Chapter 14: Trusted

Chapter 14: Trusted

We were driving along Potsdamer Platz now. The man at the driver's seat of the car had his eyes focused on the road. The girl and the other saviour was in the back seat with me. " So, why'd you come save me?" I asked the girl. " We were sent by an anonymous caller." She said. " Well, obviously you know me, but still, I don't know any of you. Heck you could even be a different set of kidnappers." I said. " Well, we saved you, didn't we?" Said the girl. " Yeah but I was hoping for a proper introduction." I said. " Well, uh," Said the man beside the girl. " I'm Angela. Angela Deth." Said the girl. " This is my brother, Donovan Deth and the driver is Anon. Well, actually we don't know his real name. Anon us short for 'anonymous'. He doesn't talk much." Said the girl. " Okay, so how do I know you're not an enemy?" I said. " Don't think of us that way," Said Angela. She took my hand. " Were friends. You're with friends. Not enemies." She said. " Trust us." She said. I was a little skeptical but there was something about her that made me cast aside this feeling of skepticism. " Alright. You've garnered my trust in you all. Where are we going?" I asked. Anon seemingly half smiled as I said that. " Somewhere." He said. His voice was deep and gravelly. The voice sent chills down my spine. " Well he's definitely earned his nickname. He's anonymous."

A little later we were headed to a part of the Berlin Wall that was still standing. It was chipped so badly that I thought that it was gonna crumble when we stopped the car. " Get out first. I'll go park the car." Said Anon. We got out of the car and closed the doors. Then, Anon drove away. Angela walked and Donovan walked toward the wall fragment. I followed suit. Angela knocked on the wall as if it was a door. There was an answering knock from the other side. Then a man appeared from behind the wall. " Name?" He asked. " Deth, Angela. Returning from a recent retrieval  mission." She said. " Come in." Said the man. Then we followed him to the back of the wall. He opened a hidden trapdoor in the ground. There was a staircase leading underground in the trapdoor. We walked down the steps. What lay before us was a long dimly lit tunnel. Its walls were made of concrete painted white. We walked through the tunnel.  The trapdoor above us closed shut. " Were on our own now." Said Angela. We walked through the hallway in silence. There were a few iron doors on the walls. " This used to be a bomb shelter for the Nazis." Said Donovan. " Before the Berlin Wall was raised, the Nazis used this place as a bomb shelter. When the wall came up, it was abandoned. Some of the west Berliners used this tunnel to escape to east Berlin. But now, we use it." He said. We reached the end of the hallway. Another trapdoor was above us. Angela knocked on it. The trapdoor opened. Anon was on the other side. " Welcome aboard." He said. We stepped into the space above us. We were in what appeared to be an office. " Don't be fooled. everyone in this room has a weapon concealed under their desks. This is no office." Said Angela. They walked toward a vending machine in the back of the room. I followed them. Angela pressed a series of buttons on the vending machine. Then, the vending machine slid sideways on a hidden track to reveal an iron blast door. A can of coke slid out of the dispensing end of the machine. Angela took the can. " Well, the door still has problems." She said. She opened the can and drank the coke. We went through the door. We were in a separate room which had six doors on the left and right walls. There was a counter at the far wall. An old man in a business suit and glasses was behind the counter.  He looked up as we approached the counter. He had a white beard and moustache that practically concealed his mouth. He had dark blue eyes. We stopped in front of the counter. He looked at us with those mysterious dark eyes. There was something about those eyes that made him look a little off. Like he murdered someone. " Name?" He said, his voice hoarse and raspy. " Dad, do yo have to be so formal with your own son and daughter?" Said Angela. He stared at her with those cold eyes. " Yes. As a matter of fact I do. A father who works at the candy store is one thing, but a father who works here is another thing. You should know that by now, Angela." He said. This was something interesting. Her father actually works here. " Name. Now." Said the old man, pointing a bony finger at me. " He's Gregory Wolfe. We just retrieved him, sir." Said Anon. The man opened a big black book and went through it. " Ah, here we are. So, Lamb sent you?" Said the old man. " Yes, sir. Diana Lamb has some plans for him." Said Anon. Well, now I'm wondering what exactly are those plans of his. " If Lamb sent you in for this, that means she wants the catch very badly. Either that or she's on your case." Said the old man. He laughed. " Whatever. Which way?" Said Anon. " Room 333. That way." Said the old man, pointing toward a door with the numbers 333 painted in white on the black door. " Thanks." Said Anon. We walked toward the door. " I wouldn't go through that door very often if I were you." Said the man. " That room tends to bring back the past." He said. " Silence sich. Sie machen zu viel Lärm." I said without even knowing I spoke. The old man raised an eyebrow. " Where's he from? Germany?" He asked. " Actually, he's Irish." Said Angela. " Well, he just said something in German." Said the old man. Anon looked at me suspiciously. " Well, honestly, we have no idea of his origins." Said Angela.Then we opened the door.

We entered the room. It was an office room. There was a large window covered by drapes. There was a portrait of a man with a cane hanging on the wall. A woman was sitting behind a desk on her chair, her face obscured by the shadows. The room was dark. There were two other people standing next to the desk. The door closed behind us. " Welcome back." She said. " So, how was the mission?" She asked. " Difficult as usual." Said Anon. I saw her eyes. Dark blue eyes. They were trained on Anon at first. But then, her gaze shifted upon me. " Are you sure this is him?" She asked. " Of course." said Anon. " I want to see what he can do. Guards, apprehend him." she said. The two men standing near the desk sprang into action. They quickly caught me in a grapple. " Squeeze him." Said the figure to the guard holding me. The guard squeezed the air out of my lungs. I felt the other guard hit me on the head. Then, I blacked out.
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I woke up in the same room but the arrangement of things was different. Everything was broken and put in an awkward position. Then I noticed the blood. Everywhere. The guards, well, they're mincemeat. Literally. I scanned the room for the three agents that brought me in. I saw Anon and Donovan. they were unconscious. I didn't see Angela. A wall had been turned to rubble. Then I saw her hand poking out from the rubble. " Oh no." I said to myself. I dug frantically through the rubble. I pulled her out. I checked her pulse. I breathed a sigh of relief. Still alive. The figure was still on her chair. She was smiling. " Well done." She said. " You've killed my best guards." She said. " Come now, why the serious face? Celebrate victory." She said. " Victory? You call my curse victory? There is no glory in ending a life. This is no victory." I said. " Oh, but it is, my boy." She said. Then I was knocked unconscious when someone hit me on the head from behind.