Cryptic world

The T word

The sudden gust of wind forced Emille to wake up. He couldn't stand or move and immediately recognised the feeling of being tied up as it had happened to him a pile of times in the past.

He wasn't in the oasis anymore he was sitting on rock leaning against rock and staring out at gross green water. He looked around. Cage stood only a few metres away. He knew he couldn't trust cage. There was always catch with good people, everytime. He saw a helitank turn the canyon corner. The search lights were instantly drawn to Emille. The helitank veered to its right before two long black skis emerged from the bottom. It descended towards the water as glided down still with propeller in their beats.

Small life rafts were thrown into the water and soldiers jumped in slowly making their way to the shores edge. As they made it the soldiers all stepped out. One of them was Emilles height but much older. He had grey short hair and a grey bushy moustache.

"Ah cage so glad you lured this scum back to us." He sneered in a deep voice. Cage chuckled a bit and crossed his arms, shifting his weight.

"Well mate I wouldn't let a killer like him on the loose." Cage smiled glancing to Emille and giving him a wink. Then it clicked in Emilles mind what was happening. These soldiers were dumb enough to think cage had faked being Emilles friend.

"Well load him into the rafts!" The older soldier yelled out. The other soldiers swarmed around Emille pushing him into a raft and returning to the helitank. The water was scary, very scary. It was across between a brown and green and it was littered. Who knows what lurked beneath. Emille stepped into the helitank and sat down.

Cage sat down beside him and so the other soldiers all began to take their seats. The helitank lifted off the water and Emille felt it to forward.

"Your a genius." Emille whispered without moving.

"I know mate." Cage very quietly replied.

"Mind passing me a gun I haven't held one in a while." Cage said to a soldier sitting across from him. The soldier looked at his gun and tossed it to cage. These soldiers or officers or whatever they were didn't have armour. They wore blue suits like a police officer. Their weapons were basic and not the normal weapons Emille had used at the facility. They had seemingly taken a step back in technology.

Cage looked to an attachment on the side of the gun and attached the small silencer. He raised it up to his nose ad looked through the scope.

"Hey don't aim that thing at us." The officer across from cage joked holding out a hand.

"I wouldn't shoot anyone." Cage smiled and brought the gun back down, but raised it back up in what was like a split second. Before the officer even realised it he was dead. Cage got up shooting the rest of the soldiers who didn't quite grasp what had happened till it was over. "Oops." He said sarcastically.

"Okay nice job fancy pants." Emille said. "now untie me." Emille held up his wrists.

"No." Cage replied.

No? Had he just shot those officers for nothing? Emille didn't know what to think of that answer. He raised an eye brow in confusion.

"Why not?"

Cage began pacing back and forth.

"I've saved your life a few times now and I just did again, do you trust me yet?" Cage asked then Emille understood. He wasn't going to get untied till he told cage he trusted him. I guess he's right Emille thought. He has killed other officers to let him escape now and he had saved his life numerous times.

"Yes." Emille nodded his head a couple times.

"Good!" The accent came out strong. Cages face lit up like he had never had someone trust him before. He pulled a knife out of his pocket and with a quick hard swing slashed the metal bonds in two.

"Ill go talk to the pilots." Cage said sarcastically reloading the gun.