““We can’t let you see where we are going, so you need to be hooded. We know your accelerated metabolism will clear out any sedatives we put in you, so you get to wear a hood. Makes sense, we always hood birds of prey we keep before we send them out,” Colonel Bankes said after he pulled the black hood down over her eyes. Sonja remained silent as she was pulled to her feet and dragged out of the SUV and up the stairway into the small jet. She was shoved into one of the seats and belted ...in. The seat under her felt like leather, or leather substitute. It was too cushy and well-padded to be an airline seat, so that meant she was on a private jet. She felt someone brush past her and sit down to her right, and then the air move next to her left as another large body sat down on the other side. So, she had two armed guards next to her at the very least. She heard the sound of Russell’s feet being dragged across the carpeted floor towards the back of the plane and unceremoniously dumped on the floor. She knew in the back of her head that he would be alright. She flipped through her mental rolodex for which potential black site Bankes was taking them. There was not much in the way of escape in the middle of the Pacific, but if they were lucky, there was one in Okinawa. She felt the plane beginning to taxi along the runway before takeoff. Sonja shifted a little in her seat and decided to bide her time. “Hey, I wouldn’t try anything if I were you.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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