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Chapter 18 - Out of the Cage

Lisa watched from her small plane window as the ocean continued to pass beneath them as it had been doing for the past hour. She had no idea where they were going and Jackson had been uncharacteristically quiet since takeoff. She shifted slightly and suppressed an exasperated sigh as she was once again reminded of just how tightly Jackson had strapped her into her seat. It wasn't just a normal seatbelt that she wore but rather a full harness and just to make sure she didn't do anything unexpected, he'd cuffed her hands together and connected them to an eyebolt attached to the seat. She'd questioned him on whether it was necessary but had been met with a sarcastic comment about how she didn't have the greatest track record when it came to the combination of the two of them and planes.

A faint sound coming from the headphones Jackson was wearing caused her to stop looking out the window and up at her pilot. For being such a sadistic bastard, her captor did seem to have a great many talents. He seemed completely at ease behind the controls of the small aircraft and he probably got a lot of practice considering it was most likely the only transportation to and from the island. When Jackson responded to the voice in his headset, Lisa learned yet another thing about him. He seemed to speak fluent Spanish as well. Despite having lived in a populace where the language was commonplace, Lisa still only knew the basics and was thus only able to pick up a few words here and there. He rattled off some numbers while checking instruments and a few other words that she didn't understand.

"Looks like we'll be landing soon Leese." He spoke over his shoulder without looking at her. "I hope your flight has been a pleasant one. It was certainly better than the last time we flew together."

Lisa didn't respond. She had nothing to say about his obvious reference to their first meeting. Returning her attention to the world outside the plane, Lisa soon enough saw what she assumed to be the mainland. The possibilities of just what country they were going to be landing in flitted through her mind. From her still very distant vantage point, the scenery looked rather lush as a vibrant green stretched as far as her eye could see. She began to wonder if she would have an opportunity to find out where they would be landing and maybe find out where she had been for the past half of a year? Also, why exactly were they going anyway? Jackson rarely, if ever, did anything without some kind of plan or reason.

She was excited to be away and when the wheels of the plane touched down on the tarmac, she began to fidget in her seat. Along with her excitement was a growing feeling of dread that she just couldn't shake. The tiny airport they landed in was little more than an old pothole riddled runway and a small shack at the other end. Her dread mounted when, after a short taxi to the side of the runway, a sleek black car pulled up along side the powering down plane.

"Wait here for a second Leese. I'll be right back." Jackson said as he unbuckled himself and slid out of the small door.

Lisa watched as Jackson walked over to the driver's side door and spoke to the man inside after the window was rolled down. He motioned back in her direction a couple of times, seemed to laugh once and finally patted the top of the car before he left. A few moments later, he slid open the cargo bay door and Lisa was hit by the warm tropical air outside the plane.

"Whose car is that?" Lisa asked as Jackson uncuffed her from the seat and then began unbuckling the intricate harness.

"It belongs to an associate of mine." Jackson offered obligingly while the driver of the car pulled their bags out from beneath the plane. "We'll be staying with them as well. It's only a short drive from here." The driver looked up from his work to her and smiled an odd sort of smile before carrying their bags to the trunk of the car.

"How long are we going to stay?"

"As long as it takes." He responded cryptically as he took her hand to help her out. "But let's get going, apparently there's a nice dinner waiting for us. Wouldn't want to be late, only one chance for a first impression.

The dread continued to mount.