Chapter 204: Slave
Zach could smell a whiff of metallic rust beneath the smell of damp and fishy odor inside where he was chained in shackles. He could also hear a loud clang of metals and the sound of splashing waves. He knew he was confined inside a container that seemed to have already been loaded into a ship which had already set sail towards the open sea.
Leon was definitely a cunning and sly man who always had a well devised plan B, ready to put into action anytime to help him escape.
After Jeru left to bring Thea to safety, Zach was left fighting Draco on his own. At that time, several more of Leon’s men had emerged from the lower decks of the Ghost Ship and managed to grasp him from behind. A gun was pointed at him but Leon, who miraculously had gotten up to his feet again after Zach’s last blow, decided not to kill him, saying that Zach would still be useful to him as a bargaining chip with the authorities if necessary.
Leon had managed to escape with a few of his men through a secret passage that would bring them to a detachable turbo submarine that was well hidden beneath the hull of the Ghost ship.
Zach had been fighting so much that his body had started to feel the effects. His vision had started to blur and he sighed upon the realization that the contact lenses which also served as a tracking device had torn. Probably from one of the blows he had received during the fights. He removed them as they had malfunctioned and they were only hurting his eyes even more.
He cursed as the absolute absence of light had weakened his senses. He couldn’t see anything except for the darkest shade of greys. It had been days since Leon had caged him inside that dark container. He didn’t know the exact duration anymore as he had begun to lose his sense of time. He wondered where that bastard was headed.
But he was at least thankful that Leon had decided to keep him alive.
"Keira, I’m sorry..." Zach murmured as he slumped onto the ground helplessly. He was not able to keep his promise to her. He was feeling extremely distressed as he knew that he had most likely been declared missing in action and presumed dead. And he just couldn’t bear the thought of Keira crying at that news.
This was not the first time he had been held captive by enemies but he had always been able to remain calm and disengage himself from any sorts of emotions. This didn’t mean that he had never cared about his own life. No, he had always valued his life and he would always fight to stay alive. But even though he would always do his utter best to survive, because of his love for his family, he was a soldier and he had always known the risk of being a soldier. The odds of being killed in a mission were high and he was always prepared for that.