TANABATA

Episode 2.3 A Rescue Mission

A little while ago.....

'Daye, can you copy.' asked Ricky, was still inside the abandoned building waiting near the door after he slipped passed the two, escaped over his fate.

'Yeah, can hear you loud and clear.' replied Daye.

'I've successfully breached into the building, standing near a door, guards are all around, with their combat gears. Situation is kinda tough, I cannot just procure what's going inside, one of them referred, to the guy as boss. Crazy as it sounds, but this girl is so important, they had to m******e all the village.' replied Ricky.

'So, what you're telling me, is to search around the globe to know what village or tribal group this girl belongs to and specifically tracing out their position.' replied Daye.

'Do it fast, gotta get in there before anything happens to the girl.' said Ricky.

'Um, before leaving. Take down some of the shot keys, connect your transmitter to the suit, where the blue pipe connects it to the communicator, replace it with yours and turn on your cam, through your bionic eye.' Ordered Daye.

'You don't have to be a jerk, while saying that.' said Ricky.

'Can't help besides, she's kinda into a rageful turmoil, after that interview.' replied Daye.

'Well do you got the location on the radar, if we're done talking about stuffs.' asked Ricky.

'Um, yeah here it is, a month ago this village is called as the Barti-kail tribe, in the southern region of North Africa. if possible we'll dispatch an officer to investigate.' replied Daye.

'Better make it quick'. said Ricky

Ricky enters the doom hall, which was inscribed with spooky demonic symbols plasted over the walls with blood ink.

He was shocked to see the girl cuffed with chains, and an Electric collar around her neck region, her state was pathetic. Something which a kid of her age wouldn't tolerate.

There were few masked people, who were very different in looking based upon thier physical appearance. The mask had eyes of a bull's horn, a ring over the forehead, 4 straight line marks over the nose, and finally a spooky black smile, which induced the performance of their bloodshow. Their black suits stained in blood hardly visible, yet their fingers didn't fickled while tormenting a girl, who knew nothing.

'Sisika Basil, from the Barti-Kali tribe pleasure's mine to meet you.' said the guy, who acted as a spokesperson.

'I guess I should observe, who the real Torres is among this group, two garages locked. No problem, infact the keys are supposed to be in one of the pockets he least trust, while outside Andy and Jack might have done their job. Shock the crew with a sneak attack, after I find the real deal, after extracting the information from this decoy, and make a run outside.' said Ricky to himself.

'(speech guy watches over the time) a long shot clock with a pendulum that swunged over and over, never stopping, many tried to reach it, but we're snapped like there's no tomorrow. It never stops moves crazy, doesn't wait for anybody, even if it wants to.

Same as me, little girl wasting me is like wasting seconds, it doesn't waits like I do. Never stops, just like me....' said the speech guy

He takes out a jack hammer laying on the table. And smacks it over the girl's foot ankle, a perfect torcher unbearable to any adult, who were in her chains. His underclass crew seemed quite resistant towards their emotions, it was as if they enjoyed the girl get beaten over, breaking her to the very last bone.

And yet, she didn't spilled out anything from her mouth, it wasn't an act of bravery but an act of foolishness.

'I am glad that I have received mind control training, if not then... I would have chained that guy to death...... said Ricky....