Ace of Spades

Chapter Three

"The world will ask you who you are and if you don't know,the world will tell you"-Carl Jung

Stallion

At exactly five am...I was woken up from my little slumber..my whole body felt sore and numb,no surprise there.
I cleaned up and was on a car to the airport accompanied by four officers,they didn't even tell me their names...

I stared out the window of the massive car we had gotten into and let all the events of late yesterday flood in...I don't think I am sober. To be honest, I think I am really drunk. I was literally kidnapped and possibly almost sex trafficked,now I am about to get on a plan to freaking America.

Hopefully,wherever they are taking me isn't some weird government camp for crime witnesses with the cliche all white uniforms and rooms-or was that an asylum?Whatever,you get the memo.

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A plane flight for the first time isn't as
adventurous as other people make it.It literally just made me feel sick the whole time-about ten to twelve hours,not that it even matters(sarcasm very much intended)-and now I am jet lagged.

Now on a high way to God knows where with police officers who apparently don't speak,when you are jet lagged, is boring and infuriating.Especially when they won't even tell you where you are headed.
"So,are you also paid to keep frowns on your face or is it a self imposed thing?" I tried.Sadly,the only bit of attention I could get was a glare. I did my best,silence it is then.You win cops,you win.

When the car finally pulled over,I was relieved,but my dread and fear for the unknown over powered it.I mean,I can't be blamed. I just left my home,friends and practically my whole life just so I could protect the said life from people I knew nothing about.

The building before me is a typical modern formal skyscraper.It resembles those kinds of buildings you only read about or watch on TV.London has fairly tall buildings,but more inclined on the royalty ancient side than modern. But thats only in the part of London I lived in.

New York isn't particularly ancient,not in any sense,in fact its about the most modern place I have ever laid my eyes on.My eyes wondered everywhere possible,even as we passed through the glass double doors,the beautiful lobby and stainless steel elevator,I just couldn't stop looking -
"You must be Stallion Mc'grain,my name is Conrad Miller,pleasure to meet you." My straying thoughts were interrupted by a mean looking man in a suit.He looks to be a little over,say,fifty and is quite good looking.His demeanor expelled confidence,authority and maybe a tiny winny bit of calmness,if he smiled a little that is.

"Hi,Mr Miller,nice to meet you too I guess?..Are you the person thats going to tell me what is going on? Because I will have you know that I am tired,scared and confused. And coming here doesn't make anything better.The officer back in London said things would be better once I was here." I exhaled. "Very well then,come with me. We have alot to talk about Miss Mc'grain." Mr Miller calmly responded to my unintended rumble.

He led me through a series of doors,hallways even another elevator at some point until we were in a computer like room.It looked like a general computer room but with plush sofas here and there and a homey touch to it,it felt quite comfortable actually.Its homey-ness singlehandedly managed to calm my erratic breathing to some level of normalcy.

"Please seat." Mr Miller offered. "Thank you,now,what's going on?".
"I will be very open and blunt with you Miss Mc'grain-
"Just Stallion please or Stahh or Ally?" -Stallion,I work under the American Interpol. I am not a direct agent or even a cop but my field of expertise is directly in line with all security proceedings related to Interpol. You should be aware that you now belong to our government and will be solely under our protection.I firmly suggest that you cooperate,this intern will make it easier for us to do our jobs.Fill this in and we will proceed with-