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Chapter 4
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30 minutes later we were boarded the jet. The 'parents' gave us goodbye gifts, as if mocking us, as if we weren't trained for this. They will see. I looked over at 36, his head resting uncomfortable on the head rest. Over his right and left shoulder you could see the end of his Katanas. It would seem unpleasant to be lying on them. I wondered why he chose the Japanese weapons, probably his mixed DNA. Sometimes we could tell which race the 'parents' chose for us, other than that we didn't know. I watched his steady breathing, feeling drained myself. He seemed almost peaceful even with the deadly weapons.
"You should rest." my head whipped to the right of me, my hand gripping my new RAM Desert Eagle .37 was gazing at me amused that he startled me. Shit, this probably showed him many things; that I was jumpy, I wasn't trained long enough, I didn't want to do this; that I was weak.
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35's Gun (Desert Eagle): https://secure15.ukisp.net/stringtownsupplies.co.uk/assets/big/RAM%20Desert%20Eagle%20(L).jpg
36's Katanas: http://media.photobucket.com/image/black%20katanas/sweetblackvader/Jupiters%2520Ghost%2520
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"You're not ready are you?" The directness and accuracy of his question surprised a little me, but then again I should have known. That's why I chose him. Not only was he good at tracking, but he could also detect and read any facial movements.
I laughed low, almost under my breath.
"You know, none of us is really ready for this."
"Your philosophical now? When did this happen?" trying to lighten the mood.
He laughed and laid-back on the seat.
"Yeah, you could say that." He closed his eyes.
I snorted at his response. The DE in my hand began to feel heavy. I looked at it, expectantly. As if it could solve my problems. I pulled back the slide making a small clicking sound. Grabbing my pack beneath my feet, I pulled out my second one, trying to get used to the feel of them both in my hands. It was strange, we weren't taught to fight with any weapons, just our hands and feet, so the feeling was unusual. I pointed both of them at 36, aiming at his head, pulled back on the triggers and.......
"Don't even think about it."
With his eyes still closed he had pulled both of his Katanas out of their sheaths with unimaginable speed, both at either side of my neck. I barely blinked when he did this. I laughed.
"Don't worry brother. Wouldn't dream of it."
37 was looking at us, studying us, and yet still the amusement showing in his eyes. Seeing my scowl, he quickly looked down and began kicking his black suit case. I didn't know what it held, when the 'parents' presented these gifts for us, he opened the suit case up, took a quick glance and choose the weapon. He didn't say a thing, just picked it up and brought it on the plane. Even though I was curious as to what it held, I knew I'd find out later in time.
"Attention passengers, we are 10 minutes away from the Amsterdam airport. Please remain seated until we have made a safe landing." The intercom from above our heads screeched.
The plane began to descend slowly if not roughly. Within a couple minutes I could feel the small tires on the jet meet the asphalt. The jet slowly made its way toward the back of the airport away from the usual travelers, toward a private terminal. I looked out one of the four small windows nearest me and saw a man dress in a black business suit waiting for us on the asphalt. He had a two-way radio in his hand talking to someone. Most likely the 'parents' were on the other end of the conversation.
"We have arrived at the terminal, please remain seated until we have made a complete stop."
Finally, we'll be able to start this. The sooner it's over the better.
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~~~~~~A Week Later~~~~~~~~~
It was cold and dark. Rats ran over our feet constantly, aware that there were intruders in their home and yet ignorant enough to ignore us. I became irritated with them, consistently squealing and screeching. When one ran over my foot again, I kicked it. It sailed through the air squealing, with breakneck speed I unloaded my DE into the damn thing. Blood spurted behind it, all over the wall. The squealing stopped in the concrete tube, but only for a moment, as the rats gauged at what happened. Their shrill chattering continued, apparently they didn't care that one of their own had just gotten obliterated. I signed and flipped the gun back into its case on my hip.
We were stuck in a freaking sewer beneath Amsterdam. Not sure how we ended up here. 36 and 37 were arguing some nonsense about the girl we kidnapped. We needed information. 37 had found a lead to my 'Soul Mate' but lost it. We were low on supplies as well. When the 'parents' had given us money that was supposed to last us two weeks, they didn't consider 36's appetite. We need money. I was hoping that this girl had connections and information on my 'Soul Mate'. That's what we counted on.
37's last lead had led us to this girl. We watched her for two days, assessing whether this lead was false. When nothing made us believe it was, we kidnapped her. I looked at the mark left from the road that she slid on when 36 tackled her. The right side of her face was pretty bashed up. A large bruise was starting to form around her eye above the wound. I tried to clean it as much as possible, preventing any bacterial infection. We wanted the girl alive and well if she was the lead and provided the information we needed. Once we had gotten the information, we would dispose of her.
I noticed a small movement come from the girl on the chair. It was so subtle that I almost missed it.
"She's awake."
The guys whipped their heads towards the girl quitting their argument. Finally some peace and quiet. 37 made his way toward her, watching for any movement made by her.
"Wakey, wakey little girl." So much for the peace and quiet. "We're not going to do anything to you. Oh, except kill you of course." 37's laughter was loud and deafening through the tunnels. I shook my head at his stupidity, my arms crossed in front of me. Great now we're going to have to use a different method to get the information from her, now that she knows that she's going to die later. Stupid idiot.
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