GUNSHOT ➪ Zayn

fifthy seventh

Chapter 57: Amazon

Alyssa was six feet under, in every sense of the word.
Zayn on his side had somehow kept his promise and was gone. He was hiding in such a prominent place that no one imagined that he could be there.
He picked up his phone and dialed. He could hear the beeps echoing in his left ear.
'Pick up the fucking phone.' he whispered.
'Zayn?' She responded 'what part of zero contact did you not understand?'
'I need a few seconds, okay?' He said.
'What's going on?'
'I've gotten my memory back.' he started.
'Because if the simulation?'
'Yeah.'
'You should have let me tell my dad about the accident; he wouldn't have made you do a simulation.' She uttered.
'It was the only way I could remember.'
'I know, but it could have like side-effects or other bullshit!'
'Selena, will you fucking listen to me?' Zayn yelled.
'What's going on, for god's sake!'
'They're alive, Selena. Both of them.' He started.
'What? No.'
'I know where they are. I mean, where they were three years ago...'
'Zayn fuck, many things can happen in 3 years!' Selena reminded him.
'If something should've happened to them, it already would have! And guess what? That's not the case, okay! So you've got to stop being a pessimist and trust me!'
'Where are they?' she asked.
'Amazon forest. I can't remember where exactly, but I can try to get some information.'
'No. This is my part of the job. You have to stay where you are and pretend that everything is fine as usual, okay. It needs to stay between us.'
They eventually hung up the phone. And Zayn was still confused about all that.

Three years ago, he started investigating his father's disappearance, and he almost solved the mystery; Zayn then got caught up by someone he still didn't know and forgot the existence of what he discovered.
He eventually snatched the phone a second time.
           'Hello?'
'Do you remember our deal?' Zayn asked.
The man on the other end of the line sighed. He knew this moment would come. 
               'What room are you in?'
'Thirty-Fourth.'
'I'll transfer the file in the safe, okay. Now go back to your occupations.'
'Thanks, boss.' Zayn hung up the phone again.
          He felt better. He was relieved. Everything will be fine. He felt it.
           Zayn opened the safe and grabbed the file. He opened it and stayed there the whole day, reading the file over and over again, trying as best he could to put each piece of the puzzle in its original place.

Anna looked at her friend, who had done nothing but turned the spoon of her coffee in all directions.
'Are you gonna tell me what's wrong, or are you trying to find a solution at the bottom of this cup of coffee?' Anna asked.
'I don't even know what's wrong...' she laughed.
'Vic.'
'What if they're dead? Because my employees are just stupid?' Victoria exclaimed.
'Guiltiness? Seriously? Do I have to remind you of what he did to you?' The Mexican geek asserted.
'This is not the point. I don't want any deaths on my consciousness, okay?'
'Vicky, we're talking about Javadd Malik and Alyssa Jonshon; there is no way that they died! Plus, no one found their corpses. They're probably hiding somewhere.'
Victoria nodded; Anna was probably right, as usual, but she had a bad feeling.

Zayn wanted to get a smoke before going back up to see Alyssa.
He had pretty much managed to piece together the puzzle in his head: his father is a captive in the Amazon rainforest, just like Jenifer;
Jenifer, Spoon, and Asim, his father, worked in the same team just like James, Selena, Alyssa, and Zayn.

He went on a mission every two weeks to Miami for work, but no reason for the trip was written in the file.
That said, when he was younger, he remembered that his father was often away on business. He didn't know where Spoon sent his dad.
And most importantly, who was the person he had to find? That he didn't know yet.
Zayn still had a thousand questions running on his brain, but the only thing he could think of right now was finding the smoking room.

The crackling and tinnitus surprised him again. He lost his balance and fell on a door.
It was closed... Each door is supposed to be unlocked.
Zayn grabbed a Swiss Army knife and opened the door; it was just a staircase.
Just a staircase.
Why would the door leading to a staircase be locked?
The guy had a weird feeling: something was wrong. He felt it.
With a hand on his gun, he walked down the stairs and eventually faced another door.
'The fuck?' he whispered.