Where Are They?

1712 WordsJul 16, 20187 Pages
The rhythmic scratch and slap of leather sole on concrete made me look out at the sidewalk outside the cafe. The man, dressed in black. I clutched the package in his pocket. Should I run I thought, maybe the man didn't she me. The man motioned for me to come outside. I turned and ran but he was there, the man was everywhere. I couldn't hide, I couldn't run. There was only one thing to do, destroy the package. It was a bright november day. The trees were blowing in the wind sending leaves scattering. All of a sudden Bang! It came from the front door. I rushed over to see a hole in my door. As I examined it there was another loud bang. As my window shattered, I realized what was happening. As a retired Navy Seal my training kicked in. I…show more content…
Than it hit me. I was suposed to protect that. But did I really car anymore? No, I did no. This company had put my life on the line to do something i wasn't willing to do. There was no reward for me and I dint even know what was going on. I was ready to give up but all of a sudden i got an idea. What if these numbers were coranges. Of course they were cordanites. Of course! They may even lead to a area for them the mine oil. Yes, it all makes scence now.If a company found a new place to mine oil they could make millions even billions of dollars. They may even be able to put their competitors out of business. i began to run around in circles doing some sort of dance whent something zapped me in the arm.I looked down only to see a dart stuck in my arm. When I awoke I was sitting in a dark room with one large window on my right. As I tried to stand up. I was restrained by multiple brown ropes. They were wrapped around my chest holding me down. I couldn't move. Suddently a large light from above turned on. I was blinded by its brightness and couldn't see a thing, but i should hear things. From the noises I could hear a man pull up a chair in front of me. Screech it went as it was dragged across the stone floor. Or at least it sounded like a stone floor. He than sat down. “So, Caden Brower.” The man said,”I hear that you received a package lately.” I stayed quite. “Does that sound familiar to you?” he asked. “no” i murmerd. What am I doing? I thought.
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