The Guard Job

Chapter 2

Chapter 2
I walked out the worn down apartment building and headed to the grocery store. The sun was out shining down on the rickety road casting glints among it. Not many cars ran down the road. I squint in the sunlight and sweat starts to to form from the heat. By the time I reached the market, I was covered in a thin layer of sweat. I pulled a cart out the messed up bunch and entered. The A/C blew into my face and I breathed a sigh of contentment. Some of the market's lights were flickering. The market was close to empty. There was a few people gathered nearby and the workers stood waiting for someone to checkout.
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I exited the market and the warm air brushed past me. I sigh as the sun beamed down at me. The sky had patches of grey in it. The bags weighed down my arms as I carried them towards the apartment building. Along the way, the sun started to dim and I looked around for cars or at least people. The streets looked vacant, even for this street. I quickened my pace and held onto my clunky wallet. I looked behind me and saw a black car trailing behind. Not thinking much of it, I quickened my pace even more. They are probably just passing by.

Several minutes passed and the car didn't pass by. That's when I heard the car slow down beside me. My breath caught in my throat as I rushed to my apartment. It was only about a block away. My foot crunching on the concrete started making loud noises. The people behind me started scuttling. "Ms. Cadwell! We need to talk with you," the people behind me shouted out. My eyes widened at them calling out my name. I search for possible ways I got in trouble but I came up blank. I finally reached my house and I blew out air to catch my breath. "Ms. Cadwell, we're from Rosette University. We are here to pick you up," I gave them a dumbfounded look.

"How's that possible when you haven't gotten my contract yet?" I say in shock. How would they know? I has barely been a day how'd they get it? Questions filtered my mind as I tried to figure out how they got my answer.

"We are here to recruit you no matter what your choice is," they said with no expression what so ever. I look at them with utter disbelief and mouth agape.

"It says I have a choice. What if I don't want to go?" I say with in a stiff tone. Their backs straighten and their mouths form into something weird.

"Well, Ms. Cadwell, it seems you have already gotten that piece of mail. May we have it?" One of them says. I grimaced and realized what I said. I shake my head and turned on my heel.

"No, I will not be attending this university," I say without a stutter. I walked towards my door and opened it.

"Surely, you will not say such words Ms. Cadwell," the other man said. I turned and lifted a brow.

"We just opened your mailbox and there was this envelope," he held up the envelope and my eyes widened," surely this is the contract and you have signed it. Am I wrong?" He heads smug grin on his face. My hands clenched at my sides and my teeth gritted.

"You can not force me into going anywhere," I forced out. I heard a laugh.

"Ms. Cadwell, that is where you are wrong. You see, we are a governmental university with high people of high skills. We have the ability to do anything a normal person isn't able to do," one of the men said as he pulled arms behind himself.

"If you're so high skilled, why don't I see my parents back by now? I see that you guys quit the case and it was two years after. I waited that long only to hear that you couldn't do anything. Can you explain that?" I said in a rough tone. One of their's jaws clenched and they charged.

"Help me!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. One of their hands cupped over my face as I struggled but their grip was in a tight lock. They opened the car and threw me in. They pushed my hands back and tied it. I twisted and turned as sweat coated my face once more. I stayed silent as I watched us enter the main road. I felt a bulk in my pants and remembered it had a pocket knife in it. I, slowly, slid the knife out and opened it as carefully as I can. I bent my hand so it went in a ninety degree angle and started rubbing the sharp part on the rope. The car was long and silent.