The "Boondock" Kids

*****

It had been a day. The scuba divers, now dressed in appropriate dark suits carry the body to his office. One opens the door and moves over, letting the others pass. They carefully place the body, that was in a freezer, on his table.

A few moments in the Shadow appears. He says nothing as he walks to the body and pulls some of the cloth away from his face, the other men watch.

The Shadow says nothing as he looks up, with an emotionless expression. "I told you...to find Nakeem Freeman...does this look like Nakeem Freeman to you?" He asks calmly.

The others glance at each other, confused as the Shadow grabs a remote from under the desk and presses a button, pointed to the projector. On the wall, a picture of a young handsome man appears. "Compare that, to this." The Shadow nods at the body. They look at the face carefully, a boy, check, dreadlocks, check...except he was white.

"Whoa...bo-"

He shoots down the one who was about to speak. The others watch in horror as their team leader falls lifeless to the floor. "Now...anymore questions?"

Everyone stays silent.

"Good. Then you go back to that Indian Ocean, and you find me that body. Your all lucky I don't kill you now. And find Christie too." He walks around the desk and out the room, the men dragging the dead body after him.

*****

After climbing up past the anchor, Nakeem, though exhausted, climbs up the chain. When he reaches the top, he, so tired, doesn't jump over the rail like his energetic self would, but falls over it. The thump of his body landing on the wood catches the attention of many who walk up to him, men and women.

"Oh my goodness!"
        
"Sir? Sir are you alright?"

"Is he okay?"

They tower over him, but Nakeem only sees glimpses of their faces before he closes his tired eyes.

*****

Trisha didn't bother to try and sleep, she couldn't. She was angry. She was scared.  She was depressed.

She didn't know how long she was in there, but she knew it was long. For a long time, counting the seconds in her head, she walks back and forth. Then sits down in her corner, and stares down at the metal bonds around her wrists.

Fuck this.

The door opens again and the boy walks in again, carrying another bag. Trisha watches him slowly walk to her, agraid of being beaten up.

But she didn't have the energy for him
She didn't have the energy to fight.

Or scream anymore.

She just sat there.

"Trisha...eat this. Please," he begs placing the packet down. "I know you said you'd rather starve...but we both know that's not you want."

Your right. I want to go back to Maryland and graduate from high school. I wanna be a model, married happily to the half Jamaican boy from Boston. And we'll have a little dog too, running around the house.

She glares at the bag, and then at him. Then sighs in defeat, grabbing the bag and pulling it to her. She helps herself to the chips first, chewing loudly.

"See? Ain't that better?" he asks her as she looks back up at him. "You can call me Nick, by the way."

She just looks at him.

"...silent treatment, huh?"

Trisha rolls her eyes. "Well you did kidnap me after all!"

He flinches at her raise of voice. "...I'll come back when your done."