Owen knew when he was being mocked, voice scrambler or no. “Yes. There will.” He doubled down on his promise to enforce his threats of consequences.
Well now Owen knew two things about the other person on the line. They were at least bilingual, now switching easily into German. And they were keen on keeping Anita oblivious, which was what Owen wanted. They wouldn’t have switched to German if they didn’t care to conceal their intent from Anita, or any passers-by, for that matter. For now Anita seemed safe. As safe as one could be in the hands of a kidnapper.
He found no reason to indulge them by switching to German. They were already dictating too much. He kept it to English but only had a chance to say, “That’s not how this is going to work - you will return Anita - “ he was going to finish with ‘without harming her,’ but the line went dead.
Owen cussed, yelling, “Fuck!” and picked up the nearest object - a stapler - and threw it blindly in a fit of rage. The poor stapler flew into the bookshelf across the room opening upon impact and rained down links of staples onto the carpet as it fell. It wasn’t enough. Owen kicked the desk chair, flipping it onto its back. He wasn’t thinking about all the noise he was making and whether it would alarm Julianna. He wasn’t thinking yet. Freaking out was the prequel to his thinking process. He needed an outlet for the panic. To release the nervous energy before he could calmly assess what to do. Nevermind anything else.
He felt a little better after battering the stapler and chair. His thoughts were flying. Did they not know how a ransom worked? There were ground rules, negotiations, agreements. It was supposed to be neat and tidy. Ransoms, blackmail, extortion. It wasn’t fun, but they were manageable. Deals could be struck. He'd done it so many times. It was supposed to be simple. They hadn’t made any real demands. Money? Intel? Weapons? What did they want? Maybe they just didn’t care how these things were supposed to go. Which worried Owen. It felt….personal.
In fact, he only demand they made was for - him. So, he was the price, then? Fine. Come alone? The fucking fool, did they think he was an idiot? That would be like showing up to a gunfight armed with a spork.
Owen picked up his Blackberry. Flipping through his recent contacts he found the Major General, his right hand. “Come on Katanya you better take my fucking call.” He was saying as it rang.
Well now Owen knew two things about the other person on the line. They were at least bilingual, now switching easily into German. And they were keen on keeping Anita oblivious, which was what Owen wanted. They wouldn’t have switched to German if they didn’t care to conceal their intent from Anita, or any passers-by, for that matter. For now Anita seemed safe. As safe as one could be in the hands of a kidnapper.
He found no reason to indulge them by switching to German. They were already dictating too much. He kept it to English but only had a chance to say, “That’s not how this is going to work - you will return Anita - “ he was going to finish with ‘without harming her,’ but the line went dead.
Owen cussed, yelling, “Fuck!” and picked up the nearest object - a stapler - and threw it blindly in a fit of rage. The poor stapler flew into the bookshelf across the room opening upon impact and rained down links of staples onto the carpet as it fell. It wasn’t enough. Owen kicked the desk chair, flipping it onto its back. He wasn’t thinking about all the noise he was making and whether it would alarm Julianna. He wasn’t thinking yet. Freaking out was the prequel to his thinking process. He needed an outlet for the panic. To release the nervous energy before he could calmly assess what to do. Nevermind anything else.
He felt a little better after battering the stapler and chair. His thoughts were flying. Did they not know how a ransom worked? There were ground rules, negotiations, agreements. It was supposed to be neat and tidy. Ransoms, blackmail, extortion. It wasn’t fun, but they were manageable. Deals could be struck. He'd done it so many times. It was supposed to be simple. They hadn’t made any real demands. Money? Intel? Weapons? What did they want? Maybe they just didn’t care how these things were supposed to go. Which worried Owen. It felt….personal.
In fact, he only demand they made was for - him. So, he was the price, then? Fine. Come alone? The fucking fool, did they think he was an idiot? That would be like showing up to a gunfight armed with a spork.
Owen picked up his Blackberry. Flipping through his recent contacts he found the Major General, his right hand. “Come on Katanya you better take my fucking call.” He was saying as it rang.
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