*~*~*~*~*~*Chapter 2*~*~*~*~*~*

She wasn’t a police. Nor a member of a swat-team. She was alone and she was young, but she knew what she was doing. She parked her car as close to the building as possible, without no one seeing her. She stepped out of it and looked around. All her senses were on full alert. She was well aware of that there were guards patrolling the area, but only two. She could handle them easily.

She opened the trunk and pulled out a bag containing her favourite weapon.

A Kalishjnikov with a muffler. Then she put on her night-seeing glasses.

After a quick look around, she left the car and approached the building.

She walked slowly, knowing that since it wasn’t her home ground she had the odds against her. But she had at least one advantage. The surprise act.

A sound behind her made her turn around. A few feet away stood a man, surprised by the sight she made. Without a second thought she raised her weapon and shot the man from her waist. She didn’t bother to look if she actually killed him, at least he couldn’t do any more damage or alert his companions. She was now standing next to the building and she looked up on it. It was an old factory, shut down before the second world war had even ended. She had studied a map over it, and she knew the places where they were able to hold the prisoner like the back of her hand. As she entered the old building she removed her glasses, the lamps were enlightened inside, and with the glasses she would be blinded. Her eyes scanned the area she would be passing. Suddenly she heard the footsteps of someone who was heading her direction. She didn’t want to draw attention to herself before she had found the prisoner, so she pulled out her dagger and hid behind the door. A man passed her, he repeated a name over and over in his walkie-talkie. She figured that the name belonged to the man she had left dying in the woods. With a jump she landed on his back and slid the knife over his throat. He didn’t have the time to say anything before life poured out of him.

Nick rose slowly, his whole body aching. He thought he had heard something. But it was all silent. With a sigh he sat back down again and started crying. He felt horrible. The people who held him here were very evil, so much he had figured out. He thought back on the moment he had woke up from his sleep, after they took him.

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"Wake up Carter" a rough voice said. Nick slowly opened his eyes. The voice kept telling him to rise, but he couldn’t make himself to do that.

Suddenly, someone kicked him in the side. He let out a cry of pain, and someone grabbed him in the neck and pulled him up to his feet. He faced a man with dark clothes and dark hair. The man smiled wickedly. Nick had never been so scared in his life. He knew he was facing a man who had killed.

"Welcome back from the dead" the man said and nodded to the man who was holding Nick in the neck. The man let go and Nick almost fell, but he managed to remain on his feet. Nick forced himself to keep eye-contact with the man who was still smiling.

"Who are you?" Nick asked.

"You are in no position to ask questions, leave that to me. Do you have any idea of why you are here?" the man asked. Nick shook his head no. He was so tired, he just wanted to lay down, fall asleep, wake up and realise that this was only a nightmare. The man spoke again.

"My name is Karl, and I want you to know that if you try to escape or something else that I don’t like, then you have seen you friends and family for the last time"

Nick shivered. There were no doubt that the man was serious. Karl turned around and walked out of the door, the other man following him. The door closed and Nick was alone. His eyes adjusted slowly to the dark. The small room, no, cell, was almost completely empty. The only things in there were a small bunk and a bucket.

Nick sunk down on the bunk and started crying.