Dark roots

Chapter 4

The flight was awkward and silent, all I felt were people staring at me. Feeling very uncomfortable, I kept my gaze at the ground while I picked at my nails, something I always do when I'm nervous. The plane was landing and everybody got up on their feet. The Spanish man, called Alejandro, grabbed the woman's arm and pulled her with him. They took off with her while the man with the mohawk, called Soap, gestured for me to follow him. Unlike with the other woman, they were much nicer to me.

I was brought to a small room which look an interrogation room they have at a police station. I walked around the room for a while, waiting for anyone to come and talk to me or whatever their plans were but nobody came and I was losing my mind. The room was filled with three chairs and a small table which I used to walk around. I heard them lock the door before they left so I knew there was no way out for me.

It took a while before I heard voices outside the room which added to my anxiety, I had no idea who they were or what they wanted from me. All of a sudden the door flies open and the older man with a fishers hat walks in, he had a worried expression on his face. I didn't immediately recognized him but once stopped right next to me and he started speaking, I remembered meeting him back at the cafe in Amsterdam a few days ago.

"Well I totally misjudged you" I said after a feeling of annoyance and disappointment rushed over me.

"I'm sorry you got caught in the middle of all this. Can you tell me what happened, why is the cartel after you?" He handed me a bottle of water and politely gestured me to take a seat.

At first I didn't want to take a seat, I was pissed and wanted some sort of explanation and demand that they'd let me go but I just know that they won't listen anyway. So without saying another word, I took a seat and waiting for him to start talking.

When we talked in Amsterdam, even though it was for a short while, I got this feeling that I could trust him. It was super weird because I never get that feeling around anyone, even around my friends and family I'm always very cautious. So to find out he is the one holding me hostage now, feels like a punch in the gut.

"Please Ashley, I'm trying to help you here. What happened in Amsterdam after I left?" He tried again, patiently waiting for me to explain. I took a minute to think it over but I didn't have a reason not to trust him.

"A little after you left I heard a gunshot and people kept running in panic away from the cafe so the people next to me told me to hide under the table. Which I did but everything happened so fast, I even had my eyes closed most of the time. At least until I heard footsteps making it's way towards me and before I knew it, someone grabbed me and pulled me with him. After that everything went black."

"Do you know what they want from you?" He asked me. My hands were shaking from the nerves and he comforted me by placing his own hand over mine. The warmth of his hand made me calm down a little and I was able to take a deep breath.

"What everybody else wants probably. I told you before, I'm pretty good with computers so I sometimes get paid to do little hacking jobs. Nothing to serious."

"What is nothing to serious?"

"Aren't you a cop? I'm not going to get myself in trouble here."

"I'm not a cop and your not in trouble." He said while letting out a chuckle.

"What are you then?" I had answered his question but I still had no idea who he was, so it was time to know who I'm dealing with.

"I'm captain Price, special forces."

"Uhm okay I feel like that is worse." Taken aback by his answer, I felt like I was in some serious trouble now. But something inside of me also calmed by nerves. They probably also had their own ways of making me talk but at least they wouldn't physically hurt me like those other would, right?