Saving Khloe - PUBLISHED

Chapter 4

Chapter Four 

Logan Novak 

"General, are you seeing this?" I spoke into the microphone. I felt the presence of my squad members as they looked at the face of the man we'd just killed.

"Not clearly. Who is this?" His voice came through the device.

"Dave Sanchez," I answered. I heard his gasp via my ear piece. Surprise could barely explain what I or anyone else felt at the moment. In all the preparation to rescue the general's daughter, I'd never thought about meeting one of America's most wanted men on the rescue mission. Actually, we had no idea whom we would've encountered. It was like a blind-date, but with violence, and no actual date. A blind-mission.

This had always been a life and death situation.

Looking at the face of one of the most dangerous men I knew, I snorted. He would've gotten away with this. We would have never found him if they hadn't sent the video. I paused for a moment to congratulate him on a job well done. However, as I thought about it, I questioned his motives. Did he purposely send that video- wanting to get caught, or did he expect the general to show up instead, unarmed and ready to die? Kidnapping the general's daughter meant he'd taken his hatred towards the man on a personal level.

He'd decided to blow his cover after years in hiding, tainted by his hatred for a man that only cared about people's safety. Thinking about this however, I realize that people do terrible things because of their hatred for others. Our hatred has caused us to hurt, kill, and betray others. Yet, it's human-nature.

Furthermore, how had he kept a low profile all these years with this level of stupidity? But, these men- these criminals- were impossible to understand.

General Anderson's voice broke me out of my reverie. "I.D the others. We need to know whether or not there were others with him on this." I nodded towards two members of the team to I.D the others, and they left, going in the direction of the front-yard where we'd killed the others. "Where is my daughter?" His voice comes on the line moments later, and I realize that we haven't exactly completed the rescue mission. Our reason for being here still wasn't completely free.

What if there was another man we hadn't detected? He would've shot her already, though. Criminals normally shot the hostage and themselves if they knew they wouldn't make it out alive. Shaking my head, I refused to believe my thoughts. The satellite had detected six men and they were already dead.

I heard the rattling of a doorknob, and turning around, I noticed Chris trying to open the door. With all the deadbolts for locks, I knew we would either have to shoot down the door or plant an explosive. We had no other tools to take down the door, and still no idea how far she's located from the door. We couldn't do anything that could possibly harm her.

Moving towards the body of Dave Sanchez, I searched his pockets for the keys. Finding the bunch, I moved towards the door, trying different locks. When finally, the door opened, I noticed a dark room. Not an ounce of light flooded from any part of the house. Using my flashlight, I searched until I found a switch. Fortunately, it was for a bulb hanging from the ceiling, and it was well on its way to possibly cause an electrical shock throughout the building.

Looking around the room, I noticed horrible paint on the walls, and the uneven cemented floor. When finally my gaze stumbled upon a figure on a mattress, I sighed in relief. By the brown hair, I knew this was Khloe Anderson. However, she was blindfolded, with both her hands and feet tied.

Chris and I rushed to her, using our knives to cut the ropes that are tying her hands and feet. Feeling her new sense of freedom, she sat up, pulling away the blindfold, and looking at us in confusion. I'm not able to see her so clearly from the terrible lighting, however, I can tell that she hasn't had a shower in a while. Have they even been feeding her? She's been here for almost three days- 66 hours to be exact. Enough time to go crazy by being in a building that could best be suited as an animal farm.