Erin and Jay

Daisies

Hour 00:00
"Alright, time to get a new employer" Erin whispered under her breath in the hope it would suite her nerves. She had been waiting under the scorching sun for an hour, was the intel fake? 
The heath of the desert was making her breath heavily. The picture of her loved ones occupied her thoughts in between rehearsing the plan- she knew every detail now. She always knew the risks of her job, somehow she felt immune to them. At the begging she didn't really care, she had nothing to lose. The worst part was disappointing Hank. Replaying those last moments with her family felt more real now. It was more than her life at stake, it was the soldiers and it was Jay's life. How silly that fight felt now. She didn't permit herself to think about him for the longest time, it had been years, but she remembered it like it was yesterday. His soft hands on her cheek, not being able to look him in the eyes, fighting back the tears. He freed her. He gave her a chance to run away from everything. Leave the past behind.

A four-wheels approached from the distance forming a fog of sand behind it. That was it. She fixated her belt, and raised her automatic to the air. Only a couple of minutes later, the car hit the breaks and a few young men approached her with long guns. "I want to speak to Corres, I am a coyote". The guys took her gun away and took her arm and forcefully brought her to the hood throwing her against it with effort. "I could take two of them if the other two are on the other side of the car" Erin thought "They are small enough. If I close the distance, the guns would be as useful as a branch". 
One of the guy with a heavy accent approached her: "what do you want" 
"Drez sent me" The guys looked at each other with hesitation and moved away to chat. The driver was admiring her gun, if she could read her facial expressions, this would be the time to strike. Before she could make a decision, the shorter one of the two run towards her, his face almost entirely covered by a clothed mask, either to defend from the sun, or from her sniper across the valley. 
He put his gun on her head. She hesitated. One signal, and he would be dead. She wondered thought why would he not have shot her from distance? The other one came running and hit her in the back of her knees, making her bow to the ground. He then proceeded to put a cloth over her eyes and forcefully brought her in the car. 
It had taken her two thousands eight hundreds and two "Mississippi's" to the moment the car parked. Still, no unfolding.
She was brought inside a large area, she could hear echoes of her booths, turn right, door. Steps. Turn right, stop. Noise from below. She was going in an underground hole, with a locked door. She could hear singing, whispering. Metal hitting metal. Then she heard a voice, barely breathing, coughing, in pain: "There is - agh agh coughing- a flower-  agh agh- my heart" Then a voice yelling: "Cállate!! CállATE!!!" 
She made a quick left turn, still blind, she purposely stanped on her own foot, falling to the right, feeling the wall, then to the left, where she felt the man holding her hitting another wall. "Ouch." She faked. "oye!" the young man exclaimed. 
"Narrow hallway" she thought, at lest 20 steps so far. She continued walking, the area was very humid. Eventually she heard a cell opening and she was tossed in. The cell closed behind her.
The men exchanged a couple of words and left down the same path. "probably one way hallway" she continued taking notes.
She waited a long time before she started talking "is anyone here? Can anyone hear me?" no answer. She sat by the wall and moved her tight up arms from her back, all the way to the front, clasping her knees together. Once she got her arms in front of her, she removed her blindfold.
An empty cell.
She untied her arms, poorly tight, she noted, with her teeth. 
She thought about the sounds she heard and tried to make some sense in it. Did someone recognize her? Were they singing to her? Or where they just delirious?"
Time went by and she lost track of how long exactly had it been. She started feeling hungry, but most importantly, it was the thirst that was killing her. The night came settling in at that point, she found a corner to lay down. She pretended to be asleep while men came back to drop off water for her, fully masked, no way to identify her. She didn't sleep, but what woke her up was the sound echoing in the distance: " Daisy, Daisy" - coughing- " planted one day by glancing dart" - coughing. 

She recognized that song. 

The voice in the distance continued: "There is a flower in my heart"- coughing, badly. Another voice echoed "Daisy, Daisy". Cell door slamming. Gun shots. Silence.

Her hearth throbbed.