“Again, officer Montoya.” Said the man who was dressed in a suit, “Tell us what you saw again.”
“I told you already, me and my partner walked in to the house and saw a blood bath.” Montoya said, “Now if you don’t mind, let me go, or I’ll file charges for kidnapping.”
A knock came from a metal door that looked gray. There was no glass for someone to spy on from the other side. Her arms rested on the table that had her handcuffed to it. She felt more and more like a victim and not an officer. The door swung open, and a woman dressed in what appeared to be a fancy dress. She stood six feet tall with a pixie haircut. She was an older woman and looked to be of Middle Eastern descent. Her black hair was curly and had pearls that hung off it. Her peach dress was adorned with a white fox that hung around her shoulders. Black stockings matched her high heels, and she came in with a presence that scared Montoya to her core.
"Well, officer, this will only take a minute.” Said the woman, "Officers, please step out. I need to have a chat with her in private.”
“And who are you, ma’am?” Montoya managed to say, after she composed herself, “Can I get these cuffs removed?”
Montoya lifted her wrists, and the silver metal hung from them. The chain rattled as she spun it around her wrist. The women motioned for her release. The officer hesitated as his hands froze for the keys.
“Well, the young lady is waiting.” Said the woman, “For god's sake, just give me the fucking key, and I’ll do it.”
She took the key from the officer with her left hand. He was about to speak when the lady shot him a look that left him stunned. All color drained from his face as she walked to the table and began to unlock her. The cuffs fell to the metal table as she rubbed her reddened and sore wrists.
“For god's sake, what the hell have they done to you?” She questioned her, “I am going to seriously have a talk with the person in charge.”
"Well, to be fair, I wasn’t very cooperative.” Montoya said.
“That doesn’t fucking give them the excuse to beat a helpless young lady.” The older woman said, “Come with me, or would you like to stay with these fucking animals?”
Montoya was still running her wrists when the woman walked through the door. Her heels could be heard echoing off the floor and walls. She stood up, walked to the door, and walked to catch up to the old lady. She walked through the main doors, where a black helicopter was ready to take off. The lady was standing next to it and boarding the helicopter. Montoya walked up to the whirlwind beneath the rotational blades. They spun around the metallic body that had black powder spraying along the body. A company logo with green and yellow markings that looked like a cow and rabbit. Montoya walked to the door and stepped on board. She found a seat facing what looked like a "friend." She buckled herself in, and a crew member closed the door. The helicopter’s blades spun faster and started to lift the craft. Montoya’s stomach felt like it was about to fly out of her body. A white bag was handed to her from an arm that was beginning to wrinkle.
"Here, take this; I don’t want to have to smell it all the way to our destination.” The woman said it coldly.
"Huh, thanks, I guess.” Montoya said as she took the bag, “So where are we going? And who exactly are you?”
"Well, if you want to know, my name is Ghada Roa.” She said, “Our destination is still something I should keep to myself. Now if there is nothing else going to take a nap, don’t wake me up.”
She crossed her arms across her chest and closed her eyes. The helicopter dipped and rose quickly. Montoya’s stomach turned and flipped in her gut; she could feel herself getting sick. She held the white bag to her mouth and emptied her stomach of its contents. She spit the remainder of the food from her mouth into the bag and closed it. She tossed the bag into an airtight trash can and took a few more bags to keep on standby just in case.
The helicopter flew at an airspeed of one hundred and eighty knots. They flew fast and low, close to the deck. The blue ocean was reflecting the rising sun. The glinting water sparkled off the surface. The crew has flown over three hundred miles and is now on an island far from the mainland of the United States. The island was a private territory owned by Thundering Technology. The island itself was found right in the middle of the Devil’s Triangle. The waters around the island made travel by ship impossible. The turbulent winds thrashed the black metal bird as it dodged enormous waves that stood twenty-five feet tall. The white foamy curl touched the bottom of the helicopter’s metal landing legs. A bright magenta light shown from the inside of the craft made its way towards the outside. It encompassed the helicopter and was once again flying as if nothing was happening. Ghada Roa was now awake and had cast the protective barrier. Montoya had fallen asleep, with drool beginning to fall from her right cheek. She jumped up as if someone had jabbed a sharp knife in her brain.
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“What the fuck was that?” Montoya shouted as she looked around.
“We are here; now look outside.” Ghada said, “And for god's sake, wipe that spit off your cheek.”
“Oh, sorry.” Montoya said as she used her right hand to wipe her spit.
“Come now; we have landed.” Ghada said sternly.
Ghada was unbuckled and had the door opened before the attendants could open it. The older woman jumped to the ground and lowered her upper torso. She walked to an underground hatch five feet from the cement landing pad on top of the building. The wind blew forcefully, almost threatening to rip the dress she was wearing. To Montoya’s surprise, her dress blew with a slight hint of a breeze. When Montoya walked out, she felt the cold chill and the threatening wind. She eased off the door and quickly walked to the hatch. The silver hatch was gleaming from the sun that was hanging over her head. She saw the intricate design of what looked to her to be a family crest. She held the latch and turned it; the door popped open, and she entered. She grabbed the metal round ladder and climbed down. She climbed three stories and saw the old woman standing next to a door. She jumped to the floor and let out an exhausted sigh. She looked up and saw that the roof was only eight feet high. She immediately looked at Ghada.
“What the hell? I’m exhausted as hell and feel like I climbed three stories.” Montoya said, "Please tell me I’m just seeing things.”
“You can say that is an optical illusion,” Ghada said.
Montoya walked to Ghada, who was now walking towards the entrance. Montoya quickly walked to her side. They entered the door and saw a vast room with people at computer stations. It reminded her of the movie where an astronaut was lost in space. Space Command was eventually able to safely return the astronauts to Earth. She walked in behind the older woman, and they walked to the back of the room into a smaller office. There was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a bag of chips and a soda can on a table.
“Go ahead and eat; I’m sure you’re hungry.” Ghada said, “I will be back in a few hours. Stay here until someone gets you okay.”
Ghada turned around at once and left. Montoya went to the table and looked around; there seemed to be a fridge, a sink, a microwave, and a cork board. To her, this looked to be like a break room. She stood up and saw a fully stocked fridge. Montoya also saw that behind her was also a vending machine filled with lots of goodies. Pulling the chair out from the table, she sat in the plastic blue chair. Pulling out a sandwich that had ham, lettuce, mustard, onion, and cheese. A bag of Lays chips was opened. The smell of the intoxicating fried potato with salt hit her senses and made her mouth water. She took a chip and placed it in her mouth to satisfy her taste buds. Reaching for the soda can, a man stepped in. He was wearing a black cloak with what looked like funny-looking robes. He had a wooden walking stick that was about half a foot taller than him. The walking stick had a purple crystal that glowed. The cloaked man was about seven feet tall. He had a very low voice when he held his hand to her.
“Hello, welcome to our facility. My name is Maxwell Shawcross.” Maxwell said, “You can call me Max. Come with me; there are things we need to go over with you.”
“Ok, but first, why the hell am I here?” Montoya said frustratingly, “I have a job to get back to.”
“You are here because of certain circumstances that happened that night.” Maxwell said, “We believe the events of that night were manipulated into making you see what you wanted to see.”
“What are you talking about?” Montoya asked, “We responded, and my partner shot himself. There was nothing more.”
"Yes, you say that, but your expression tells a different story.” Maxwell said as he stopped and turned around, "Here, this is good enough.”
They had entered a large, stadium-sized room. The empty room had a seat and nothing more. The enormous room remained her of the concert sphere in Las Vegas. He walked Montoya to the chair and let go of his stick. It stood there, unassisted, the entire time. She looked over at him and smiled.
“Nice trick, now where is the wire?” Montoya said, “Or is there a hole in the ground?”
“Take a look yourself.” Maxwell said this and gestured to the staff.
“It smells so fragrant, like.” Montoya said she was captivated by the scent the staff was giving off.
Montoya kept taking such huge huffs of fragrant air that her head started to feel light. Her vision started to become fuzzy, and she saw a double of everything. Extending an arm to the staff, she stumbled as she tried to make it back to her chair. Maxwell caught her before she fell down to the concrete floor. He escorted her to the chair and strapped her in. She groggily tried to fight against the restraints. He walked to his staff and chanted a spell. The dark green emerald, which looked like a mass of crystals growing from each other like rock candy, He had three arms growing from one small boulder-like rock. He walked to a metal table and picked up a metal tub. Walking back to the girl, he placed the tub in front of her feet. He began to pour water until it was full. Then he placed natural salt in the tub. He placed a hand over the tub and chanted a spell. His hand glowed, and the water started to bubble. Montoya started to whimper and cry. Her ankles and feet began to turn red and blister. He then stood in the middle of the room, next to Montoya. A bright black circle with alchemy and Enochian symbols and writing appeared on the floor. The ceiling of the room began to emit a bright white light. Small blotches of color started to appear and merge. Then more colors appeared, and shapes started to emerge. A table, a panting, a book shelf, and a bloody arm that was cut from its body. Montoya started to move her head, and she let a small scream out. The image started to show the memories of the event that night. With every passing minute she was under the influence of the enchantment, her mind broke and destroyed itself. He pushed the memory harder, and she let out a deep scream. The image melted away to reveal another one below it. There was a female humanoid cat holding John’s head, and she was wearing his black fedora. The old hat was an original design from 1890. She placed both in a bag, and she cast an incantation. The image stopped, and Montoya’s lifeless body was just a shell. The ritual stripped every last memory from her head. Even passive commands like breathing and living. Her body was beginning to shut down, and her eyes began to close.
“Subject Montoya, Jesse has expired. Time of expiration: zero twenty hours.” Maxwell said to a recorded swing just above his head, "Further, we now know that John still lives.”
He reached for the recorder and pulled it down. He pushed the black button, and the side of the machine opened. A small cassette popped from the recording, and he picked it up. He placed the machine on a table, picked out a small brown envelope, and placed the tape inside. He sealed the opening and placed his shipping labels. He placed it on a counter and walked back out to the hall. He wondered if he was going to find someone in the break room who could help him with the new microwave.