11
Russia
5989.77 Miles From New York
Somehow or another Daisy had gone back to sleep, still in her crouched and huddled position against the wall with the hood of the fur coat over her head, head cradled on her knees, in a dreamless sleep. Her sleep had happened unintentionally, she had tried to stay awake, worried that her Metal Armed Kidnapper would come back again and…Daisy wasn’t sure what but she knew she would prefer to be awake upon his return.
What woke Daisy up was someone knocking her foot and causing her body to slump forward and her head coming into to contact with her buckled knee. She sprung herself awake and pulled her head back, letting the hood fall away from her head. Standing in front her, looking down her with a vacant expression was her capturer.
“Here.” He said as he dropped the bag with her clothes in on to the ground. “Change and we leave.”
With that he turned and walked away and out the room up the stairs, slamming it shut behind himself.
She swallowed and didn’t move for a second.
So. Daisy thought; this is where we begin.
Standing up she begin to get undressed using the fur coat as a shield, worried about being watched by her kidnapper from some hidden place caused her paranoia into overdrive. As she pulled off her clothes and into similar fresh ones, she saw a bottle of water on the table which the laptop was on that hadn’t been there the night before, it was cold as condensation covered the bottle, clothed in thick clothes she took the water and drank, gaining the sensation of never having left so relieved to drink water ever before.
Dressed and ready she went to pick up the bag when The Metal Armed Man came back in, walking down the stairs quickly he walked straight towards her and then proceeded to push her in front of him and directed her up the stairs. Every one of his movements was smooth and fluid, never did he hesitate or look as if was questioning anything he did. He still wore his black ensemble, was still unshaven and his hair was long and limp down his face. Because of his constant stone still face Daisy couldn’t see if he was any more tired looking, there was dark rings around his eyes and his eyes sunken in more then most but he was still the same as he had been, there was no sign of anything having happening the previous night to of effected him.
Pulling the fur coat closer, her kidnapper opened the door to the hanger bay for her and a strong gust of wind greeted her, causing a shiver down her spine and catching her breath. Inside the wind had blown in the snow from the high up broken windows, which had slightly settled around the floor. The Metal Armed man shoved Daisy into the hanger, Daisy was about to walk to the further end of the hanger where the Quinjet stood, when her kidnapper pulled her shoulder to another direction.
Without saying a word, she turned and walked ahead of her kidnapper to the other turn of the hanger, which was the darkest corner, no light seemed to penetrate there.
He’s going to kill me. Daisy thought frantically.
Holding her breath she stopped at the corner of the hanger, there was nowhere else to go. Facing towards the corner wall Daisy waited to hear the sound of her kidnapper pulling out a gun and prepare to be executed.
Closing her eyes and she waited.
But the moment never came, instead her Kidnapper opened a door and flung it open to the outside world which was covered in fresh snow and still silent morning air of the snowing world outside.
Daisy let out her breath and looked at her kidnapper from the corner of her.
Had he done that on purpose, had he tried to frighten her, again, by showing her that despite his basic looking after her that her living and dying was entirely up to him. Daisy could only think it was, he had military training and most likely knew how to intimidate people with scare tactics by doing very little, allowing the person’s mind to run away with them.
At the back of the hanger was a forest, tall snow covered tress, so dense and tightly packed together that it the inside of the forest ground was less covered in snow and covered in stimulated night. The trees there in the summer time, when in full leafage would have been an glorious sight to see, an undisturbed tree land of lush greens. The old airfield hanger, which Daisy guessed was Russian, was built in that location because of how much the forest covered it, no doubt they were miles from civilisation and in a place no-one came through or past.
Taking her shoulder her kidnapper walked her to their right and through the snow. Still saying nothing to each other they only went a few metres when she saw ahead of them a vehicle. A khaki range rover, the front and back with heavy duty bumpers, hunting lights on top and black out windows. It wasn’t that dissimilar to like anything she had seen, vehicles like this were used in African to defend animals against poachers and people that tried to rekidnap the ex-child soldier that were in the medical care until they could be put back in a proper rehabilitation factuality, somehow Daisy could guess that this vehicle was no way as well intended.
The Metal Armed Man opened the passenger door for her and almost gently shoved her in, then walked around to the driver side without saying a word.
When both inside the car, Daisy looked down at her palms and small glimmer of almost joy passed through her, she was still untied!
As if on queue her kidnapper pulled out a cord from the side door of the car and begin to bind her wrists together. Daisy made a defented face as he did so. After he had finished she looked at her new bonds and then to him.
“Thank you.” She muttered under breath.
Her kidnapper gave a small huff of an exhale and turned on the vehicle.
Head still facing her wrists Daisy caught sight of something in the back sit.
“Holy shit.” She gasped.
From the back of the vehicle the seats had been pulled out and inside there was piles of large heavy weapons and fire arms, covering the back of the vehicle and just about reaching to obscure the back window view.
“Is this how we begin?” Daisy asked staring shocked and stunned at the sight before her.
With the engine running, the vehicle not moving and looking ahead her kidnapper replied. “The seeds of totalitarian regimes are nurtured by misery and want.” The Metal Armed Man turned to then look her as she looked to the back of the vehicle. “So yes.”
“Huh.” Daisy said back to him before the vehicle veered to life and her kidnapper drove it forward into the forest in a route only he knew.
In her stomach Daisy had a feeling of dread about what was happen next involving her kidnapper, herself and the motherland of weapons that sat behind them.