The doors were slammed open and several large guys appeared. There was a quick little martial arts fight between the guys in the limo and the guys that just showed up. Guns were knocked to the ground as soon as they were pulled out. People were flying everywhere. The new guys outnumbered the limo guys, and I was soon forcibly transferred from the limo the back of a truck just in front of us. The car raced off and, as I looked back, I could see that the limo had four flat tires (something that must have been accomplished while the fight was going on). I turned back around, catching my breath, and then instantly lost it again. Staring down at me were five of the biggest guys I think I've ever seen, all wearing ski masks. The largest one moved forward some.
"Are you alright, kid? You're not hurt, are you?"
That wasn't exactly the question I was expecting to hear.
"Umm..I'm fine, I guess. Who are you?" I asked.
"We're not going to hurt you. We just need some information."
That was all he said.
"And you want me to give it to you?" I asked.
"No. We want you as a hostage. You must be worth something to those guys. We left them a note. They tell us what we need to know, and you'll go free."
"Would this information," I asked, "have anything to do with a memory chip?"
The man jerked up. "You know what was on it?"
"Umm...no. I just heard it mentioned," I replied. Obviously, these guys didn't know that I knew anything, and I decided to keep it that way for a while.
It seemed I knew more than most anyone else about what was on the memory chip. I was valuable property.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
On The Road Again...
The rest of the interview is sort of a blur in memory. I heard the guy say something about Iran and bombs and a river. I tried to gather as much information as I could, but my mind was racing. The next thing that I clearly remember is being told that I was going to be moved to a house outside of the country.
For the first time, I wondered what in the world my family must have been thinking at this time. What had they been told about my absence? If only I had some way of seeing them.
It was somewhere in the course of this train of thought that I remembered that I still had the memory chip inside my pocket. The people I was with obviously didn't know that I had it. After debating with myself over whether or not I should give it to the, I realized that I really didn't know who the good guys or bad guys in this were. Until I found out, I decided that I would keep the chip with me.
Within an hour, I was led outside and into a black limousine with tinted windows. The guy called Bert got in first, then me, then some other huge guy. I wasn't sure how far we would be going, but I didn't enjoy the thought of spending any length of time in a car between these two guys.
Not a word was said for a good half-hour. I spent most of the time going over the events of the past few days, trying to piece together what few puzzle pieces I had. After 30 silent, uneventful minutes, I heard tires screeching ahead of us, car doors slamming, and some shouting. The two guys surrounding me got rather tense, and the limo slowed down to a stop.
For the first time, I wondered what in the world my family must have been thinking at this time. What had they been told about my absence? If only I had some way of seeing them.
It was somewhere in the course of this train of thought that I remembered that I still had the memory chip inside my pocket. The people I was with obviously didn't know that I had it. After debating with myself over whether or not I should give it to the, I realized that I really didn't know who the good guys or bad guys in this were. Until I found out, I decided that I would keep the chip with me.
Within an hour, I was led outside and into a black limousine with tinted windows. The guy called Bert got in first, then me, then some other huge guy. I wasn't sure how far we would be going, but I didn't enjoy the thought of spending any length of time in a car between these two guys.
Not a word was said for a good half-hour. I spent most of the time going over the events of the past few days, trying to piece together what few puzzle pieces I had. After 30 silent, uneventful minutes, I heard tires screeching ahead of us, car doors slamming, and some shouting. The two guys surrounding me got rather tense, and the limo slowed down to a stop.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Out of the Darkness...
As soon as the door closed behind me, someone switched on a light, blinding me for a second. As I regained my sight, I found myself in a huge office. In front of me, sitting behind a huge wooden desk, was a man. His looked very much like someone you would expext to be the world's most succesful businessman. He smiled, showing his shiny white teeth.
"Sit down," he said, nodding towards a chair in front of me.
I sat down.
The man pulled a huge file out of a drawer. He looked through it, glancing at me every now and then.
"I see," he said after a couple minutes. "You are Samuel S____, born 1991. You went to school..." he went on for a while. Somewhere between my broken arms and my braces, I interrupted him.
"Um, excuse me sir, but what exactly am I doing here?"
He sort of squinted at me, as if he were deciding wether or not to tell me something.
"Sam," he said, "it has come to my attention that you recently intercepted a memory chip. I assume you saw what was on it, and I also assume that you don't know what it is you were looking at."
I didn't like the way he was assuming all the correct assumptions, and I didn't like the way he had called me 'Sam.' But, eager to know more, I simply nodded and waited.
He held out two pictures.
"Have you seen either of these two men?"
I had, but I was tired of the whole photograph thing.
"And what if I have?" I asked.
"If you have, then I have good reason to believe that you're in danger. Because of what you've seen, the best agents from over twenty countries in the world are after you. You may not want to be involved, but you're in this whether you like it or not."
"Sit down," he said, nodding towards a chair in front of me.
I sat down.
The man pulled a huge file out of a drawer. He looked through it, glancing at me every now and then.
"I see," he said after a couple minutes. "You are Samuel S____, born 1991. You went to school..." he went on for a while. Somewhere between my broken arms and my braces, I interrupted him.
"Um, excuse me sir, but what exactly am I doing here?"
He sort of squinted at me, as if he were deciding wether or not to tell me something.
"Sam," he said, "it has come to my attention that you recently intercepted a memory chip. I assume you saw what was on it, and I also assume that you don't know what it is you were looking at."
I didn't like the way he was assuming all the correct assumptions, and I didn't like the way he had called me 'Sam.' But, eager to know more, I simply nodded and waited.
He held out two pictures.
"Have you seen either of these two men?"
I had, but I was tired of the whole photograph thing.
"And what if I have?" I asked.
"If you have, then I have good reason to believe that you're in danger. Because of what you've seen, the best agents from over twenty countries in the world are after you. You may not want to be involved, but you're in this whether you like it or not."
Saturday, September 1, 2007
A Voice
After a shower and a lunch consisting of a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich and crackers, the guy called Bert finally spoke. Up to this point, all I had heard out of him were a few grunts.
"Go in there," he said in a gruff voice.
I cautiously made my way toward the door he was pointing to. After what had been happening to me lately, I had no idea what to expect. I slowly turned the doorknob and pushed open the door.
It was pitch black inside.
"Come on in," said a voice from inside the blackness.
I slowly walked into the room, staying as close to the door as possible.
"Close the door," said the voice.
Deciding that I was tired of being ordered around, I summoned up my courage and asked, in a rather timid voice, "Who are you?"
After a moment of silence, the voice, again, said, "Close the door," this time in a more commanding tone.
I decided I didn't have much choice and, after drawing a heavy breath, I slowly closed the door behind me, shutting out the last bit of light in the room.
"Go in there," he said in a gruff voice.
I cautiously made my way toward the door he was pointing to. After what had been happening to me lately, I had no idea what to expect. I slowly turned the doorknob and pushed open the door.
It was pitch black inside.
"Come on in," said a voice from inside the blackness.
I slowly walked into the room, staying as close to the door as possible.
"Close the door," said the voice.
Deciding that I was tired of being ordered around, I summoned up my courage and asked, in a rather timid voice, "Who are you?"
After a moment of silence, the voice, again, said, "Close the door," this time in a more commanding tone.
I decided I didn't have much choice and, after drawing a heavy breath, I slowly closed the door behind me, shutting out the last bit of light in the room.
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