Chapter 70 Chapter 70
LISA'S POV
Alexander's words continued to repeat themselves in my mind over and over again. What if Damien had remy been lying to me all these while? What if I had really just been a decoy? A tool for his revenge?
I paced up and down the cell restlessly as Alexander's words replayed in my mind. " he will come for you, but I will be ready."
Gossebumps riddled my skin as I shook from the chills those words sent down my spine. Damien always came for me, and if he did, then Alexander was waiting. He could kill him for real this time, and it would all be my fault.
And then he would kill me. My best chance of getting out of here alive was Damien. I had to warn him.
I looked out of the cell room, and the room was empty. There were several boxes bearing dismantled gun parts scattered about. A table lay nearby, and on it lay what looked like an old burner phone, but I couldn't reach it.
I put my hand through the bars and successfully reached for a long, dismantled rifle part. As soon as I got it, I hooked it underneath the table and pulled the table. At first, it didn't budge, but slowly, the table began to move.
When I had it within a reasonable range angle, I used the stick to guide one of the empty cartons with lots of papers in it toward the edge of the table and then reached for the phone, pulling until it fell into the carton.
And then I pulled the carton and took out the phone. Thankfully, it was working. I turned it on, muffling the annoying beeping sound that came with it turning on, and almost immediately, I heard keys shake just outside the door, and I codedly pushed the carton back in place.
One of Alexander's men walked in, staring at me suspiciously. A young guy, probably new and tired of being handed second-grade tasks.
He turned his eyes on me, and my feet became cold. I squeezed my hand nervously behind my back, concealing the phone from sight and hoping he had not seen me.
I backed away from the bars and sat down on the bunk bed that had been placed for me, slowly pushing the phone under the pillow.
As soon as the guard turned away, I hurriedly typed out a coded message to Damien. With the messed-up way the message turned out, I could only hope he would understand it when he gets it.
I glanced at the guard again. He was seated, leaning back against the lousy wooden chair that had been next to the table. Adjusting the table back in place, he propped his two feet on top of it and rested his head backwards, shutting his eyes.
Suddenly, the door opened, the guard stood up stonily as some men walked into the room, and that was when I noticed the large crate of weapons stacked meticulously on top of each other at the opposite end of the room.
I listened closely to their conversation to get what they were saying.
"Hey, new guy, gather those boxes up and bring them over here." The large guy among the men ordered him.
The younger guy merely grunted and walked sluggishly towards the stacked boxes, and started pulling them down one after the other. He dropped one of them down with a thud, eliciting a look of disapproval from the other guys.
"Careful with thise you dimwit, those are things that cost a ton." The second bigger guy in the room warned him.
The young guy looked into the boxes and sneered, "What, these scraps?" He muttered.
"Those scraps cost us a fortune. They are about to bring the boss goods worth a lot of money." The bigger guy seemed a bit more patient with the slackish fool than the other two guys.
" Why do we even have to deal with these dumbads anyway?" The third guy asked.
"He's the boss's problem, not ours."
One of them turned in my direction, and I plopped down on the bed before he could see me and shut my eyes, pretending to be asleep.
I sensed his steps come closer to the bar, and typically felt his lascivious eyes undress me. 'Pervert'.
"What do you think they want with these scraps anyway?" I overheard one of them ask.
"Well, I hear they make a fortune for it on the black market. It's just odd that they would request it as payment for the shipment."
I gasped quietly, eyes shut, maintaining my pretense. Those were the packages they intended to use as an exchange for their new arrivals.
"Would y'all water horses pipe down? Y'all don't see the snitch lying over there?" The bigger guy's voice boomed.
"Calm down, Stellinsky, it's not like she's going to jump out of here and go mouthing off to Damien. They won't even see us coming." The second guy said.
"Let's head out. The call came in half an hour ago. They should already be at the dock. Heh, new guy, stack these up and load them up in the car."
"Aren't we taking these?" I tried to peep to see what they were talking about, but they were at the other end of the room, and I couldn't tell from where I lay.
"Those are a little surprise for our soon-to-come guests. If I were you, I'd steer clear of those. Make sure you put the big ones first." Stellinsky said before walking out.
I heard their footsteps one by one fade out as their proximity became more distant. I sat up, chest heaving, heart pounding. Now more than ever, I prayed that Damien understood the message I had sent to him.
"For fuck's sake how many surprises are we leaving for one guy." I heard the younger guy argue as he returned to the cell room with a box in his hand.
"That is not your damn business, but make sure you set everything up, and once the boss gives the signal, you start loading and get the hell out of here."
Someone said from behind him, outside the door. The voice sounded familiar, but I had no idea where I had heard it.