The Project!

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       The man strolled down the street, the cold November moonlight illuminating his plain black suit and briefcase. Suddenly there was a flash of light and someone ran over bundling the man into the back of an ordinary black van, knocking him out as they did so.

        The man woke up ten minutes later with his arms tied and tape over his mouth preventing him from moving or shouting for help.

       Without warning the van stopped and the man flew the length of the van hitting his head off the door just before it flew open filling the van with a blinding white light. The man looks up at another man with short, black hair and a sinister look in his cold, grey eyes.

        “Get out of the van Steve!” he ordered. Steve looked around as if hoping to find help. None was there. He was trapped. The man grabbed Steve as he jumped from the van shoving him towards a chair in the middle of an empty cellar filled only with a table and two hard backed chairs, which were right next to each other.

       “Sit” he growled, forcing Steve into the chair.

“I’m going to ask you a question and you are going to answer .Capische?” He asked. Steve nodded apprehensively. He leaned forward and ripped the tape from Steve’s mouth.

“What is the project that your organisation is currently working on?”

“I…I don’t know what you are talking about.” Steve answered.

WHACK! The man had picked up an ashtray and hit Steve with it, causing warm blood to flow down Steve’s face.

“Tell me NOW!” he screamed. From the look in Steve’s eyes he could see it had the desired effect.

“O…ok, we have been developing a weapon for the government which will probably make our army the ultimate force in the world.” Steve whispered his body shaking with fear. The man stood up slowly leaving the room, slamming the door behind himself, leaving Steve alone in the empty cell, clearly regretting that he had given away the secret.

 

     Then he fell unconscious.

 

     Steve woke up a few hours later in a hospital bed, with his boss Joe O’Neill sitting next to the bed with a curtain surrounding them both.

“What happened?” Steve questioned him.

“When the rescue team found you were unconscious and had a fractured skull,” Joe replied.

“Thanks for saving me.” He whispered.

“What did you tell them?”

“Everything, I’m so sorry, I thought he was going to kill me.” Steve whispered.

“You had no choice, I understand.” Then he stood up and left the room.

 

Two days later Steve was allowed to leave the hospital. He packed the clothes Joe had brought for him, his head still in extreme pain from the wound in his head, and left making a beeline for work determined to make up for his mistake.

    Five minutes later he walked into the building and caught the elevator just as the door was sliding shut.

    “Ding!” the doors flew apart, revealing a room amidst a wave of chaos.

“Excu…?” Steve tried to ask wanting to see what was happening; everyone was too preoccupied to take any interest in him. Joe walked over to him his face bright red looking as though he hadn’t slept in days.

“Our blueprints have disappeared” he gasped.

“Oh No” Steve exclaimed the look on his face revealing just how guilty he was feeling.

“Its my fault”, he said the fear in his eyes indicating that he already knew they weren’t going to be found.

 

“Sir!” someone screamed. The room fell silent. A short, bespectacled man(no older than Steve) ran over, a tape in his hand and a fearful look on his face.

“We’ve just been sent a video labelled to you” he handed it over and ran away again, the noise in the room rising as he disappeared back into the chaos.

Joe turned to Steve

“Come with me” then he stepped into the elevator, Steve following at his heels. Twenty seconds later they were on the top floor sitting at Joe’s desk as the image from the tape came into focus.

 

The image on the screen was of the man who had kidnapped and interrogated Steve

 

“I have taken the blueprints for your ‘project’ and if I am not paid £150 million by midnight tonight I will sell them to the highest bidder and then, who knows?”

An empty silence gripped the room.

“I cant believe it” Steve whispered.

“We’ve been trying to locate him since we found you; we found where he’s hiding about ten minutes ago, mow we must catch him.” Joe said.

“Let me go” Steve pleaded

“What if you blow it?”

“I won’t”

 

Joe then revealed the location and left the office throwing car keys to Steve as he did.

 

A few minutes later Steve sprinted out of the building, towards the company car. Five minutes later he was speeding through the town in the businesses Bentley.

 

The car screeched to a halt at the beach half an hour later. A small, wooden house, was just within viewing distance. Steve walked towards the house, careful to avoid being seen and walked up the seaweed covered steps to the front door.

 

Steve slowly slid open the door and tiptoed down the hallway moving towards a room at the opposite end, with voices echoing from within. “Smash!” something hit him from behind, knocking him unconscious yet again.

 

Steve woke up on the kitchen floor with the two men standing over him menacingly. The man who had kidnapped him, and as he turned to look at the oher , his face went ghostly white.

“You!” he gasped

 

It was Joe!

 

“Why?” Steve questioned

“Money “Joe replied shrugging his shoulders

“Why’d you need me?”

“Couldn’t have me being suspected, could we now?”

“I trusted you”

“That’s also why I picked you, your very trusting, I knew you’d believe me.”

The other man spoke.

“Hurry Up!”

“Sorry Steve” Joe mumbled. Then he turned picking up something from the table and spinning back round.

“Bang!”

 

Steve looked down, blood was flowing from his chest, his breath slowly diminishing, and then he lost consciousness for the final time.

The End

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