No one spoke. Like dead statues on duty, none lose their focus. I was left in the dark. I am an outsider. I'm new and the reason of attack. I'm no help either. It's obvious I'm unwanted here.
I feel sick.
This car too is comprised of things for safety under attack.
It was a long drive, covering large distance we changed cars again. Like last time, the two cars almost stuck together, as we climbed from one car to another, no gap in between, I needn't step on road,
I looked at the man in front seat from the rear view mirror when the tensed driver put the car in gear. He had a deep old scar running down his crooked nose down to his jaw he scratched irritated. I turned to the driver who was tanned, deep, almost burnt. What caused it?
The other two were left behind in the previous vehicle. I alone occupied the whole backseat.
Finally I had guts to look out the window,
Far beyond I saw huge concrete walls, squinting my eyes I saw wires covering the top of the boundaries. We were heading the same way, huge iron gates marked our entry. In no time, the driver was swiping his entry card into the lock system.
I gaped at the old prison like building. We didn't stop even at its doors, the metal barrier lifted as soon as the car approached it's way.
A garage, it is.
We were in, and darkness followed. My side of door was opened. I took it as a sign to step out, blinding lights switched on. I squeeze shut my eyes letting my irises adjust to the lights.
Everywhere armed men dressed in similar uniforms, expressionless faces at every corner of the hallway lined in alert.
The scared man lead the way, the driver didn't follow, even stairs had men with rifles. I kept my head straight and my lids down.
He swiped his card. The door clicked open revealing couch on the edge of the opposite wall, I stepped inside the threshold,
He lifted his hand blocking my way, I met his gaze, always tense, I stepped back instead taking the hint, I rolled back my shoulders as I heard footsteps marching in my direction from behind, I didn't turn,
I waited, there were many,
Surpassing me two rows consisting of five men with gun pressed to their heart in alert ready to shoot, just like every other individual here,
From inside one shouted. "Clear.",
They had dispersed into each room, and hallway,
From every corner one after other each one of them reported from their respective locations, "clear, here."
Closed the door "Clear."
"Clear."
From upstairs too, "clear, here."
Which meant there's another floor here.
Nothing was left for surprise or shock.
The boys left just as they came.
At ease I finally looked around for myself well equipped kitchen counter rounding the dining area decorated the place, two more doors, I guess leading to bedrooms. The sitting area had no separations in particular.
I entered the bedroom. It was basic, not luxurious, just for staying a night or two,
It is meant for hiding purpose, and survival. That's why the housing mirrors basic apartment.
Even the guy with scar had left me locked safe inside. It is a traumatic experience. I witnessed horrifying deaths right in front of me. People I could have saved, I didn't. I ran away. I escaped.
So cowardly of me!
Tear streaked cheeks turned wet again. I was alone and safe to cry aloud since the time allows it. I don't know when I will get this opportunity again.
Callen!
I left him alone too!
Though I saw him fight back fiercely. It still doesn't verify he will be back alive.
My knees collapsed and I stifled a frustrated scream.
I hadn’t noticed the goose bumps creeping on my arms until now,
Water! I need water..My throat burnt of tortured thirst.
I felt too weak to walk up to the fridge and instead rolled and rocked myself from side to side.
I laid there for what felt like hours.
Weak...
Powerless...
Unwanted...
Nuisance...
I had decreased to a sobbing mess for I had no more energy or water left to shed.
I was suffocating. I searched the walls to find only one small window at the ceiling, just like a cell. Rest was packed stuffed.
Now that I analyse closely,
It became more clearer now, Callen's men were instructed beforehand to keep me this classified.
Even in deserted area, his men are trained to not alone trust the remoteness. They were that particular. Their protocol and accuracy emphasizes how organized callen's field of work is.
