章 2: What is going on?
I struggle against the hold on me but it does no good, I try calling for help but most people look away or stare without movement. I am dragged into an office where more men in suits turned to look as we came in the room.
" What is this why have you brought me here?" I demand.
One of the men in the office looks at a photograph then at me, he nods his head and the man holding my arm lets go.
"Sorry for the trouble" says the photo man as he turns to someone on his right who looks like an airport security guard.
"Help me!" I call out but the man beside me grabs my arm again so I go silent.
The security guard turns to the photo man and salutes before saying "I will be going now, please let me know if we can be of any assistance." Then he walks right past me and out the door.
'Who are these people, what do they want with me, what is going on?' I think to myself and start to tremble as I figure no one is going to help me. The photo man looks at me again and I think I see him sigh just before motions the the man who was currently holding my arm to move me over to a chair in front of a desk in the back of the office.
"I am Sir Ranold Asmir second in command of His Majesties security forces." Says photo man in heavily accented English as he sits behind the desk facing me. "You Ms. Katrina Manchester are being detained by order of His Highness, King Harrid."
My eyes had to be as big a saucers as I stare at Sir Ranold, "Mmmeee?" I stutter "What? Why would the King want me detained?"
This time I definitely see him sigh, he looks me right in the eyes opens his mouth to speak only to stop,it seems he was interrupted by a voice on his headset. I take a moment to look around and see two men by the door, one of them has my carry-on and is unzipping it. "Hey don't do that." I shout and start to get up. The other man gives me a snide look and I feel a tug on my arm so I turn back to face Sir Ranold who had been the one to tug my arm.
He motions for me to sit and begins speaking in his native tongue to someone on the other end of his headset. I turn my head back to the men with my bag to see them first empty the contents of my bag onto a table set up in the room for the purpose of item searches, and I watch as they take out my extra under garments of a pale pink lace bra and matching lace underwear, my leftover medication for allergies and a romance novel I had picked up to read if I got bored and tossed them into a bin, they then pull out my laptop and notebook and my digital camera which they put into satchel and random postcards I picked up during my vacation they looked over and dumped into the bin with my underwear. After taking out my passport and wallet they put those into the satchel with my laptop the dump the bin contents back into my bag and one man hands that to me while the other man holds up the satchel to show Sir Ranold who had finished listening to whoever was on his radio.
"We go now, the car is waiting." he states in English and ushers me ahead while keeping a good grip on the satchel with my identification. I feel like this is some strange dream but I do like adventure so I give in and see where this is going to take me.
We step outside the dark terminal and I am immediately blinded by the hot bright sun, when my vision clears I see that instead of what I had assumed would be a security vehicle was a shiny black limousine.
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