Caught in the Eye of the Storm

(Kelly's POV)

Rashad's voice echoed in the confined space of the helicopter, his words chilling me to the bone. I looked around, taking in the grim faces of the men surrounding me. The masked man who had brought me here was now sitting across from me, his eyes hidden behind the mask, but I could feel his gaze on me.

The helicopter continued to climb higher, the lights of the city below becoming smaller and smaller. I felt a sense of dread settling in my stomach as I realized the gravity of my situation. I was trapped, with no way out, in the hands of a criminal.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. I had to think, had to find a way out of this. But how? I was miles above the ground, in a helicopter full of men who were clearly not on my side.

As I racked my brain for a plan, Rashad turned to me again. "You're probably wondering where we're going," he said, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough."

His words sent a shiver down my spine. I had no idea what lay ahead, but I knew one thing for sure - I had to find a way to escape, and fast. The question was, how?

As the helicopter ascended, my eyes were drawn to a flickering light in the corner of the cabin. It was a small TV screen mounted on the wall. The screen was displaying live footage from the police station, specifically from the toilet. It was a disconcerting sight.

Sarah and several other officers were visible, going about their duties, oblivious to the fact that they were being watched.

Rashad had somehow managed to plant a camera in the most unlikely of places. The toilet. A place where people felt safe, where they believed they were alone. But they weren't. We were watching them, every move, every gesture.

While we were watching, my attention was drawn to a figure on the screen. A leg, sticking out from one of the toilet stalls. It was motionless, lifeless. My heart pounded in my chest as I realized what I was seeing. Someone was in there, and they weren't moving.

The officers continued their rounds, still unaware of the camera or the lifeless figure in the toilet. Then, one of them walked into the toilet. He kicked the lifeless leg, looked around nervously, and then disappeared from view. The camera's focus was limited to the toilet, so I couldn't see where he went or what he did next.

A cold dread settled in my stomach. What was happening? Who was the lifeless figure in the toilet? And why was Rashad watching this? I had more questions than answers, everyone in the helicopter were monstrous looking men with dark glasses, they didn't look like they've smiled in ages.

The hum of the helicopter blades was a constant drone in the background, but my focus was solely on the screen. The flickering images painted a story that was unfolding in real time, a story that I was a part of, albeit unwillingly.

The officer who had kicked the lifeless leg was now out of sight, swallowed by the blind spot of the camera. The toilet was empty again, save for the lifeless figure. The other officers continued their rounds, their faces a mask of routine professionalism. They were oblivious to the drama that was unfolding in the toilet, and to the eyes that were watching them from above.

I could feel the tension in the cabin of the helicopter. The men were silent, their attention also on the screen. Rashad was leaning forward, his eyes hidden behind his dark shades, but the set of his jaw told me he was intently watching the scene unfold.

Suddenly, the screen flickered and then went black. I blinked, disoriented. Rashad let out a curse, and the masked man quickly started fiddling with the controls. The screen flickered back to life, but the view was different. It was no longer the toilet. It was a corridor, and at the end of it, I could see the officer who had kicked the lifeless leg. He was talking to another officer, their voices a low murmur that was drowned out by the roar of the helicopter's engine.

I felt a chill run down my spine. The game had changed. The stakes were higher. And I was in the middle of it all, a pawn in Rashad's dangerous game. "What is all this going on? I muttered to myself.

The camera view shifted again, following this same officer named Ronny. The name was clearly visible on his chest, and as he moved, the camera moved with him. It was a drone, I realized, a small, unobtrusive device that was now our eyes inside the police station.

Ronny moved with purpose, his steps echoing in the quiet corridor. He entered a room filled with computers, the glow from the screens casting an eerie light on his face. On one of the screens, I could see a blip - our helicopter. They were tracking us.

My heart pounded in my chest as I watched Ronny and the other officers in the control room. They were preparing another helicopter, a special one, to follow us. On another screen, I could see a map with a marked landing spot. They knew where we were headed.

A cold dread settled in my stomach. We were being hunted, and they were closing in. I glanced at Rashad, but his face was impassive, his eyes hidden behind his dark shades. He seemed unperturbed by the developments, but I could see the tension in his jaw.

I turned my attention back to the screen, watching as the officers in the control room continued their preparations.

As I racked my brain for a plan, the helicopter continued its steady ascent. The city lights were now just tiny specks below us, and the night sky was a vast expanse of darkness.

Then, a shrill alarm pierced the drone of the helicopter's engine, accompanied by a flashing red light. I turned my attention back to the screen, my heart pounding in my chest. The view had switched back to the toilet. Sarah was there now, her face pale and shocked. She had found the lifeless body.

I watched as she called out, her voice silent on the screen but her urgency clear in her movements. One by one, the other officers gathered, their faces mirroring Sarah's shock and horror. The camera angle only allowed me to see the lifeless legs protruding from the stall, but it was enough. The toilet was now a crime scene.

I scanned the faces of the officers, looking for Ronny. But he was nowhere to be seen.