Chapter 3

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When I woke up I was in a double bed in what looked to be an indian hotel room. It took me a few moments to figure out how I got there. I got up had a shower, got dressed looked at my emails and walked out of the room to find the others. It wasn't too hard to find Zoe, wherever the smell of hair products is Zoe is. I asked what time it was and she told me it was 6:30 am indian time. That's like 8:30 pm American time. We walked out into the hallway to find Zeke and the guy sitting next to him on the flight.

"Good morning." Said Zeke "did you have a nice sleep?"

"Yeah I guess." I said

"I would like you two to meet someone." Said Zeke indicating to the man standing next to him.

"Nice to meet you." I say

"You too." He says "My name is Connor" he said and then turned and introduced himself to Zoe and the others as they walked out

"Meg, can I speak to you?" Asked Zeke

"Sure," I say "what about?" He indicates toward my room obviously because it's private

"Okay." I walk into the room with him

"Well, I have been talking with some people and we have leads, well we have a chance to get leads" he pauses at the confused look on my face and then opens his mouth as if to explain but i put my hand up to stop him. "What are these chances to get leads? Or should I say who are these chances?" He can probably see the worried look on my face so he doesn't answer.

"Who is it?" I ask again

"Your not going to like it." He tells me

"I know that. But who is it?" I ask again

"Your-" he stops

"Who is it? I think I have got the message I don't like the person but you guys have illegally dragged me out of America all the way to India and I only know that it's because of the Taj Mahal bombings and that the only leads are off a person I don't like and you won't tell me who they are. There are some major trust issues coming on now I need to know who this person is if you want me to help you." I say and he finally gives in.

"The reason i didn't want to tell you was because, was because." He pauses and brings himself together "the leads are from your cousin, Edward. Are you o-" I stop him mid sentence. Honestly all I want to do now is be alone

"Okay," i say "thanks"

"Are you alright" he says

"I just need some time to myself now" I say and walk past him out the door. I have no idea where i go next but it helped cool me off. A lot of the city in India is full of people. Once I heard that there are 23 million people in Mumbai alone. That's about the population of Australia.

As I walked I noticed that the further I went the poorer the area. After about 20 minutes of walking I noticed that I'd walked into an area where there were a lot of children playing soccer. And that there was so much difference. I was a 21 year old Australian brunet with white skin. These kids were buitifully tanned with dark long hair. Ever since I was young I couldn't understand what the world revolves around. Some people told me it was how you look. Other people told me it was money. I don't know what it is. But perhaps these kids do. They are in a really poor place but they are all playing soccer and they look so happy. Perhaps that's what the world revolves around; happiness

I walk into a market. It's full of people. Some are selling things off rugs, others off market tables. The next thing I remember is getting swept into a crowd of people and not seeing where I'm going. Then falling over. I can't remember anything after that until I woke up with a sack on my head. It smells funny. Hessian. I am sprawled across a dusty metal floor. And I can here talking around me. Slowly I drag my arm up to my other one and try to find the tracker Zeke put into my arm at the air port. I find it pretty quickly and pinch it. I roll my arm over so no one can see the light and listen for a hint to who's around me.

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