“Hi Hon” She said as Tom answered.
“Hey beautiful, what's up?”
This was going to be hard for her, so hard, she didn't really know what to say, so just kept it vague and simple. She was hoping that when they had all done whatever they had to do that they could come back and salvage what was left, re-unite with their loved ones. She had convinced herself this wouldn't be forever.
“I have to go away for a while” She said holding back the tears, “But I will be coming back”
Tom was stunned into silence, this was completely out of the blue.
“Away? Where?” He said, finally regaining the use of his vocal chords.
“I can't say. I wish I could. I'll come back for you, trust me on that please” She said, unable to fight back the tears any longer.
Tom didn't understand and started objecting to what she was saying, she must have been joking. The last week had been tough on everyone, and they had got through it without being surrendered to the Elite, there was no need for her to go anywhere. He continued objecting, Gina's tears gaining strength, all the while saying 'sorry' over and over again.
There were five solid spaced out knocks at the door, and she knew what that meant. She apologised once more, told him she loved him and to wait for him, his objections turning to anger on the other side of the phone. She disconnected the call and walked towards the front door. Her phone began ringing; it was Tom frantically trying to get through. She had already said more than she should have done and couldn't say any more, so with a heavy heart turned her phone off and swung the door open. Three guards greeted her, the tallest one checking her identification and informing her to follow him. The other two guards went inside to quickly collect the containers and they all made their way to a silver armoured vehicle, the back door already open.
“You'll need to sit in the back where you can't be detected” The first guard said to Gina as he rudely shoved her in, closely followed by the containers.
“Well thank you for your assistance” Gina snapped at the guard.
“You're welcome” He replied, completely oblivious to the concept of sarcasm.
Uttering no more words the doors were then closed on her, and she sat there semi-illuminated and sitting on a bench on the right-hand side. The engine roared to life with a rocking motion that almost threw Gina back out the door, and the vehicle started its journey. Gina grabbed the seatbelt that was next to her and wrapped it around her tightly.
It was a wise decision.
It was ten minutes in when the ride got even bumpier and the vehicle seemed to be racing faster and faster, round sharp bends and on what felt like just two wheels. They really should slow down she thought, who taught these guys to drive? They were ten minutes into the journey when Victor said he saw something odd.
“I swear we're being followed” He said.
“What can you see?” asked Lukas as he concentrated on the road ahead.
“There's a black car, it's been with us for the last five minutes. Every turn we make, they do the same. It could be nothing but my gut is telling me something is off” Victor replied.
Lukas glanced in the rear-view mirror and saw the black car.
“Keep an eye on it guys” Lukas instructed.
“Shit” cried Evrim grabbing his rifle, “I think I can see some kind of weapon”.
The sleek black car behind accelerated closer to them, and what looked like two barrels of a gun seemed to be protruding from the bottom of it.
“What the hell kind of car is that?” Lukas asked, “You'd better step on it Vic”
They hadn't seen a car quite like this before. It was so sleek that it made your eyes glide off the surface, making it almost seem invisible. The guns mounted at the front seemed hi-tech, not something you normally saw. It must have been some secret black-ops Technology that the Elite now had control of.
“I'd like to know how they knew to follow us” Victor said, putting his foot down on the accelerator.
He took a swift turn to try and lose them but to no avail. The sleek machine was still closing in on them, the barrels of its guns seeming to get larger and larger with every closing metre. He turned again, then another turn straight after, quickly trying to shake it off, but it continued to give chase. There was now no doubt in their minds, it was definitely following them. They knew when they were recruited that something like this could have been a possibility, but deep down they had hoped it wouldn't happen. They were prepared to do whatever it took to get their cargo to safety; that was their mission. They were all war veterans, they had served together before, and then after leaving the army they had all taken private security work. That's what led them to this job, and they were thankful it did, because if they were in any other job
