Arthur was just leaving the hideout of the extractor when he got the call from her. “Ariadne?” But just as he answered it, the line died. Frowning at his phone, he got into his rental car and drove back to his hotel.
He tried to call her once he was inside, but no answer. Arthur tried the house phone just in case she had turned off her cell, but there was no answer either. He started to fear the worst.
After turning on his laptop, he had already started research on the Mark that was after him and found his location easily through some government databases. The Mark was residing in Vegas of all places. And if his suspicions were right and the Mark had gotten Ariadne from right under his nose, Arthur knew that that was where he needed to go.
It didn’t take Arthur long to pack up all his things and get a flight out to Vegas from Cairo.
Ariadne knew it wouldn't take long for Arthur to figure out she'd been taken, even if he didn't get that quickly-aborted phone call. Not more than a day, once he realized she wan't returning his calls.
Still, she didn't know if she had that much time.
The second time he entered the room, he had one of the big, burly men behind him, like a bodyguard. He wasted no time - beating her bloody again, probably breaking her nose in the process, judging by the amount of pain it caused, and the blood. Ariadne yelled in pain, but she didn't cry, or ask him to stop.
"What do you want?" she managed to say when it was over. They obviously wanted something, otherwise they would've just killed her and not gone to all this trouble.
The Mark sneered at her. "Your precious boyfriend took everything from me, the day he stole those plans. My company went bankrupt, and now I'm up to my eyeballs in debt. It's all his fault." He pulled out her phone, and snapped a photo of her bruised and bloody face. "Do you think you're worth ten million dollars to
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When he touched down in Vegas, he phone started to vibrate. Expecting it to be a text from Ariadne saying that she was okay and that he phone had a dead battery, he pulled it out and opened the text. What he didn’t expect was a picture of her, face bloody and bruised along with a message saying that if Arthur wanted her alive, he’d need to cough up ten million dollars by midnight. He put his phone away after that, fuming, but still keeping his calm and cool exterior as he walked out of the airport.
After getting a rental car and checking into a hotel, Arthur took out his laptop and traced the signal of her phone to the precise location. It was somewhere away from the strip, but still within county bounds. A house, somewhere close to the desert. It wouldn’t be hard to find, he thought as he started to unpack his guns.
Ariadne blamed herself - it was idiotic, leaving the house when she knew there were people in LA looking for Arthur. She knew better than to put herself in danger like that. She'd just assumed that they would follow him to Cairo, even if they knew about her at all.
Still - it was her fault she was in this situation.
She let herself feel a stab of self-pity, too. She was a mess, and it was hard to say when Arthur would find her. She figured he would use the GPS on her phone to trace her whereabouts, if these guys didn't move her somewhere else before he could get to her.
And there was always the possibility that they'd just kill her before Arthur ever found her. They could have already, really. She found herself thinking that they must really want money, and not just revenge. Small favors.
But she still didn't cry. She refused to let them see her weakness.
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He tried to call her once he was inside, but no answer. Arthur tried the house phone just in case she had turned off her cell, but there was no answer either. He started to fear the worst.
After turning on his laptop, he had already started research on the Mark that was after him and found his location easily through some government databases. The Mark was residing in Vegas of all places. And if his suspicions were right and the Mark had gotten Ariadne from right under his nose, Arthur knew that that was where he needed to go.
It didn’t take Arthur long to pack up all his things and get a flight out to Vegas from Cairo.
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Still, she didn't know if she had that much time.
The second time he entered the room, he had one of the big, burly men behind him, like a bodyguard. He wasted no time - beating her bloody again, probably breaking her nose in the process, judging by the amount of pain it caused, and the blood. Ariadne yelled in pain, but she didn't cry, or ask him to stop.
"What do you want?" she managed to say when it was over. They obviously wanted something, otherwise they would've just killed her and not gone to all this trouble.
The Mark sneered at her. "Your precious boyfriend took everything from me, the day he stole those plans. My company went bankrupt, and now I'm up to my eyeballs in debt. It's all his fault." He pulled out her phone, and snapped a photo of her bruised and bloody face. "Do you think you're worth ten million dollars to ( ... )
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After getting a rental car and checking into a hotel, Arthur took out his laptop and traced the signal of her phone to the precise location. It was somewhere away from the strip, but still within county bounds. A house, somewhere close to the desert. It wouldn’t be hard to find, he thought as he started to unpack his guns.
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Ariadne blamed herself - it was idiotic, leaving the house when she knew there were people in LA looking for Arthur. She knew better than to put herself in danger like that. She'd just assumed that they would follow him to Cairo, even if they knew about her at all.
Still - it was her fault she was in this situation.
She let herself feel a stab of self-pity, too. She was a mess, and it was hard to say when Arthur would find her. She figured he would use the GPS on her phone to trace her whereabouts, if these guys didn't move her somewhere else before he could get to her.
And there was always the possibility that they'd just kill her before Arthur ever found her. They could have already, really. She found herself thinking that they must really want money, and not just revenge. Small favors.
But she still didn't cry. She refused to let them see her weakness.
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