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Tuesday, February 16, 2010

CHAPTER 6



CHAPTER 6

Kidnapped

Peace, harmony, relaxation had been really lacking for Ahmed these days, even in dreams. Now, however he was totally loose – just like ghost and he was dreaming not. Three, two, one…opened his eyes and found himself lying on the beside path of old three-store building. Someone behind him that time whom he didn’t see at first, give a slight kick on his synchronically folded legs maybe to check his OK or not. “Salam… I don’t have time to tell you everything now, too risky here…so stand up and follow me…I know what they did to you…” Salam in Arabian meant “peace be upon you” so it made him sure that he the man he was looking for all these strain days and nights…He was a small but mature man over 40, wearing short  brown trousers and green winter jacket with congruous green cap on head. They went more than twenty meter towards the building then suddenly turning left. Man in green stopped beside the garden gates for a second or two and examined the area for any chasings and needless witnesses. Then he looked to Ahmed’s eyes and said…

“Get inside…go strait till you reach your doctor”

“a doctor”

-         Come on, hurry up, we don’t have time…

-         OK…OK- telling he entered the gate moving through narrow path toward building enclosed by tall stone wall but without enclosure from both sides. He just made three-four steps when he felt some liquid or something sprayed on his neck…He again lost his concentration, and falling down uttered “Not again”

 

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All around was in black darkness, only light of birds-eye which made him almost blind…

-         We’ll you talk or not…you beast…what are the plans of Olerob and Bolero, which president you checked yesterday…

-         Unfortunately I don’t not what the heck are you talking about…We better together find the answers to such puzzle question…I swear I know nothing

Two hours of brutal torture, nose and mouse painted with already clotted blood streams,,, now they threatened to pull out his toe nails one-by-one, unless  he talked. But as a matter of fact, he found himself rather brave and enduring amid bloody maniacsome torture…like  he nervous system was ignoring the signals of pain…It would seem crazy…but it was pretty funny for him…

-         How many of you Olerob has…Ha…you pig…You thing you’re smarter ha…you see what I have on my head- it was sort of cap in shape of disc with different metal things and electronic panel on it giving out crazy reflections of green, blue, orange and white.- these is a anti-penetration shield…you can no how penetrate my memories now…

-         Penetrate your what…what a scrap are you talking…your memories…who you think am i…

-         OK..thats the last straw…At least, we were going to kill you eventually…- coming near bound on chair Ahmed touched the pistol on his forehead… “Say good by to your Bolero you stubborn ass” he was already going to pull the trigger when all premises got beset with green steam-some matters what he saw when working in grocery…Shootings and sounds of falling bodies…Gas made him dizzy…He only felt strange armed men on unforeseen uniform unbound him and carried on their hand in a run like mama caries her sleeping baby when house is in fire

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