Shaky breaths echoed through the cold, blank room. There was no emotion, but terror shared between the three girls inside. Actually, more like shared between two of them. Nadia was looking around the grey walls, trying to find an escape whilst the Carvour-Mega twins cowered together. Both of them had only heard stories of the damage that Chimera could do from their fathers. And being taken in their sleep was more horrifying than the several recounts of torture they had overheard Owen whispering to Curt at nights. They knew that they weren’t the target of this, the issue was with their fathers and that was possibly scarier. They were expendable, they were props to Chimera, they could be killed if Curt and Owen didn’t comply and the thought haunted them.
Ellie had her arms tight around Margaret, trying to remain her level-headed, calm self but it was difficult considering what they were facing. The twins had never been exposed to the outside world and to be exposed to the cruellest and darkest part of it immediately was confronting. It was everything their fathers had warned them about and protected them from, but now they weren’t there to protect them. Margaret clung to her sister, looking up at the pacing redheaded teenager who had stopped by the small gap in the door to the room they were in. Ellie could infer from the small blood splatters up the walls that it was an old interrogation room, better described here as a torture chamber.
“It has been an hour.” Nadia sighed, stepping away from the door, looking at the two blonde twins. “There is clock across the hall.” She appeared to be the calmest of the three though it was obvious that she, like her sister, hadn’t exactly been taught to express her emotions healthily. She sat down opposite them, pulling at threads in her orange sweater. A feeling of hopelessness had overcome the three of them. And not even the knowledge that their families were most likely on the way could give them enough faith. Then they heard a booming voice from the doorway. The three turned sharply from the corner they were hunkered in.
“No sign of any of them. Are you three prepared to be sent to the bottom of the ocean?” In the doorway was a rather smug looking man, one who had gloated on arrival about how miserable he had made Owen before Curt saved him. Ellie and Nadia were both sick with his attitude. The man walked over to them, leaning on the wall beside them, unthreatened and relaxed around them. The Russian teenager stood up.
“They will come for us; you won’t get away with this.” She was defiant, folding her arms and glaring. The man just snorted, pushing away from the wall, taking a step closer to Nadia. He was cocky and it angered the three more. Margaret reached up to grab Nadia’s wrist, quietly telling her to stand down, but she stood her ground as the man spoke.
“I already have. Curt and Owen are too chickenshit to come after you and your sister and Doctor Larvenor don’t have the resources to get here.” He shrugged. “It’s a fun way to toy with them before their inevitable deaths at my hands. The three of you would have made promising agents but, revenge for Agent Cavour’s actions comes first.” He had pushed them too far with the insults to their families, and Nadia wasn’t about to stand for it. While he was distracted with his smug recount of how he expected events to go, Nadia backhanded him, Margaret sticking out her leg causing him to trip and hit the ground. Chimera hadn’t thought to bound their arms, considering three teenage girls little threat. They couldn’t have been more wrong. Nadia pressed her boot down over the man’s throat, putting just enough pressure to discourage him from trying to get up. And just enough so that he couldn’t get out a call for help.
“Find his keys and gun. We’re getting out of here.” She instructed them, staring down. It should have been assumed that the younger Slozhno was just as deadly as her sister, and just as fiercely loyal. Ellie soon dumped a metal ring covered with clinking keys in Nadia’s hand.
“Let’s go.” She hissed, looking around the room. “They’ll notice that he hasn’t left the room soon.” She turned to look at her sister, who was holding the man’s gun, surprisingly naturally.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
"What if they've hurt them? Our girls could be dead for all we know!"
"Owen, I am this close to throwing you out of this van if you do not shut your mouth within the next ten seconds." Tatiana let out a frustrated exhale as she sunk further into her seat in Curt and Owen's car. She was watching barb, who had joined Curt in the front seat, and who's eyes were flicking to her watch every second. Barb seemed the most afraid of any of them. Tatiana's only concern was covering their tracks once they got out of there with the girls in tow.
"Please, stop threatening each other. Owen, I'm just as scared as you are." Curt sighed, trying to focus on the road despite the fear welling up inside of him. Margaret and Ellie were still weak enough that anything Chimera was capable them would easily injure or kill them. Curt and Owen hadn't exactly been focused on the weaponry side of things when home-schooling their girls. Curt couldn't help his thoughts from wandering to Margaret. She had always succumbed easier to fear than Ellie, and he wasn't there to comfort her. It killed him inside to think of his daughter being afraid without his comfort. He was just praying Ellie and Nadia were enough to keep her safe and calm. But he doubted it.
"Curt, you have no idea what Chimera is capable of, you have no idea what they could be doing." Owen's voice was cold, but Curt could tell he wasn't mad at him. Owen was more scared than any of them, he had seen the horrific conditions within the organisation. He had taken part in some of the most brutal activities he'd ever seen. Considering what he had been made to do for them. He couldn't imagine what they were doing to his daughters. He was a traitor after all. They'd want to make sure that everyone knew the consequences of betraying them. What was he going to see when they got there? What was the guarantee that Chimera wouldn't go back on their word and slit Margaret and Ellie's throats in front of Curt and Owen? They could never be sure that their daughters were going to make it back in one piece. And Owen hated to think of the torture the fifteen-year-olds could be facing.
"I promise, nothing will happen." Curt looked back at him in the mirror, locking eyes with his obviously distressed partner. "I won't let them hurt our girls." He mumbled the end to himself as he pulled the car up to an abandoned boat yard, looking at the small building in the centre of it. He took a deep breath. This is where they were to go to retrieve the girls.
But as the group got out of the car, pistol fire broke the soft sounds of the night.