. “Are you even paying attention?”

I nodded. “Of course, Jay. I’ll figure it out.”

“You better. We meet at Duomo di Napoli at six. I expect the job will be done by then.”

I gulped. One hour.

“Yes, Jay,” I replied as he marched away.

We meet at Duomo di Napoli at six,” Abi mocked behind me, imitating Jay’s thick Italian accent.

“Shh!” I scolded, glancing back. “He might still be within earshot.”

“Oh come on, Laur,” she smirked, flipping her golden hair over her shoulder. “Live a little.”

For someone who had only just turned sixteen she sure had more bravery than my twenty-year-old self. Maybe she had just become numb to all the threats from being abducted at such a young age.

“Anyways,” Abi was still chattering when I re-focused, “Whatever Jay wants can surely wait. You want to come for a few drinks with me?”

“Abi, you’re under age.”

“So?” Abi was already grabbing my wrist to drag me around.

I knew my sobriety was screwed when I met her.

“Abs,” I stopped her, pulling my wrist away. “As much as I would love to get drunk with you and later have Jay yell at us, the job he gave me is really important. I have to go.”

I spun around before she could give me her pouty face.

I guess it’s time to find Martin.

It wasn’t going to be an easy task either. The streets of Naples were bustling with people, and my cover didn’t exactly allow for me to look like a tacky tourist. Floral dress, bright flats. Not a camera or backpack in sight. No one was going to offer me help, and considering I hadn’t picked up any Italian, I wasn’t about to go looking for it either. The cobblestone streets were hard to navigate with my shaky legs and every corner I turned had a new vender shouting out some form of advertisement. Not even the thick smell of pizza that hung in the air could help me through my panic.

Something glinted beside me, catching my eye.

It was a window into one of the restaurants, jam-packed with all sorts of people twirling forks and knives.

I turned to leave, only to stop dead in my tracks when I caught a glimpse of myself.

My pupils were so wide I could no longer tell where black ended and blue began, not to mention, my hair looked like it had just been through a walk-in dryer.

I look like a walking anxiety attack! I realized, looking on in horror at my washed out face.

“Hey beautiful,” a voice whispered in my ear.

I glanced up, only to find an abyss of brown looking down at me.

Martin.

“Care to join me?” he asked, motioning inside the restaurant.

I must’ve zoned out, because the next thing I knew, we were sitting down and Martin was ordering some wine.

“So, are you ready for the mission?” he asked.

I froze. How does he know? I thought I was still somewhat keeping it together!

He peered at me.

“The mission. You know, at Duomo di Napoli?”

“Oh,” I sighed with relief. “Of course. Steal the president’s daughter and blackmail him for power.”

Yes, this was the ridiculous shit my lunatic associates thought would work out.

“Don’t forget her mother will be there,” he reminded me.

I wasn’t listening. I was too busy thinking about Jay’s mission for me. We needed all the people we had for the kidnapping, and Martin was Jay’s right hand man.

I must’ve screwed up bad if he wants Martin dead for my mistakes.

“What will you have to eat?” the waitress asked us.

At least, I think that’s what she said. I couldn’t tell with her broken English. She must’ve been new.  

Martin looked at me expectantly.

“I’m going to head out,” I addressed Martin. “It’s almost five.”

Thank goodness I did, because I just barely made it to the church in time.

I noted the approving, yet shocked look Jay gave when he saw Martin was not in sight. Only for him to give me a death glare a minute later when Martin arrived and apologized for his tardiness.

“Okay, so let’s go over the plan,” Jay muttered, surprisingly letting me off the hook for the time being. “Laura, you and Martin are going to go in. Martin, you distract the mother; Laura, you take the kid.”

I nodded. Why is he letting me go? I didn’t obey orders.

“Italy will be ours,” Martin affirmed.

I couldn’t say no, so instead I followed Martin inside.

“There,” he murmured, pointing to the mother-daughter duo walking to the front.

I nodded, making my way towards the pair, only to see him slip outside.

What on Earth is going on?

Suddenly, I saw a flash of light in front of the entry.

“Watch out!” I cried, tackling the First Daughter to the ground.

BOOM!

The heat hit my back hard as I desperately scrambled to shield the toddler.

I sure hoped Naples had another church, because Jay thoroughly destroyed this one.

When I dared to glance around at the rubble, ash and smoke greeted me. I couldn’t even see any other bodies; they had all been buried in the rubble. I glanced to my left. I didn’t even need to see the mother’s face to know she was gone. The muffled crying underneath me, however, confirmed that there was at least one more survivor.

“Hand her over Laura,” Jay demanded, standing over me.

“Why would you do that to me?” I demanded, getting up and holding the wailing two-year-old in my arms.

Jay smirked. “I knew you weren’t loyal. You couldn’t kill Martin. You let your feelings get in the way.”

I gasped. “You knew we were a thing?”

“You think we were a thing,” Martin contradicted. “I just did what Jay told me to. He knew you’d never be one of us. He just needed to prove it. Give him the baby.”

I could see they had Abi lingering behind them, motioning to me that she had a gun.

“I’m not giving you this baby,” I stated firmly. Jay was not going to destroy more lives today. Death had not been part of the plan. Then again, anything was possible with these lunatics.

Jay motioned to Martin and the two started to move towards me. Suddenly, Abi had her gun out, pointed directly at them.

“She said she’s keeping her,” she snarled. “And if you don’t let us go, I will personally instruct the sketch artists and have your faces pinned all over the country within the hour.”

Of course she was bluffing. We couldn’t afford to have the authorities questioning our involvement in the attack. Especially not as young, illegal citizens.

Yet they bought it.

“We can’t win this,” Martin called to Jay as they began to back away.

“We’ll surrender this time,” Jay agreed. “But we’ll be back.”

As soon as they left, I collapsed to my knees.

“So, what’s the plan?” Abi asked. “Are we returning her? We could probably leave her in a populated area. Tip off the police maybe?”

I shook my head. Every man, woman and child in Naples was on high alert. There may already be a witness testimony saying how they had spotted four strangers outside the church before it blew up. Hell, maybe Jay and Martin had wised up and pinned the whole thing on Abi and I.

I knew I couldn’t leave any traces of my presence at the scene, but… me, a mother? How on Earth am I supposed to parent this motherless Italian child?

“Come on,” Abi offered me a hand sympathetically, dropping the subject. “I’ll buy you a drink.”

For once, I didn’t refuse.


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