01-17-2018, 02:50 PM
A grip on his arm blindly led him elsewhere. Jay kept his head down in case he caught a flash of his feet. Even a small hint of what was happening could be useful. He overheard the officer confirm his own name and passport ID with another male, presumably the one that he was being handed off to. Alright. So this wasn't some kind of hostage situation. Nobody asked him for anything. In fact, none of the officers even spoke to him. He wasn't treated particularly rough, though someone shoved his head into another vehicle. Dirty cops, maybe? Corruption wasn't unknown. But hell, Jay had nothing. What could they want out of him? Okay, he did have some money saved up, but most of his paycheck was sent back home anyway. The only thing he had was proximity to more powerful people than himself. People like Danjou and Natalie. Alistair couldn't know the identity of his attackers, let alone arrange this kind of captivity so fast.
Then there was Nox. Atharim. That whole entanglement back on the street involved Atharim. Dorian was involved to some extent. Alvis knew of their existence, enough to remain wary and dole out mercy kills. The Atharim and the police. Jay's mind raced to figure out the connection. How could they know he was going to show up? Had confessing to the crime flagged some sort of corrupt system and told the cops they had a vulnerable channeler on hand? An easy target to execute? Jay's worry deepened. He was handcuffed and blinded. A cord cinched the cloth around his throat. There was no tossing it off his head even if he won a moment's freedom to try. He had to get out of the handcuffs. He had to have use of his hands. If so, he was as good as free.
But how? He wracked his brain. If he had any sort of tool, he could do it. A pin. A shim. A toothpick. There were shoelaces on his boots, but little good they did him if he couldn't reach that far down. His shoulders already began to throb.
It had to be Atharim. How else to explain the reroute? The ones that got away from attacking Nox decided they were going to pick off an easier target? Jay's expression fell to the darkness tightening his chest. Spineless assholes. Fine. Let them try. He had no intention of dying tonight. Not without a good fight anyway. Maybe take one or two of them down with him.
Then there was Nox. Atharim. That whole entanglement back on the street involved Atharim. Dorian was involved to some extent. Alvis knew of their existence, enough to remain wary and dole out mercy kills. The Atharim and the police. Jay's mind raced to figure out the connection. How could they know he was going to show up? Had confessing to the crime flagged some sort of corrupt system and told the cops they had a vulnerable channeler on hand? An easy target to execute? Jay's worry deepened. He was handcuffed and blinded. A cord cinched the cloth around his throat. There was no tossing it off his head even if he won a moment's freedom to try. He had to get out of the handcuffs. He had to have use of his hands. If so, he was as good as free.
But how? He wracked his brain. If he had any sort of tool, he could do it. A pin. A shim. A toothpick. There were shoelaces on his boots, but little good they did him if he couldn't reach that far down. His shoulders already began to throb.
It had to be Atharim. How else to explain the reroute? The ones that got away from attacking Nox decided they were going to pick off an easier target? Jay's expression fell to the darkness tightening his chest. Spineless assholes. Fine. Let them try. He had no intention of dying tonight. Not without a good fight anyway. Maybe take one or two of them down with him.
Only darkness shows you the light.