Secret Identity

3 The Plan

1. The Plan

"Yes, we have her... no she is not harmed...You have my word. But what if, she has already killed one... I understand... I await your arrival," he hung up the phone with a grin on his face.

"Are they here yet?"

"They are on their way sir,"

"Good, good. Make sure her accommodations are suitable. Everything must be perfect."

"Yes sir. Is he coming himself to collect her?"

"It is a real privilege. Try not mess this up. Now go!" he commanded.

The man, dressed in a dark clothing, did as he was told. He walked out the office and down a dimly lit hallway into a small room, to check and make sure, everything was to the specifications he was given. The bed, a chair, the window, the amount of light, everything had to be exact. He didn't understand it. But, he wasn't foolish enough to ask questions either.

He looked up as he heard voices coming down the hall, towards him.

Two men walked into the room, with a female body in tow.

"Put her in here. And tie her up this time," he said looking at Antwon.

They did as they were ordered, and dragged her unconscious body into the room, tossing her onto the bed in the corner. Then the other two men left Antwon alone to tie her up.

Antwon, hoped he would be assigned to guard her until their boss arrived. He was after all part of the duo that captured her. He was looking forward to making her life hell, for taking Marcus' life. Though, he was a hard ass to deal with, he'd kept him safe since he ran away from home at the age of 15.

Ever since these strangers arrived, over ten years ago, things were different. Most of the upper level jobs for hire were going to them. Marcus wanted a way in. He began to build a connection with one of the four, unit leaders, and slowly he began to merge them in. When he heard of the bounty on Yonne head, he knew this was his way to prove himself and be taken in as an official part of the crew and maybe even the whole organization.

Only instead, it cost him his life.

Antwon, looked at her body as it laid on the bed and wanted to end her. Why did she get to live, when so far two men had died needlessly at her hand? Who was calling the shots, and what did they have in store for her? He climbed over her body and slid her wrists, one at a time, into the restraints. Just as he was pulling himself to stand up, she opened her eye and slammed her head into his.

"OUCH!" he screamed, grabbing his forehead. The pain was intense, and it shot to the back of his skull. "You bitch!" He called out and slapped her.

She laughed.... "You tie me up, but I'm the bitch?"

"You killed Marcus."

"You both were there to kill me!"

"No, we weren't. I already told you that."

"You're lucky I'm in these ties, or I'd slap you!"

"Well, you are tired up. So, there isn't much you can do," he said.

She lifted her leg, knee bent and hit him in the groin.

He moaned loud and rolled off the bed to the floor. As he lay on the floor moaning in pain, the door opened and several men walked in. They stood around the bed and then move to allow another man to walk closer to her.

"So, Yonne. Even tied up, you are still putting up a fight, I see? Why not give in and relax? No one needs to get hurt here. I have orders to keep you safe."