She was in her room, reading a book on the king-sized bed. Peering through the wall, I could see that it was just she, alone. Now was the perfect time. I let out a breath and slowly pressed a button then dragged a small lever on my arm gadget. My acute ears could hear a hissing noise of the gas escaping into the quiet room.
My nose picked up the slight sent of the gas. It seemed that the girl notice a change in the smell around her, too. She glanced around the empty room. Eventually, the girl turned back to her book. The effect would start in a little bit. Though it was dark out, I was nervous that people would see my hover-cycle on the roof of the large house.
I calmed myself and used up the last bit of my patients. Mercenary business was quite addictive to me. All I had to do was bring this teen girl unconscious, to a certain meeting place then collect my reward. Quite simple, right? It should be easy.
I don’t know whom I am working for but it doesn’t matter to me. All I know about the job is the girl’s name, her house address, where to take her and how much I would get paid. That was good enough for me. Thinking over the operation, I watched the girl’s head.
Her eyes first started to droop and then her head. That was my cue. Walking right through the wall, I regained my position in her room. I was a little early because she was awake enough to hear my entrance. She turned and gave me a very funny, sleepy look. It was adorable.
Grinning, I watched her eyes close as she melted onto the soft covering on the bed. She was out. I stopped the gas on my homemade gadget and bent to pick her up. Easily picking her skinny, small frame, I lifted her onto my back. Before I left, I glanced at the book she was reading. Sherlock Holmes. Not bad. I like to read, myself.
Walking back through the wall with the teen resting easily on my back, I completed my work here. I jumped onto the high roof, and climbed on my precious hover-cycle. I rested the girl behind me and strapped her in. The machine started up in silence and I drove away in the dark.
My cycle was fast and so were my eyes. The way I took involved lots of trees and the occasional town. I dodged buildings and tree a plenty. As well as cars. The girl’s head was resting on my shoulder. I drove for a while until I arrived at the meeting place. It was in the middle of a town.
The building was large and abandoned. I found a large open garage area underneath the building. It was closed with wire fences and chains and locks. I easily drove the cycle strait through them. I would have done the same thing for the trees, but I can’t pass through living objects. For example, people. And trees.
Dismounting from my cycle, I forgot to grab the girl so she didn’t fall. She slumped to the ground and I laughed at myself for my forgetfulness. The girl looked quite funny when she slept. I couldn’t possibly imagine what they would need her for. I don’t even know who they are.
Checking the time on my multiuse watch, I still had a few minutes to wait. I picked up the girl again. Crossing the empty building, I set her gently down with her back to the wall. I stood in front of her a few steps away and watched her sleeping form. Her hair was long and brown with highlights but tied up into a ponytail.
She looked a little like my sister. I shook that thought out of my head when I heard a voice, “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” I turned to see a shadow standing by an open doorway. “Are you here for the pickup?” I asked. The figure came closer but still managed to stay in the dark. I couldn’t make him out.
I turned back to the girl and gazed at her soft face. “Pretty, ain’t she?” the man asked with a mean snarl. Looking back to the man, I said, “Do you have the loot?” I changed the subject on purpose. I was ready to go. The man laughed and stepped forward.
He had long black hair that reached his shoulders and wore a flowing black cape. All of his visible clothes were black as well. His face was scruffy and had many scars. I could see a holster for a gun and it was full. The man carried a black bag about the size of a breadbox.
He threw the bag at me and walked towards the girl. I wouldn’t expect an answer but I wanted to ask anyway, “Do you know what they are going to do with her? She seemed to be living a pretty happy life.” I reached for the bag and opened it up. It seemed to be all there. I didn’t bother to touch it.
“How long will she be out?” the dark man asked. He more like stated it, actually. But I knew what he meant, “About an hour left, I would say.” Looks like I didn’t get my answer, after all. I only felt the tiniest bit bad for her. The man picked her up and put her on his shoulder. Her head was limp and it didn’t look quite right.
I just stood there, staring and thinking. Then, to my surprise the man said, “I heard something about a lost daughter and water. Don’t you know not to ask those kind of questions?” Then he was gone. I was startled. Darn. Now, I will never be able to get that one girl out of my head. That is why you don’t ask those questions.
This was one of the strangest missions I have ever done. The girl abduction was nothing unfamiliar, but the pickup was. At least I now had something to take home to my sister. She hasn’t been doing the greatest. Like always. But if I take her to a hospital, they will take her away from me.
That can’t happen. I would die if that were ever to take place.
Re-mounting my hover-cycle, I rested the black bag behind me. I kicked all thought of the girl out of my head and drove away form this miserable building. It was worse than the one we lived in. Ours was more cozy and warm.
Driving back home took about an hour. I didn’t want to work close to home. I came upon a gas station in the middle of nowhere. Parking outside the parking lot, in the dark, I grabbed a few bills out of the bag and walked into the small building, actually using the glass door.
I was the only one there besides the cashier but he was reading the newspaper. I grabbed a gallon of milk, 4 ready sandwiches from the cooler and a box of donuts. That was good for now. I set everything on the checkout. While the man checked my stuff, I grabbed a sudoku book for my sister.
He handed me the paper bag full of my purchases and I paid him. As I grabbed the bag with both my arms, I barely heard him casually say, “She’s not there, just to let you know.” I peered behind the large bag and said, “What?” There was no one there. The man had just disappeared.
I was freaked out. That rarely ever happens to me. It probably rarely happens to ANYONE. Whom did he mean? Who was not there? The question troubled me all the way to home. Something was making me very, very nervous. My heart was beating too quickly.
Grabbing both my bag of money and the grocery bag, I didn’t bother to hide my cycle. I ran up the twelve flights of stairs without stopping once. Something was wrong. I could see it start to rain outside where there were no walls in the old, abandoned building. When I reached the last floor, I ran to the back room.
The moneybag and groceries dropped and milk went all over the floor. Her bed was empty. Marina was gone. Tears burst from my eyes and I yelled out loud. Marina’s bed was too neatly made and there was a piece of paper tucked into the fold of the sheet. I grabbed it.
Trying to focus through my tears, I gulped down my screaming. Breathing heavily, I read the scrawled handwriting. After reading it again and again, I shoved it into my pocket and ran all way back down the stairs. There was nothing for me here anymore. I had to leave.
I had to find my sister.
Getting back onto my cycle in the rain, I zoomed away as fast as I could. The rain pelted my face and soaked my clothes. But I didn’t care. I had to find Marina. I would do nothing else until I found her. She was all I ever had and ever cared for.
To be continued…
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