Author: Janet J Enos

Synopsis:

The man in the blue suit who is standing by the window, whose name is Victor, stares out to an old abandoned playground below. Thoughts surround him of days gone by, as he hears the room quieting down from the arrival of this family. He allows himself to drift back when he was a child playing in that very playground below. Soccer was all he and his friends played. Playing for hours on end until his mother would call him up for dinner. The room quiets, returning him to the present.
Victor slowly turns around and takes the chair to sit on. It is the only chair in the room. The chair is very clean and looks like it was brought here just for him. It is wooden and has a blue velvet cloth seat.

As he seats himself, Jennifer watches his every move. He must be a very rich and important man, I’d say. Evil, more like it! A very rich and important evil man. What does he want?

Victor looks strait at Jennifer rocking back and forth. It is almost a stare, directly into her eyes. They look at each other for a moment. A very quiet moment that seems to feel like eternity, but she does not back down from his gaze. So she continues to stare back at him, hoping that he can read her mind, that she is very angry for this treatment. Brian is still shaking in her arms and clinging to her tightly. He begins to cry again which takes her eyes away from the stare.
“Shh shush,” she says to him as she rubs his back.
Jennifer looks back up; Victor is watching her. He has an average to thin face. His hair is short with random dark brown curls. He has a beard that is cut very near to his face. Very neat is his appearance. He is without a doubt, a good-looking man, in a suit, in a very dirty room. He is holding a small pistol in his hand which rests in his lap, while his legs are crossed under the chair. That gun looks like a 9mm German Luger. Jennifer focuses harder on the gun. How did he get one of those? I had always wanted one to add to my gun collection at home. The gun is about half the size of that the other men carry for guns. As she looks again, she notices that their weapons of choice look to be SW 500's, very deadly guns they carry. Jennifer has seen these in gun shows that she used to frequent when she went to shooting competitions. How I wish I could just get my hands on just one of those guns for only a minute. I could capture them all and we could escape. As she stares at the guns, plotting an escape with revenge, the seated man speaks to her, diverting her attention back to his face.
“Do you know why you and the children are here?”
“No.”
“You have something I am looking for.”
“I do not know what you want,” she snaps back with authority. “What is it you are looking for? How dare you do this to us! Especially today.”

At this point, the children begin to cry again because Jennifer has raised her voice in anger. Ali, her daughter, whispers to her that she has to go to the bathroom. “I am sorry,” Jennifer whispers back to her, “but you will have to wait for now.”
“I can’t.” She says in a loud voice, “I have to go now!”
Victor motions to one of his men who moves forward.
“No, wait!” Jennifer snaps back, as the man comes forward to her daughter.
He grabs Ali by the arm, then leaves the room quickly with her.
Victor speaks again. “Go toward the doorway and kneel down.”
What are you nuts! She slowly peels herself away from the children, shaking scared that he will shoot her, but she finds herself doing as he says.