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Central International Airport Chapter #11You Can't Escape the Past by: Irothane   Kanya tried to slow her frantic breathing as her captor backed her toward the front of the plane. The knife at her throat trembled, and at any moment, it might suddenly slice one of her arteries.
She could now see two other figures taking hostages: an elderly man and a young mother with her baby were shoved into the aisle. Two more awaited orders from their leader, who was currently breathing down Kanya's neck. Her fear stifled the urge to try and wrestle the knife away. That would be suicide.
"Get the pilot and copilot," he instructed in a familiar gruff voice. "Now my dear..." He backed her further up the narrow aisle and when he reached the cockpit, he motioned her to open the door to the tiny bathroom. He pushed her into the bathroom, nearly giving her whiplash. He followed, shutting the door behind him.
She didn't have time to catch a glimpse of him in the mirror when he spun her around to face him, knife still poised with deadly intent.
"Raul!" she exclaimed. At first she was relieved, but the she remembered what had happened two short days ago.
"I'm not a fool, Kanya. You can't just slip out of my fingers, no matter what color you dye your hair."
She had no response. She just stared at him as if he wasn't real. How could he be? Yet, he seemed real enough - six-feet tall, dashing features, dark tan, well-kept black goatee, and that mesmerizing Hispanic accent that had originally pulled her into his web of secrets.
"I'm not a man who'd let two-and-a-half million dollars worth of jewels walk away," Raul said. He looked deep into her eyes. "Where are they, Kanya?"
"Raul, how did you...?" she started to stammer. He brought he knife up to her neck again. She'd played poker with him. He never bluffed.
"Where are the diamonds?" he asked. "I let you in on the most abitious heist of my career only to have you betray me? You will pay for that error."
"I don't have them," she lied. She always had a knack for bending the truth to her own ends. "I sold them."
"I don't believe you," Raul said. Kanya gulped, the knife brushed her neck... | Members who added to this interactive
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