SS: The Mark of Innocence II - Ch 9 Pg 109 COMPLETED - Page 43

Where Zack was adamant that Zoya had good reason for her betrayal my heart was over powered by my mind that was saying that she could not be trusted.

As we sat there through the night we saw the rays of the sun brightening the sky. We had gone through absolutely everything between us but nothing made sense. Where was Zoya and what was she here to do, why were we a part of her plan?

My wrist started to burn, the rope caused friction against my skin as I kept on struggling. I let out a frustrated growl, at the same time is saw Ayesha manage to finally wriggle her hands free. 'Asad, Zack...wait' she called out as she quickly untied her feet and ran towards us. Once we were free we ran towards the door only to stop upon hearing loud bangs and noises of crashes outside.

Running back towards the window we saw a whole army of officers surrounding the place 'Ya Allah what is going on?' Ayesha said 'we need to get out of her and find Zoya now' Zack said. As we exited our room we saw a lot of people running around.

I grabbed the first member of staff I could find 'excuse me, what is going on...why have we been surrounded' the young girl looked back at me with fear seeping through her eyes 'Sir, please stay in your rooms until we notify you otherwise' 'ok...but tell us what has happened' I urged her 'two delegates from the Indian government that were here for the conference have been killed...I don't know the full details but we have been surrounded by every law enforcement you can think of...you need to go back inside, please sir' I looked towards Ayesha, who understood what I was asking of her. As me and Zack walked back towards our room Ayesha slipped away trying to find out what had happened.

'Zack, I can't just sit here...we need to get out' 'Asad stop...don't forget who we are...were, we can't afford to be caught' 'we won't...we need to go' as much as he was against us leaving we walked towards the door to find Ayesha standing before us 'Tariq Mishra...its him behind this...I just saw him walk out with one of the men from last night'.

Both Zack and I looked at her 'Tariq is behind this...with Zoya...why is she with him...I thought he was looking after your assignments...what possible link does he have to Zoya' 'Asad, after Commando it was Tariq who overtook everything...where all of us stepped away from being the Dark Angels...I guess Zoya never did, after she escaped...I mean maybe she never did, who knows she has never really told us what had happened to her and whatever she did say we don't know how much of that was the truth'

'Zoya...did you see her?' 'No, I didn't. The countries involved...they think it was a setup...one that went wrong, there is going to be a sever back lash' 'this is a lot bigger than we thought...but I still don't get what they wanted, what is Tariq and his team after?' Not being able to withstand any longer I picked up my phone and walked out, Zack tried to call out to me only to be stopped by Ayesha 'let him go Zack, he won't rest in peace until he knows that she is ok...he may show to be angry but he is more concerned, no matter what he loves her'.

Whilst Asad was gone Ayesha and Zack packed their equipment away 'Zoya has been abroad for a good few years...she built her fashion empire...she travelled the world, why would she get involved with Tariq...and why kill the Angels, what purpose did that fulfil?' Zack asked. Ayesha sat down 'Zack, every known agency is after us. We were trained by Commando, his own personal killing machines, the intel we have is worth millions and definitely worth our deaths...if Zoya never really stopped living her life as a Dark Angel then Tariq would narrow down and created his elite army by killing off any one who posed as a threat' 'ok...but then why are we still alive, are we not a threat?' Maybe she was ordered to kill us...but didn't follow it through...or maybe she just used us to get us here' 'she didn't need to use us...she would have got here regardless' 'nothing makes sense...I hope Asad can find her before anyone else finds us'.