Book TRK
What Do We Do?
An aeroplane landed at Jora City’s international airport at 2PM. Students of age 17 and 18 could be seen stepping down from the airport. Amidst all these students was Birdie and her bestfriend, Serafina. Serafina had already clocked eighteen while Birdie would clock eighteen the following day.
As they walked alongside other students to the bus that would take them to the hotel, both friends discussed about various things, some of which were Birdie’s experiences here at Jora. Afterall, she once lived in Jora City with her parents. She may be young then but she still remembered their culture and their way of life.
That night, all the students lodged at the hotel. Around 10PM in the evening, a man walked towards the receptionist and dropped a backpack of cash on the table, “you won’t make these money even if you work hard your entire life.”
The receptionist unzipped the backpack and saw loads of money, his eyes widened, “what service may I render you, sir?”
He took the backpack of money away from him and said, “I heard that a school from England brought their college students here for excursion?”
“Yes, sir. BrockenBri College at England brought their students here for excursion.” The receptionist answered.
“I need the names of all the students that were lodged here.”
The receptionist was taken aback by his request, he was reluctant to do it so the man before him brought out a bundle of cash and tossed it to him, “it’s yours.”
The man saw how huge the bundle of cash is, this was more than his six months salary.
“Actually, I may just give you everything if your information is useful,” he added.
The receptionist thought, if he can have this money as his own, all he has to do is escape this city and go to live a happy life elsewhere.
“May I ask what you need it for, sir?” He asked.
“Hand over my money back, it seems you like poverty,” the man before him stretched his hand in an attempt to collect the money he gave him back.
How could he return it? This was a way for him to become rich, the receptionist thought to himself and then hand over the list containing all the students name and the rooms they lodge at to this stranger. While observing him to see what he plans on using the information for.
The stranger’s eyes suddenly widened, he handed over the list back to the receptionist and then the backpack, “it’s all yours.”
“Oh my days! Am I dreaming?”
“Turn off all the CCTV camera in the building for another fifteen minutes, I also need the lights to be turned off for that same period.” The stranger commanded.
The receptionist was nervous as he didn’t know what this strange man wanted to do. Should he just run away? He contemplated.
“But you don’t have a plan of bombing this place, do you?” The receptionist had several negative thoughts going through his mind.
“No, I am here for someone and I already know what room the person is. I just need to get the person without anyone knowing. Now get to work.” The stranger commanded.
The receptionist nodded and contacted those in charge of the CCTV cameras and those in charge of the light. He knew there would be consequences for his actions so as soon as the CCTV camera was turned off and the lights were off, he waited for the stranger before him to leave before he fled the building with the backpack.
Whereas, the stranger began to walk towards Birdie’s room, this stranger was Guthred. Although ten years had passed, the twelve princes had not stopped searching for Ragnar Marshall’s whereabout. They were even ready to search for his whereabout for the rest of their lives, afterall, the crown of Maridonna’s kingdom depends on that singular task- Finding Ragnar Marshall and his family.
When Guthred got before Birdie’s room, he used the tools with him to unlock the door, he was welcomed by the screams of two girls. He was only in need of one but he couldn’t afford to leave the other. At the end, he was able to make both girls loose consciousness.
He carried the both of them on his shoulders and began to walk downstairs, soon, he got to his car and placed both of them at the booth of his car. All these while, everywhere was dark. When he was about to start the car, he saw some cars drove in, and the men who stepped down from the car began to demand that the light be put off.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.
Guthred simply started his car and drove out of the premises of the hotel.
When the light turned on again, many cop’s cars could be seen in the premises alongside Ottar and Beocca’s car. Ottar and Beocca ran to the receptionist office but they only met other junior staffs and not the main receptionist. At the end of their efforts to locate Birdie, they found out she had been taken away.
“Oh my days! What do we tell Ragnar?” Ottar asked.
“Don’t call Ragnar Marshall yet, he’s at England and can’t do anything at this point since he’s not here. I’m sure Birdie is kidnapped by men of Maridonna, we just need to get to the seaport and stop them from taking Birdie out of the city.”
Ottar agreed. Soon, Ottar was driving as fast as he could while Beocca just sat at the seat beside Ottar. They were both worried. Ragnar Marshall had made it their duty to protect Birdie but they just failed. They both knew Ragnar Marshall hated failure.
When they got to the seaport, they were told that no ships had left the seaport to Maridonna in the past one month cause it was summer. There were numerous storms in the sea that could make a ship capsize during these period.
Beocca sighed in relief, “that means Birdie is still in the city, we must find her.”
“I’ll contact my men to get to work, do the same too,” Ottar said to Beocca.
“Sure.” Beocca responded.
Whereas, Serafina woke up to find herself in a strange room, when her mind trailed back to how a stranger suddenly appeared in their hotel room, her heart skipped. While looking around the room, she sighted Birdie who was still asleep beside her.
She tapped her repeatedly and when she woke, she screamed in fear. “Where are we?” Serafina asked her. Afterall, she knew Birdie knows more about Jora City than her.
“We have been kidnapped,” Birdie stood from the bed and walked quickly to the door of the room, all her attempt to open the door was futile.
Serafina began to cry, “Birdie, what do we do? Whom do we offend?”
Birdie remembered her mom’s warning, Brigitta didn’t want her to come but she was stubborn. Is this where she will celebrate her eighteenth birthday? Birdie was sad but couldn’t afford to cry. She must find a way to escape this place.