13 An unpleasant departure.
Jane knows that if she wants to run away to try to live freely, she must run now or it will be too late. This option crosses her mind for a split second, but after putting on her clothes, rather than rushing out of the bathroom and jumping out of her window to escape from those who will lead her to the private military camp, she slowly makes her way to her dressing room, not without bothering to dry her hair with her towel.
2 large suitcases were too much for Jane, whose strength did not develop as her agility did. She struggling to pull them all the way down the stairs that lead to the hall of the big house where part of her grew up, until 6 men dressed entirely in black stood in her way.
Their clothes glued to their tall muscular bodies could be some kind of neoprene. These outfits, too tight for Jane's taste, are reinforced by multiple thin pieces of metal scattered over various parts of the suit, bearing an orange octagon as its emblem.
One of the men, taller and more charismatic than the others, steps forward towards Jane. This dark-haired man, about 50 years old, does not seem to want to take any risks in this confrontation, but no fear can be read on his face.
He carefully details the young but already beautiful girl, then he gives a sign to his men, inviting them to clear the way.
"Put down your luggage. Where we are taking you, you need not make yourself beautiful."
Jane was hoping for help from these men, but she has to face facts: A private military camp is not a 5-star hotel on a paradise island and these men are not bellhops at her service.
"All right, but can I at least take my underwear?"
The man facing him expresses no emotion, no surprise. His body remains upright as he points in the direction of the door.
"According to your father, you consented to this transfer, so we'll be as gentle as possible with you. However, we have a schedule to keep, so if you would care to take the trouble to get to the driveway, it would be in your best interest."
So wearing underwear is optional in this area. Jane breathes a small sigh of resentment. This detail, which is not insignificant to her, does not prevent her from walking to the door as the slightly boorish man, who is obviously the leader of the group, told her.
Very quickly, she finds herself in the middle of the 6 men whose eyes do not leave her for a moment. The configuration of this highly guarded escort, as well as their hands placed on their weapons, make Jane's heart beat at a very sustained rhythm.
This situation she experiences for the first time continues until she leaves the garden and reaches the driveway where her small car is parked.
Her beautiful eyes open wide in front of the enormous vehicle which today is also parked in the driveway and makes her car look like an insignificant scale model.
This thing is shaped like a combat helicopter, but the lack of blades proves that it is not. In addition to this surprising feature, the machine she didn't know existed until today has two short oval wings in the front and four reactors in line, in the back.
"Come aboard and head aft, we'll be airborne in two minutes."
Four of the men are holding their positions around Jane. The other two leave the group to move quickly to the front of the huge, heavily armed flying object.
Seeing that Jane remains frozen in front of the 3 steps leading to the inside of the vehicle, one of the men takes out a small taser from his belly pocket.
Jane, who is still observing the strange device in front of her eyes, doesn't notice anything. While that her eyes are always on the huge weapons in front of her, Jane suddenly feels a violent pain spreading inside her and breaking her through and through. Deprived of her strength and unable to control her numb limbs, she is on the verge of collapse when one of the men grabs her and pulls her towards him.
As if she didn't weigh anything, the man lifts her with ease above his powerful shoulders, where he places her, before entering what a plane whose purpose might be to transport paratroopers.
On either side of the passage through which Jane is transported to the rear, the unadorned vehicle interior has five self-adjusting seats and as many safety belts that adapt to the morphology of the host.
Jane is placed carelessly on the only metal seat in a sort of large cabin to approximate dimensions of 8.2 feet high by 6.6 feet wide.
The leader of the group stands in front of her. He looks at the time displayed by his personal assistant, then judging that there is enough time left, he turns his eyes again toward the girl whose gaze is lost in the void.
"This is a cabin made of a mixture of 6% scandium and 94% titanium. Scandium is a metal, which in addition to being extremely rare, has fascinating properties. One of them is that this metal offers excellent resistance to all kinds of wave attacks. This quadruple-shielded cabin can easily repel a level 5 electromagnetic attack and thus protect any electronics or electrical object placed inside. In the same way, this cabin does not allow a psychic to diffuse its waves towards the outside. Thus, any resistance on your part, would only prove to be a useless effort. For you, the journey will be short, so rest."
The door closes on these words, and Jane feels her body being crushed by the multiple bonds that come out of the metal wall and surround her very tightly. Still shocked by the electricity, Jane can't struggle or even make a sound when a bluish gas fills the cabin.
Jane is suddenly very tired. She wants to resist for at least a moment to prove that she won't submit so easily, but what's the point? Perhaps sleeping peacefully would be more comfortable than spending long hours awake, helpless and locked up in that metal box who's holding her prisoner?
Jane's eyes are already closing under the effect of the highly active soporific gas. Despite the violent sound of the explosion caused by the 4 reactors of the plane that is about to take off vertically, Jane's pretty sleeping face shows no sign of being disturbed.
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2 large suitcases were too much for Jane, whose strength did not develop as her agility did. She struggling to pull them all the way down the stairs that lead to the hall of the big house where part of her grew up, until 6 men dressed entirely in black stood in her way.
Their clothes glued to their tall muscular bodies could be some kind of neoprene. These outfits, too tight for Jane's taste, are reinforced by multiple thin pieces of metal scattered over various parts of the suit, bearing an orange octagon as its emblem.
One of the men, taller and more charismatic than the others, steps forward towards Jane. This dark-haired man, about 50 years old, does not seem to want to take any risks in this confrontation, but no fear can be read on his face.
He carefully details the young but already beautiful girl, then he gives a sign to his men, inviting them to clear the way.
"Put down your luggage. Where we are taking you, you need not make yourself beautiful."
Jane was hoping for help from these men, but she has to face facts: A private military camp is not a 5-star hotel on a paradise island and these men are not bellhops at her service.
"All right, but can I at least take my underwear?"
The man facing him expresses no emotion, no surprise. His body remains upright as he points in the direction of the door.
"According to your father, you consented to this transfer, so we'll be as gentle as possible with you. However, we have a schedule to keep, so if you would care to take the trouble to get to the driveway, it would be in your best interest."
So wearing underwear is optional in this area. Jane breathes a small sigh of resentment. This detail, which is not insignificant to her, does not prevent her from walking to the door as the slightly boorish man, who is obviously the leader of the group, told her.
Very quickly, she finds herself in the middle of the 6 men whose eyes do not leave her for a moment. The configuration of this highly guarded escort, as well as their hands placed on their weapons, make Jane's heart beat at a very sustained rhythm.
This situation she experiences for the first time continues until she leaves the garden and reaches the driveway where her small car is parked.
Her beautiful eyes open wide in front of the enormous vehicle which today is also parked in the driveway and makes her car look like an insignificant scale model.
This thing is shaped like a combat helicopter, but the lack of blades proves that it is not. In addition to this surprising feature, the machine she didn't know existed until today has two short oval wings in the front and four reactors in line, in the back.
"Come aboard and head aft, we'll be airborne in two minutes."
Four of the men are holding their positions around Jane. The other two leave the group to move quickly to the front of the huge, heavily armed flying object.
Seeing that Jane remains frozen in front of the 3 steps leading to the inside of the vehicle, one of the men takes out a small taser from his belly pocket.
Jane, who is still observing the strange device in front of her eyes, doesn't notice anything. While that her eyes are always on the huge weapons in front of her, Jane suddenly feels a violent pain spreading inside her and breaking her through and through. Deprived of her strength and unable to control her numb limbs, she is on the verge of collapse when one of the men grabs her and pulls her towards him.
As if she didn't weigh anything, the man lifts her with ease above his powerful shoulders, where he places her, before entering what a plane whose purpose might be to transport paratroopers.
On either side of the passage through which Jane is transported to the rear, the unadorned vehicle interior has five self-adjusting seats and as many safety belts that adapt to the morphology of the host.
Jane is placed carelessly on the only metal seat in a sort of large cabin to approximate dimensions of 8.2 feet high by 6.6 feet wide.
The leader of the group stands in front of her. He looks at the time displayed by his personal assistant, then judging that there is enough time left, he turns his eyes again toward the girl whose gaze is lost in the void.
"This is a cabin made of a mixture of 6% scandium and 94% titanium. Scandium is a metal, which in addition to being extremely rare, has fascinating properties. One of them is that this metal offers excellent resistance to all kinds of wave attacks. This quadruple-shielded cabin can easily repel a level 5 electromagnetic attack and thus protect any electronics or electrical object placed inside. In the same way, this cabin does not allow a psychic to diffuse its waves towards the outside. Thus, any resistance on your part, would only prove to be a useless effort. For you, the journey will be short, so rest."
The door closes on these words, and Jane feels her body being crushed by the multiple bonds that come out of the metal wall and surround her very tightly. Still shocked by the electricity, Jane can't struggle or even make a sound when a bluish gas fills the cabin.
Jane is suddenly very tired. She wants to resist for at least a moment to prove that she won't submit so easily, but what's the point? Perhaps sleeping peacefully would be more comfortable than spending long hours awake, helpless and locked up in that metal box who's holding her prisoner?
Jane's eyes are already closing under the effect of the highly active soporific gas. Despite the violent sound of the explosion caused by the 4 reactors of the plane that is about to take off vertically, Jane's pretty sleeping face shows no sign of being disturbed.
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