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Chapter 2
Sarah
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The lightbulb in my room flashed halfway through a pull-up, making me look as I slowly lowered myself to the ground.
I didn’t know how long I’d been in here. A week? Two? It might even be three, I lost count.
Being in small dark places didn’t frighten me like it did my friend Sass. But a week in solitary confinement could break even the toughest of mind. So, I pushed my body to its limit to keep myself from losing it.
I began the day with 500 sit-ups, 250 push-ups, and 100 pull-ups. After I was done, I launched into closed quarter combat fighting techniques with an imaginary foe. But even that hadn’t been enough to tire my brain.
I tried testing the collar around my neck, and immediately stopped when the thing almost fried me to pieces.
The rest of the time, I meditated to calm down long enough to make a run-down of what I knew.
Hayes and a team of experienced mercenaries ran this joint. Each guard was armed to the teeth and going head-to-head with them would be a dumbass move unless you had a death wish. Appealing to their good nature would also be a waste of time.
The guards switched shifts at 8AM and 8PM every day like clockwork. They ate between 6 and 7PM, and made three rounds, with the first one at 10, a second one at 2, and a third an hour before changing shifts. The best time to escape would therefore be after sunset, in between the second and third rounds.
From the language most of them were using, I gathered we were on an island belonging to a Portuguese-speaking country. It was that or Baxter flew all of them here, which wasn’t likely. They had to be locals.
“Time to eat,” a voice interrupted my thoughts as the chute opened and a plate of food appeared.
“Wait,” I hurriedly said to the boy on the other side of the door. He came by every evening to drop off my food and disappeared right after. I’ve been trying to engage him in a conversation for days, but no luck so far.
The first time I heard him, I frowned in confusion because his voice had that cracking pitch of a boy.
That he could be young didn’t keep me from trying to speak with him, however. He was my only contact with the world, and I needed him to talk ASAP.
“What?”
“What’s your name? How old are you?”
“What’s it to you?”
“Just curious. I don’t have that many visitors, and I was wondering why someone so young would be on this island.”
“How would you know I’m young?”
“A guess. I’d say you’re twelve, thirteen at most.”
“Well, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I smirked at the belligerent attitude. If only the kid knew who he was talking to. I’m the very personification of belligerence. If you looked up the word on a computer, you’d see my picture on Webster.
“I’m Sarah.” When the boy remained silent, I added, “Why don’t you tell me your name? It’ll be easier for us to talk if I know who you are.”
“I’m Diego.”
“It’s nice to meet you. And was I right, Diego? About your age, I mean.”
“I’m fourteen.”
“Do you know where we are?”
I sat on the floor and turned my back to the camera before asking these questions.
