His prisoner?

"The number you are dialling is not answering. Please try later" Ryan was now frustrated hearing it again and again.

He had been trying Grace's number for the last two hours, to hear the same thing.

Grace had never done it before. She had never missed his call let alone not answered for the two hours.

He was tensed now.

He knew something was wrong. Had he missed something?

Has Grace shown any sign of trouble or has he unknowingly ignored any faint signs?

He could not remember.

"Fuck! "almost at the edge of plucking his hair, he roamed senselessly in the suite of the hotel he had booked.

He dialled her number once again and ended it immediately the moment he heard "The number..."

He needed to know what had happened.

Searching his contact list, he found the one he was looking for and dialled it.

He spoke as soon as the person answered it on the first ring" Find out about Grace."

............

2 in Left.....

3 in Right.....

Sitting on something she does not know, but guessing it to some kind of chair, hands cuffed with a rope which was loosely bound to her hands and her mouth covered by the scarf, she was unconscious for her Kidnapper, but she was conscious for herself and was counting the number of men who were coming in her proximity from different directions.

Her eyes were closed and her head bowed down, but her ears were tracing their footsteps.

She again guessed to be sitting inside some room or something when she heard the wooden door opening and closing and felt someone coming to check upon her.

They were seven in total and were talking in a foreign language.

She could not understand the exact conversation but she could faintly hear words like a mask ...ropes...face.

Before she could understand them, the door opened again and silence fell in the room.

She heard another pair of footsteps approaching her when she heard "Has she talked yet?" in a very authoritative tone.

"Not yet, Sir" she heard one of them answering and heard him continue" She is unconscious for the time being".

The man who asked just hummed in response.

Grace did not make a single movement. It was the best way to escape.

She was pretty confident to tackle all those present there, but making them alert was not a good chance.

"Why is her face still covered?? Remove it" She heard that voice again and guessed that he must be their boss.

"I will fucking kill you the moment you touched my mask" She wanted to scream at the man but no word came out.

No way was anyone going to unmask her without her consent.

"Sir, Agent King asked us not to do something like this without her permission. Once she will attain consciousness, we will ask her to remove herself" one of the agents said in response.

She felt a wave of relief immediately, but it did not last long.

"Agent King? Was he the one to kidnap her? or was he the one to order her kidnapping?" Grace's mind was racing.

...........

Sitting on his chair in the technical room with the four special agents, also famously known as The three Masters and Agent 01, Agent King was monitoring the situation of the room in which Grace was tied up.

Even though he had full trust in his agents, he was well aware of his prisoner.

He had seen her in an aggressive way and knew she was worthy of something.

She was a fighter.

And being a fighter, he knew they never lose hope even if they are on the brink of death.

"She seems good" talking to no one in particular, he murmured.

Standing to his left, Agent 01 responded immediately " Yes, it looks like it."

Agent 01 was too well aware of her skills. He had not fought with her but he had observed her body language and knew she was not an ordinary girl.

Maybe his Queen was right.

There was a reason Her Highness had demanded the girl's arrest.

Agent King chuckled.

Turning his attention to the swordsman, the one from Japan, he questioned the same " What about you?"

The swordsman did not look eager or hesitant to answer the question.

He replied casually" I can't judge since I neither have fought with her nor seen her fighting."

Agent King knew the answer beforehand.

Before he could ask the same from other masters i.e., The Archer and the knifeman, his eyes saw some movements on the screen.

His prisoner or rather the fighter girl was trying to untie the knot of the rope binding her hands at the back of the chair.

He did not panic or order any command.

Instead, his eyes switched to his agents to see them engrossed in their talking.

They had taken her lightly.

"Stop" he yelled as soon as he saw the Three Masters and Agent 01 rushing out of the room.

The four of them stopped without any objection.

"Seems like my agents need their training" His eyes focused on the monitor, he was observing his agents with hawk eyes.

He was aware the masked girl was the first girl in their custody, and his agents might have misunderstood her, but no more.

They needed to know not to underestimate any person, irrespective of their gender.

"She seems experienced" Looking at the screen, the knifeman spoke while watching the masked girl still sitting silently even though she had freed her hands a minute earlier.

"She is waiting for us to act" smiled the Agent king.

........

Somewhere in Asia, far away from Sarsilmaz and Somatrea, a man in his forties, not tall than 5'8 with a round face, and eyes covered with cat-shaped glasses was standing at the entrance of the cave in the middle of the vast empty land.

Adjusting his glasses, he glanced at the brown leather bag in his right hand and looking at it for a minute, looked away.

Just at the moment, a boy, small and weak, whitish and beautiful emerged out of the cave.

"Our leader is waiting for you" the boy spoke as soon as he spotted the man.