The small heap, which used to be a bright-eyed young lady, remained there on the floor, motionless. The temperature in the small, unventilated room continued to rise. What Jessica didn’t notice was that from under the door to the outside, a non-lethal amount of noxious gas was being slowly inserted into the room. From a tiny camera, attached to a wire inserted underneath the opening, two men outside took their first view of the room.
“All I can see is a little girl lying on the floor,” the one man said to the other, “It must be Caleb’s daughter. What is she doing here?”
“Let me take a look,” the other man said, taking hold of the smartphone that was wirelessly connected to the video feed coming over the line.
Alistair couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He had been planning this attack for several weeks, going through all the possible scenarios. This was just not one of them.
“Go on, open the door,” Alistair said to Frasier, his partner. “We have come all this way. We are not about to back off now!”
Frasier, taking heed from his more powerful associate, picked the insecure lock on the door and pushed his way inside. Both men were wearing protective gas masks, so as not to be affected by the fumes. Alistair motioned to Frasier to close the door behind them and he did just that.
To be continued…