An Unexpected Bend

W.P.C.

"MIA RENCH GET OUT HERE OR I WILL SHOOT THIS LADY"
I choked.
I couldnt beleive my ears
It took me a while to realise he is actually calling out my name.
This cant be true. My mind must be making stuff up
But is was true.

"MIA RENCH"
With every shout I jumped. I didnt know what to do. I couldnt get up and go with that psychopath. I wanted to go home.
Why would he call my name. I have nothing to do with any kind of deal what so ever. I have no contacts which are even megerly related to the underworld. I have never done anything to offend anyone. I have absolutely no infomartion that can be useful to any criminal like him. Why would he be wanting me then . How can I possibly be of any use to him.

"MIA RENCH GET UP NOW TILL THE COUNT OF 3 OR I WILL SHOOT THIS LADY AND I MEAN IT"
I still didnt get up

"1"
My heart was in mouth. I thought of getting up but just couldnt gather up all the courage.

"2"

Oh please. I know this is just a trap. I know 17 year old can not kill someone
I thought confidently.

"And 3"
Nothing happened
Ha I knew it!!

*Gunshot*
I skiped a beat.
Everyone started screaming on seeing the cold bleeding air hostess.
I couldn't belive it. How did that happen. I killed her. She is dead because of me. I killed a person. How could I do that.
Thinking this brimmed up tears that I was holding back.
I just took away something that I can never give back. I have blood in my hands. NOOOO.
This guilt was greater than the fear of a 17 year old criminal.

Then he snatched an 8-10 year old child from his mother making both of them cry and scream
"MIA RENCH THIS CHILD WILL BE DEAD ON THE COUNT OF THREE IF U DO NOT GET UP"

This time I didn't even hesistate for a moment. I couldnt see a child die because of me. I would kill myself anyway then and also all I could think of at that time was the fact that a lady just lost her life because of me.

Worse comes to worse what can he do? Kill you right? But now does it really matters when you have already taken someone else's life?

"It is me. Leave that child u filthy asshole. Here , I am Mia Rench. U got your will. Now take me and leave these passengers alone" I stood up and said confidently with tears in my eyes.

"U??"
There was a bit of shock on his face.
"U-U are Prude McHatem's best friend??"

I was astonished to hear that. Yes I was Prude's best friend. I have known him for like 5 years. How did he know and why would it concern him?

"Ye-Yes but wha-why?"
All of my confidence and swag just glew away with the wind and my timid and scared voice came back.
"I am not obliged to answer you"
He said haughtily with narrowed condescending eyes.
"Step out and come with me"

So I started my journey towards him with shivering legs. All the eyes on the plan followed me in silence as tho watching a beautiful bride go down the aisle.

"Oh comeon I do not have that much of time"

He said as he grabed my left wrist with his firm grip and pulled me out of the plan.
As we were going out I saw the corpse of that flight attendant in the pool of blood. Even tho thay scene was traumatic my eyes couldnt help but look and my soul couldnt help but remind me of my sin.

As we got out of the flight and
instead of German poilice I saw some men dressed like agents in black suit and tie , black goggles and a black bluetooth.
The were standing equidistant to each other, making two lines, leaving some space between them from where I anticipated we were supposed to go. They stood in silence waiting for us as tho we were some english royalty.

It was then when I noticed that symbol on one of those agent-guy's suitcase.  That was the symbol of a brown coloured eagle standing on the top of a golden ball with wings wide open. Below it "Wigery's Pharmaceutical Companies" was written or known as W.P.C's.

These are companies producing and smuggling drugs all over the world. It has been responsible for millions of deaths worldwide. It is like ISIS for drugs.  No one knows where its headquaters are or where its dealers and smughlers stay. Even after gteat efforts of UNSC W.P.C's are not being tracked down. Some of the dealers were cought but they knew nothing. Their dealers r like sleeper cells. Tho there r some trusted dealers who have not being spotted.
Seeing such security I could say he was one of those trusted dealers.

Why am I being taken by such a personality in the underworld. Oh god if I am being taken by these W.P.C's men then the police would be of no use in rescuing me. What r they gonna do to me. If this guy is cold enough to keep a child at gun's mouth , he can do anything. And why did he mention Prude?? Is this something related to him?? What could he have done? And how can I be involved??
Dear heavens... why me??

He suddenly stopped and said

"Sweety look here"

Then he covers my nose with a napkin and I lose my senses. I guess it was some kind of chloroform or something.

Next thing I remember is that I was in a bed. Clean comfortable bed with cozy blankets over me. My head was kindda hurting a bit but I could take that.
Where am I?
To find the answer I looked around. It looked like some expensive hotel room. There was a window.

With great toil I stood up on my feet to look out of the window. My feet were still shivering anf my heart still couldnt absorb what just happend. But as I am in a hotel it wont be that difficult to escape. I looked out of the window to guess where I am by observing the surroundings. And it didnt take me much time to figure out where I was ....

"A plane?
I am in a plane??"