Rescue Mission (Stark's Daughter 8)

Chapter 30

Clicking the end of the pen constantly, I stare at the file on the desk. The members of The Board scribble on their notepads and continue to glance at the tv on the screen.

"Abigail was taken from her family home at the age of 10 on Thursday 31st of January in her bedroom." The leader explains, pointing to the screen.

The bedroom has pink walls, with a single bed covered in a plain pink checked duvet. On the end of her bed is a row of teddy bears and a small tv on the bedside table. There is a tall bookcase against the wall, scattered with battered and used books.

"Her mother tucked her in Thursday night and Friday morning she went into Maisy's room to wake her up for school and she was gone. A year later, her mother committed suicide."

A photo appears of a woman lying on a hospital blue lab. Her black hair is messy around her shoulders and her eyes are closed, hiding any emotion.

"We believe she is here."

A photo of an abandoned warehouse is shown. The bricks are drenched in mould and vines crawl up the walls, stretching out in branches.

"How do you know she's there?" I ask, I'm the only other person that has spoken.

"Our computers detected waves and recorded increased radio activity. We think the people who abducted her have used machines or technology that have released radio waves." He explains.

"So, you're unsure? You don't know for certain?" I question.

"No. We do not know what they are doing to her or if they even have her. We know the coordinates and we will be going there tomorrow. I expect you, Agent Stark, to brief your Agents and show them our plan." The leader orders.

"Yes, Sir." I mutter.

Picking up the file, pen and my notepad, I stand up and march out of the room. Turning right and walking down the corridor, I stop outside another glass door. Knocking lightly, I then push it open.

Inside the room, there's a long glass table and Agents sat all around it. Each Agent has a pad and pen, all ready to take notes on everything I say. Striding in, I stand at the front of the room with a tv on the wall.

"Right. Abigail Jackson." I announce. The photo of the happy 10 year old is shown on the screen.

"She was taken from her bedroom at age 10 and has been missing for the past 3 years. We believe she is in this building." I say, pointing at the screen.

"I want 5 Agents to go in from the back and 5 Agents at the front. But, no one is to go until I say." I demand.

"No one sets foot in this building until I say. I do not care if The Board say otherwise, I am in charge of this mission and I am saying that none of you go inside until I say you can. Do you understand that?"

All of the Agents nod.

"This is a medium threat mission. But, none of you are to harm this girl in anyway unless she hurts you first. You're dismissed and be in here tomorrow at 8 am, ready and in kit." I order.

The Agents stand up from their chairs, they stride out of the room and I sigh. Sitting down, I look through the file again. They could have done anything to this girl, but I will give her another chance.

A knock at the door pulls me from reading. Jake stands in the doorway, holding a mug of coffee. He walks in and places it on the table.

"Thank you." I smile.

"Your husband is here too." Jake announces.

"Okay. I'm coming." I mutter.

Picking up the file, I slip it under my arm and grab my coffee. Jake leads me out of the room and down the corridor. Zeke is stood leaning against the glass wall, he leaves a scratch from his black jacket zipper with the white lining and his jeans. He smiles quickly as I walk towards him and he stands up properly. Striding beside him, I rub the scratch on the glass wall.