Brielle found herself on a plane, wrists and ankles swiftly bound as soon as she boarded, and Ricardo received the same treatment. The aircraft seemed eerily empty, just them, their captor, and a void of any other presence.
Where were they being taken?
She glanced at Ricardo, noting his furrowed brow, mirroring her own unease. Suddenly, the plane jolted, caught in turbulence before nosediving alarmingly. Yet, both Brielle and Ricardo remained calm, not letting panic take hold until the plane stabilized. Peering outside, darkness swallowed everything beyond the plane's lights, suggesting they might be flying over an ocean.
At one point, their captor offered a meal, briefly freeing their hands. The journey felt endless, hunger gnawing at them until the plane finally began its descent after what seemed like an eternity.
As the aircraft plunged again, the cabin filled with a deliberate fog, not of natural origin. Brielle and Ricardo feigned unconsciousness, a tactic they had prepared for. In the days leading up to this, they had fortified themselves against such scenarios. Brielle had even taken a painful injection to keep her alert through any ordeal, enduring a week of relentless pain. Not to be outdone, Ricardo took two doses, ensuring they were merely playing possum.
Brielle's driving force was clear—to help King eliminate a vile old adversary.
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