Odd, he thought, the helicopter was running late today. He had a full diary of events today and was eager to get through them all and get back home. Like his daughter Skye, he too, had noticed how tired and strained Kenya was looking lately.
Kyle was taking up a lot of her time, constantly demanding attention.
And naturally, she pandered to his needs too. He'd never seen such a demanding child, really. Even Skye didn't take up that amount of time. And he was pretty sure that he hadn't been that demanding at that age either. It made Raven think twice about trying for a third.
Yeah, it had crossed his mind a little. But only briefly, as he realised how this would look to Kenya. Permanently tying her to the house, never giving her the chance to fulfil her own dreams .... as far reaching as they may be ....
An Oceanographer .... really .... it was ludicrous, but ... it was Kenya's dream .... and he wasn't about to stand in her way.
So, whilst he waited for the helicopter, he decided to help Kenya out in the search for her dream job. If all else failed, he had some contacts.... he could drop them a line or two, make a couple of phone calls.... pull some strings.
Admittedly, all this was going against his better judgement, but this was his wife. He'd ripped her and the kids away from a nice steady home life, and dropped them unceremoniously into a new town, expecting them to fit in.
There was something else on his mind too. Something that had been bugging him for a couple of weeks now.
The 'Prison Outreach Program'.
At the time, he thought he'd made the right decision in passing that new law and integrating this new program. Now, he wasn't so sure. It had gone down badly indeed, and it was just a matter of time before it caught up with him.
Until then, he had other matters to attend to.
The sound of a car horn honking, made him tilt his head. A car? Where was the helicopter?
Sure enough, standing outside, was a long black shiny stretch limousine. It's windows all blacked out, and that same blonde heckler who'd booed him a few months back.
What was going on here? Had there been cut backs that he hadn't been informed about? That program had been a costly one that took it's toll on the taxpayers money. Maybe this was his punishment? A downgrade on transport.
That suited him fine, at least the fuel costs were less. The chopper used an obscene amount of fuel, travelling to and from venues.... and it was overly ostentatious too.
"Good morning."
He was met with stony silence.
Not a good sign.
Instead, she rolled her eyes and tilted her head upwards, scanning the skies.
How very very odd.
"The chopper under maintenance?"
"Just get in the car."
Oh, boy. This was a good start to the day.
It could only get worse from now on.
Those were prophetic words as Raven slid into the leather seating, the door slammed shut and they moved off.
He was stunned at the lack of his whole entourage. Instead, he sat alone, with just the driver and the blonde woman in the front.
Jabbing the intercom, Raven spoke to the driver......
"What's going on here? Where is everybody?"
The reply back was tinny, thanks to the poor reception on the intercom, but it was chilling nonetheless.
"Just do as we say, and you won't get hurt....."
With that, all the locks clicked into place..... shutting him in ..... and Raven suddenly felt cold chills.......
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