Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Treacherous Impulses: Day 15

Word Count: 90,006

Summary of Events:
Hilton and Mackenzie followed the kidnappers around Havana for several hours and nothing exciting happened — much to Hilton's disappointment. After spending the night in Havana they followed the kidnappers on a boat to Nassau, where they had to wait around again and considered paying a visit to Hilton's aunt and uncle's estate there, but they ended up asking directions of a young woman who was related to that aunt and uncle on the other side, recognised them, and seemed intent to call the police on them. Fortunately, they escaped by following the kidnappers onto a plane to Valparaíso . . .

Excerpt of the Day:
"An announcement came over the loudspeaker that they would be beginning their descent to Valparaíso. Hilton buckled himself in, then reached over to buckle Mackenzie, but found that she'd roused and was buckling herself in.
"What time is it?" she asked.
"Nearly two in the morning," Hilton replied.
"Local time?" Mackenzie asked.
"That's what the flight attendant just said," Hilton replied.
"Oh," Mackenzie said. "So I guess we'll find a hotel, close to the kidnappers if we can, and sleep then?"
"You can," Hilton replied. "I'm not tired."
"You've been up the whole flight?" Mackenzie asked.
"Yes," Hilton replied.
"Do you sleep much at all?" Mackenzie asked.
"When I'm tired," Hilton replied.
Mackenzie made no comment and they landed shortly. Hilton kept an eye on the kidnappers as he guided Mackenzie out of the plane. The kidnappers didn't seem to be terribly tired from what Hilton could tell, nor did they seem particularly hurried.
Hilton hoped they could keep track of them. They went down to the tarmac and headed for the airport. Hilton was starting to think finding a toilet might be a good idea. He hoped it wouldn't cause them to lose track of the kidnappers.
He spotted one shortly after they got inside. "Wait here just a tick."
Mackenzie nodded.
Hilton hurried inside. He didn't know what it was about him and needing to use the toilet after flights. At least it wasn't half as desperate this time as it'd been in Sarajevo. He just hoped the toilet stall wouldn't get jammed on him this time.
Thankfully it didn't and he quickly washed his hands and headed out. Mackenzie wasn't where she'd been standing. Hilton looked around. Some unattended bags that looked a lot like his and hers were standing where Mackenzie had been.
Hilton went and looked over at the tags. They were. But where was Mackenzie? Had she needed to go too? She wouldn't have left their bags unattended, though, she would've gone once he'd come out — they didn't want to lose the kidnappers.
The kidnappers. Where were the kidnappers? Had they taken Mackenzie too?"

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