Begin Again

Runnin'

"Where did the girl go," Jaime called out. "Those two?"

Rowan, who was hiding on the rafters, looked around the outdoor loading area, but didn't see her anywhere. Peering inside, he saw her slowly moving through the conveyer belt's, trying to see for herself where Rowan could have gone.

"I told you-," Rowan gritted angrily as he slithered through the thin window, lowering himself on the conveyer belt, letting it take him. "Blake!"

Blake couldn't listen to him,.

"Rusty," he whispered a bit more harshly. Jerking her head back, she saw him peering over the grey conveyer belt two feet walls. "Where you going?!"

"I-," she pointed to the men talking below them. Rowan squinted as he shook his head rapidly. "What?!"

"They are after us! We got to go," Rowan whipped his hand back. Blake began crawling towards him as fast and noiseless as she could, grabbing Rowan's wrist firmly, as he pulled her closer to him. "Come on!"

"Great-," she whispered as the conveyer belt began moving faster for some odd reason. It divided them, sending each through a different belt. Rowan raised his head seeing her completely disappear but he could hear the crates banging against the walls, heavy sounding. The belt was moving faster now to the point where Rowan couldn't even stand up on it!

He kept crashing into the walls, moving rapidly, trying not to get crushed by the crates. In one attempt to move out of the way, he caught himself between two crates that pinned him all the way to the bottom. That was where Wallace, Jaime and several other men stood with their hands behind their backs.

"Well! This is one," Jaime grabbed Rowan's arm roughly, trapping him between two men. He ripped off Rowan's disguise, smiling at the young man. "Here you are. Rowan Brantley. The reporter."

"Journalist," Rowan clarified.

"What are you doing here," Wallace asked innocently. "I must say we have no illegal operations running here."

"Why mention illegal Mr.Wallace," Rowan raised his chin. Wallace smirked at his mistake, pulling his hand out from behind his back, grabbing Rowan's scruff.

"Why? You know more than you say. Mind telling us what you know?"

"What for?"

"Because my boy, we need to know if we can let you walk or not. You could waste me millions of dollars."

"Me? Well, if I were you, I wouldn't be running these operations."

"What operations Mr.Brantley?"

"Oh, I already know. You want to tell me? I mean, that is how a conversation starts, I mean except for these two men holding me back of course."

"You've got quite the attitude. What a shame. You did make quite a journalist."

"Why do you talk like that," Rowan laughed. "Where can I possibly go?"

"Where is the girl," Jaime snapped, infuriated with these two endless argument. He had other important things in mind than to listen to these two.

"I don't know what you are talking about," Rowan shook his head. "I've been alone for this. I got this far, didn't I?"

"That is true boss," another man pointed.

"Shut up," Wallace snapped. "Take this boy, and take care of him! I don't ever want to see him step foot in Turkey ever again."

Rowan's clenched jaw tightened even more as his eyes got colder, feeling the men pull him back outside.

"NOW," a woman's voice yelled. Duke launched up on one of the men who was holding Rowan, pushing him to the ground. Baring his teeth, Duke kept the frightened man down. Blake roared a motorcycle engine on purpose, to catch everyone's attention.