+ marks the grave {Completed}

Chapter 65

I was disappointed in myself.
I was the heir yet I was pitifully shaking while waiting for Kent to walk through that door in one piece.
The plan had too many loopholes.
The captain for this vessel could be related to the waiter he was impersonating.
What if it was his father?
How was Kent supposed to get in and out with the blueprints.
Too much was left to be impoverised, but we didn't have a choice.
We had mere minutes before the ship would set sail.
Our chances lies in those minutes.
Jason was handing out the cocktails that I was supposed to be working with, to the rich men on the top deck, directly in front of the navigation room.
We needed to get this mission done properly.
In that same second I heard the bathroom doors swing open.
I was in the last stall and as planned he went into the second to last stall.
He slipped the blueprints under the stall wall and I slipped the .... of plain clothing over.
He changed out of the uniform while I analyzed the blueprints.
'SD' happened to stand for the Special cargo District within the ship.
We needed to find the route that would lead us to the Special cargo District.
As expected, it was inside the initial walls of the ship.
There wasn't clear instructions how to get to the room however.
It was only present on the most detailed blueprint.
Based on that blueprint, the Special District should be located to the far right of the VIP suite floor, which was the highest tier of the vessel.
The staff led commoners to believe that the highest floor was the VIP with the navigation. I'm pretty sure people could see the clear addition to the structure of the boat.
That floor that extra thick walls so that waiters and staff could move around without disturbing the special guests.
It would make sense for them to put Amber in said district.
Now all was left was to get Jason and create a practical plan to recover Amber.
The former half worked itself out when the third stall became occupied and cell phone was slipped from the third stall, to Kent's and lastly to mine.
On it had pictures of all the people that currently occupied the VIP deck.
Even though the deck wasn't on the VIP floor, it was still considered as part of on the blueprints.
I'm guessing there's a connective staircase.
We spoke in hushed tones.
"We need a plan.
We need to get to the far right of the VIP floor."
"I can go scout-"
"They'll surely notice that you aren't the regular."
I heard Jason tsk.
The unconscious, half naked, stuttering waiter in the first stall would probably be really helpful right about now.
I slipped the blueprints in Jason's direction.
"We need to make our way up to the VIP suite, there's most likely an entrance to that staircase connected to the cargo and kitchen floor. We split up and look into that.
Once we find that passage way, go straight to the suite and do whatever is necessary."
I switched back into the waiter uniform that Kent borrowed and made my way down to the kitchen, Jason following to suit.
Kent would seek out the entrance by posing at a cargo boy.
Once we were in the kitchen, the head chef sent the same guy that pointed out the locker room to me, to show Jason the way to the VIP suite as a passenger requested two new waiters because her last two were too old.
Unfortunately, I was sent to refill the pool on the VIP deck.
Apparently some one of the people's kid threw yellow food coloring into it.
I wouldn't like to know why.
It was really questionable though.
Who could've known that filling a pool would've taken so long.
The stop cork was at the literal bottom which meant that I was now exhausted and soaking wet.
The dynamic of this ship was quite peculiar as the kitchen staff was also the staff that tended to the boat.
I'm guessing that the Vipers boss was super cheap.
Or he could have limited staff to ensure that he knew the whereabouts of everyone and everything.
Either way, it wasn't thrilling.
And what made it worse was that the ship was on a ten minute countdown to departure.
I sluggishly made my way to the staff bathroom, before I could close my stall door however, Jason's hand stopped it.
He was totally out of breathe.
"She's-
Amber is-
It's not-
It's a d-"
His panting made me agitated.
"Spit it out!"
"Its Amber,
she's not here,
They boarded a dog in her place."

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Whoever was shaking me must've been sent from the fiery pits of hell because would a sensible person wake a underfed, beaten up, traumatized individual, by not only shaking but also making excessive noise?
My hands moved before my eyes opened.
I reached out, but the person hastily released their hold on me.
The sound of moving chains forcefully opened my eyes but the pain from all over my body made me shut them back tightly as I recoiled in agony.
Bones were surely broken.
Once the sharp pain had receded back to some corner in the depths of hell, I opened my eyes again.
I realized a few things.
I wasn't in the van anymore.
I was shackled to a chair.
They seemed to have taken me to a garage by the looks of the scattered vehicles here and there.
The guy that had taken me out of the basement was stooping a few metres away.
He was most likely the one that had awakened me in such an unmannerly manner.
"Wh-"
I tried to ask a question but my voice broke as my throat burnt with a grainy aftertaste.
I moved my hand to touch my eye.
I instantly remembered the pass hour or so.
I remembered seeing Luke's dead body being thrown into the cove.
I remembered crying until I was no longer conscious.
I knew I was to blame.
But in this moment there was someone else that had a very important part to play in what transpired.
The boy had no cover on his head.
His black hair dropped over his forehead in waves.
He might have been quite some eye candy to a mentally and physically stable person.
Criteria in which I didn't fit.
My ribs felt as if they were broken beyond repair and so did my arm.
There was surely visible bruises all over my body, not to mention the large amount of cuts and open wounds on my legs.
The blisters on my ankles were oozing and I felt really light headed.
The boy stood.
He opened his mouth, then closed it.
When he opened it again, words flowed.
"My name is Brad, we bounced up in the hallway at school, on your birthday...I never got to give you my greetings,"
He held a fake smile on his face as he tried to look me in the eyes.
I was struggling to hold my head up at this point.
The last thing I saw as my head dropped low was three guys running to me.
Two of which were identical.
Maybe I was hallucinating, but my mind took that image and ran with it.
I dropped straight into a nightmareful slumber.
All my demons came out of the closet.