Rescue Yssa McFadden

The meeting

Chapter 1

Thunderstorm filled the night. There were flashes of lights and of thunder bolts as if the sky has just poured out its rage to the human race -this was the exact scenario Yssa could ever imagine while clinching her own arms over her knees as tears flowed swiftly down to her rosy cheeks on Saturday afternoon at her deck.

Deck 0930, under Tourist of the MV Navigation heading east, that's where she was, an exact location. She looked furiously on the wall, the same position, as tears fell. She could hear the vessel's noise but she was not thinking about it though. She was filled with no emotion, neither the sign of happiness nor of a gloomy outlook. Just a blank.

"Ticket please," a voice came from a crew asking for her ticket. Without looking the young man, she grabbed a piece of paper from her pocket and slowly gave it to him and said, "You can have it."

This startled the man and wondered. But for the young Yssa McFadden, it was the right thing to do, hoping that someone will come for the rescue.

(Three weeks ago...)

"I'll pull over after this conversation, you put on the phone and do what exactly as I say," the man sitting at the driver's seat was talking to Yssa, who is situated at the passenger's seat next to him and a bit shocked, as he was driving the cab that is not surely his.

"I..." but before Yssa could finish her words, the man pulled over and opened the cab's door saying, "on the phone, and do what I say!" he repeated and left as Yssa was standing while holding the phone with her right fist clinched over her bust and stiffed left hand on her side.

He drove heading north, looked at the side mirror and started to talk to the mouth piece of his earphone, " Now, you head on your north then at the second block you stop at the coffee shop on the right, get inside then sit at the table near the fire exit, then wait."

Yssa could not do otherwise but to follow exactly as what the man was instructing her to do -the man that she had just met for an hour and had brought her several kinds of trouble.

"C-can you just tell me what is just happening r-right now?" she asked courageously but a lil bit stammered.

Wheels screeching and gunshots were coming out from nowhere. "Listen, this is not the right time to explain. We'll talk about that when we meet again." Then he turned to the right alley that seemed to be a one-way alley and stopped at the parking garage of an establishment located to that semi-private place. The origin of gunshots? Found to be lost while tracking him.

"What?" a lil loud voice but she reminded herself quickly about not to panic, "What do you mean when we meet again," this time in a low tone, "I do not want to see you anymore. I had enough. Just go away and leave me alone!" she ordered him over the phone, a lil bit ducked.

Meanwhile, during the conversation, two men with black suits were heading to the coffee shop, on where exactly Yssa was, in a red Porsche.

As the man over the phone walked briskly heading to the second alley, he saw and immediately recognized the red Porsche containing the men and started to give quick instructions, "Ok, I will, but this time you need to stand up young lady and disappear from that area. Use the fire exit on your right then keep on walking we'll meet at the end part." And he hung up.

Yssa liked to protest but she just could not, she bit her lips instead and forcibly grabbed her bag and did what was she had been instructed. As she opened the fire exit, she noticed the Porsche that had stopped right in front of the coffee shop, and instantly recognized it. Her eyes grew bigger and started to get out from there.

Few steps away, Yssa could already see a figure of a good-shaped body of a man, who likely was maintaining a physical program in a body enhancement gymnasium or of a rigid training from a military camp, she just thought.

The man has a military soldier-liked physique, the stature of nobility and an intelligence of a university scholar. Those were the words that our young lady would use if she will be asked about the guy that she had met and dated during her one-month vacation in the City of Venice, Italy.

But she will not do that because in the very first place, he was not her date. She just met him, but they were not actually dating, they were a sort of running. Yes, running from the people that she even doesn't know. And lastly, she was not there for a vacation.

"Ok turn around here at my right and keep moving as if nothing happens," the man said in front of the lady's face. She could feel his heartbeat and smell the fragrance of the man's perfume as he was giving the instructions. She just nodded and did everything he says.

Right now, they are walking normally at the busy street of Venice pretending not to be in a hurry and that no one is looking after them, while the man had observed every detail of the corners of the streets as they heading south. He keenly noticed that in every Calle, a CCTV camera is monitoring the entire street and seemed to be manipulated by someone at the HQ.

As they briskly walked, Yssa felt a lil excitement towards the things that will be happening during the course of their "lil chasing-the-love birds-thing" situation.

What was I thinking! She instantly cuffed her head for thinking such things.

"What happened to you?" the man noticed her action and asked her emotionlessly, in a cold voice and still observing the perimeter while taking lil quick steps away from the area.

"N-nothing. I just thought of the kind of trouble that I'm in to right now. I... I'm just scared." This time, fear could be seen at the young lady's aura as she uttered those words and it was pretty much obvious to the man that she was really scared. In fact, she should not get involve into the troubles that he has, he thought.

From that, the man put his right arm around her and executed a semi-hug figure telling her that she will be alright. Upon feeling the man's body, Yssa is now very certain that he had really undergone a rigid Military training due to strong and thick muscles as if, she has been embraced by an iron man. She was walking right exactly next to him together with the hurried citizens of the city.