The day was finally done, no more papers to sort, no more angry callers to placate, no more anything. All I wanted was to go home and curl up with my dog and drink that bottle of wine in the refrigerator. I entered my time, shut off the computer and walked away from the whole mess.
As usual, I was the last one in the building, making me walk a little bit faster in the dark and quiet. I’m not afraid of the dark, but I’m not a fan of it either. If I can’t see, I start getting really mad. Some sort of irrational reaction to having one of my main senses taken from me.
However, it does heighten my other senses, specifically hearing.
The noise sounded like a soft scratching sound, like when Lily pulls her nails along my carpet, but then escalated to loud dragging and a faint voice with a thick accent. Somewhere to the left and behind me, there was someone pulling a heavy item across the floor. I froze, I couldn’t do anything except stand there and strain to hear any words that were being said.Another voice joined the heavily accented one, this one a little louder and more middle-of-nowhere tone.
"Look, just pull him in here and we’ll come back and deal with him after we have her. He’s out cold, we don’t need to worry as long as we lock the door and take his phone!"
Frank. They must have knocked out the elderly security guard, and judging by pronouns, I was next. That prodded me to action. I ducked into the nearest door which just happened to be my supervisor’s office. I sent up a silent prayer, (Thank you Craig for not locking your door this weekend). If I got out of this alive, I’d buy him coffee for a month.
I didn’t shut the door completely in case the sound of the latch alerted the two of my location. In a little crouched position, I moved behind Craig’s desk and peaked through the window at the shapes headed toward my office. Who the hell were these people? How did they know I’d be here alone, (dumb question, Ainsley, everyone knows you have no life) and why me?
"She has left her office, we are too late."
The heavy accent belonged to a woman and she seemed only slightly phased that I wasn’t where they thought I would be.
"Fuck! We have to find her. We’re not letting her get away, there’s not enough time to set another date for this."
The other voice, a man, started going from office to office, busting open door regardless of locks and flipping on lights to find me. He was still on the other side of the floor, but at the pace he had going, he’d be to my hiding spot in about two minutes. The woman was checking each cubicle, making sure there was no one hiding under desks there. I decided to make a split second decision. I pulled out my phone and dialed 9-1-1. Why I hadn’t done it earlier, I didn’t
“9-1-1, what is your emergency?”
"My name is Ainsley Sears. I work at Amcorp Finance on the 5th floor. There are two people, a man and woman who have done something to the security guard and are now going office to office looking for me."
"Okay, where are you now? Are you in a safe location?"
"I’m in my boss’s office, but the man is going to each one and turning on lights. He’ll be to me any second. The woman is going through the cubicles."
"I have officers on the way. Did you get a clear look at either person?"
"No, I just know the woman has a heavy accent, something European, and the man doesn’t really have any accent. He sounds younger, mid-twenties."
"Okay, ma’am, stay on the phone until officers arrive, try to remain hidden. If there is a closet or something to hide in, move to it."
"There isn’t. I’m under the desk, but you can see under it from the door."
I heard the door swing open and the light flick on. I closed my eyes tight and put my phone on the floor beside me, hoping the dispatcher on the other side would hear everything. Foot steps quietly made their way around the desk and stopped before me. I could see his knees and half of his thighs. He stood still for a brief second before leaning forward and putting his hands on the edge of the desk. I thought he hadn’t seen me, but he suddenly shoved the desk backward, it must have weighed nearly 500 pounds, and stared down at me. I caught a brief glimpse of blonde curly hair before his fist came down to meet my jaw.
"I’ve got her! Quick, give me the hood."
"What did you do to her, Zeke? There is blood from her nose, she is not to be harmed!"
"Same thing I did to the guard; she’s fine."
Zeke dragged the woman out of the office and out into the main floor and started going through her pockets, looking for her phone. Amilia went back into the office and picked up the little black phone she’d left on floor.
"Here, this is what you are looking for I believe. There is a voice coming from it, a man I think."
Zeke stood up and snatched the phone from her hand, placing it to his ear.
"Hello, I’m assuming she called the police. Shh, no don’t worry. She’s just fine. We’re not here to hurt her. We’re here to take her home."
He placed the phone on the carpet and ground his boot heel into the delicate screen. Glass shattered and plastic bits cracked, leaving behind a pile of debris that might have resembled a phone at some point.
Amila shook her head and went back to Ainsley. She wasn’t much, definitely not the warrior they had been told about for centuries. This woman was short and heavy set with close cropped brown hair. The Raven from the scrolls was always described as tall with black hair to her waist. She was supposed to be lean and muscular, not soft and out of shape. However, Mathus had been tracking this woman for years and if he said this was the Raven, then this was the Raven.
Zeke came over and made sure the hood was secure and her hands were tied properly before picking her up and slinging her over his shoulder with a slight grunt.
"Gods, she’s nothing like what we’ve been told. I hope Mathus has some sort of explanation for this. If this woman is our commanding officer set to lead us to the final battle, then she’s hiding some skills very well."
The two set off toward the exit, but they could see flashlight beams peaking into the door way. The human police had arrived.
"Fuck, we’ve got to leave out a window. I’m going to need your help in flight with her."
Amila nodded and stepped back, freeing her wings. She took Ainsley and let Zeke do the same just as the police came into the room.
"Freeze! Put your hands on your heads and slowly turn around!"
The two paused for a brief second before nodding to each other and sprinting for the nearest window.
"Stop! I said stop!"
Shots rang out, shattering the glass a moment before Amila and Zeke hit. They leaped into the darkness and with strong wing beats, took off for the roof.Officer Dave Kent of 16 years on the force lowered his weapon and went to the window ledge, looking into the sky. He turned to his partner, Robbie of about 5 days to make sure he had seen the same thing.
The two cops, one veteran and one rookie, stared into the night with their mouths slightly open. Winged kidnappers. This was new.