Fighting With Him

Chapter 30

Apparently the new plan is simple, Peters' assured me as much, however, since I have yet to hear it I haven't been able to make up my own mind. I had now been in this hotel room for at least twelve hours and the confinement and the company are starting to drive me crazy; even so my heart rate has decreased dramatically since being told I was going to live.

After Peters' declaration about his change in plans he had disappeared again, leaving me with my three captors, stating that before we could begin here there were a few things and also a few people that he needed. I wondered silently if that meant more kidnapping.

One of the three stooges left to guard me had then turned on the T.V. and dealt out a deck of cards, from then until now I had watched the same loop of stories on the news channel four times; some political stuff, a bombing, a celebrity death and some football results. I could present it myself if someone was to stick a camera in my face. Half way through the fifth loop, whilst I am miming along to the energetic tones of the voiceover, the familiar scraping of the key card in the lock signals Peters' return.

I jump to my feet placing my back to the window, still wary of the mood changes that I witnessed earlier, whilst the other three tidy up the card game and throw away empty crisp packets and coke cans taken from the minibar.

"How is everyone?" Peters breezes into the room all smiles and joyful steps, whatever he has planned has made him cheerful and I'm starting to think maybe I should still be extremely worried. He is followed into the room by a tall older gentleman carrying a briefcase, the man looks around the room before finally settling on the bed to put down his case and to flip open the clasps. I watch him but can't see past the lid to what he his messing with inside. He hasn't even looked at me let alone offered any form of greeting, he is all business which means something is about to happen.

Behind him another male enters the now crowded room shutting the door softly behind him. He is younger than Peters, probably closer to my own age than the Alpha's, and doesn't keep to the same dress code as the older men wearing a simple blue polo shirt and jeans. He does look at me, his gaze seems to sweep the whole of me in seconds and he nods before looking away again, an almost imperceptible gesture whether to himself or me I can't tell. He is pleasant to look at, with a firm jaw, straight nose and deep blue eyes, but his face is too firm, there is no humour or any sign that there has ever been a smile on that face, for one so young to be so serious is almost sad.

"Do I get to know this new plan yet?" I say cutting through the small talk.

"All in good time, allow us a moment to set up first." There are numerous bottles and vials and ominous medical looking equipment pulled out of the one case in a show that Mary Poppins would be proud of. My nerves once again pick up at the sight of it all and my heart thumps against my rib cage, my training long forgotten.

After a short while the elderly gentleman straightens from his task and the room quietens. "Are you ready?" Peters is practically dancing on the spot, the man just nods his head. "Fantastic. Nicholas." The younger man snaps his head up from looking at his shoes.

"Yes Sir?" His voice betrays his looks, the deep tone strips him of some his youthful appearance pushing him towards thirty maybe.

"Do you know your part in this?"