Chained - Jenlisa

Where Are You?

The cold machinery in my hands makes me feel powerful and I squeeze out another bullet, the sound still getting through to my ears despite the earmuffs. The target across the room shreds as it's penetrated and I drop my arm, satisfied that I hit where I wanted. I haven't used a gun in ages, but it feels good, and I'm glad that I haven't lost too much of my skill. I figured I'll need it whenever I find the people who kidnapped Lisa. Or at least I'll want it. I don't think I'll feel friendly when I meet whoever they are.

"You done then?" Jisoo barks from behind me.

I turn to her and put down my gun then slip off my earmuffs. "Yeah. I feel better."

"Good, because Dara told me to get you."

Immediately, I leave the training area to go back to the room we commandeered and set up to use as a command center. Jisoo follows without a word and her footsteps are almost non existent compared to my stomps.

"Do we have something new?" I ask as soon I step through the doorway. There are our own private detectives talking and chatting in front of an evidence board, photos and papers everywhere. Sandara is talking into her cell, a finger held up for me to give her a second.

I trail my eyes over the evidence board as I wait and sigh at all the leads. This organization that took Lisa has so many branches that everyone we've pursued so far barely counts as a twig. Sick puppies that kill for a vengeful God or traditional values or something just as stupid. I don't bother listening when common sense doesn't exist for them. All I care about is finding that branch that has Lisa hanging on it. That's our priority. That's my priority.

"Jennie," Sandara calls, and I turn to her. "Your profile was right. They're bringing him in."

"I want to talk to him," I demand. It was easy enough to find these goons when I begun profiling them as a terrorist organization. Multiple perpetrators, counter surveillance, hierarchies. I think I, personally, can get more out of the guy they're bringing in.

Sandara lifts her glasses to rub her tired eyes. She's been up with me for almost three days. "You know you can't. Not after last time."

"That was..." I broke his nose and three of his fingers, and was aiming for more blood. I hadn't even known I held such rage in my body. Nor had I've known I would be able to hurt someone so viciously without remorse. "... an accident."

Jisoo snorts and says something about not thinking I had it in me while Sandara guffaws and tells me, "You can't be trusted. Let the professionals deal with this. We'll get the information, okay? We'll find her."

I thought that, too, the first night. But it's been two whole days since then and I'm getting desperate. I've never been without Lisa for so long and I want her with me again. I don't care if I'm acting irrationally. I want her back.

"Are we sure he's high in the chain?" I ask softly, my jaw tight. "He's the one?"

"I'm sure. They found three bodies on the property along with innumerable evidence that the cult bunked there. He ran the place, brainwashed a handful of kids to believe in monsters."

"They're real," I mumble, putting my arms over my belly to hold my elbows. With all that's happened I believe now. I believe Lisa and her witches and goblins and whatever else. "But go on."

"Right. Well, they were being trained to kill people. They had weapons in every room of the house. This guy and all his little friends are twisted, I say."

"Lisa wasn't on the property? Was there a trace of her?"

"No, but we found invoices to somewhere upstate. It was deserted but they're not sending goods to the trees."