QUESTIONS UPON QUESTIONS.

CHAPTER 9: QUESTIONS UPON QUESTIONS.

Justin was suddenly awakened as a result of his head bumping hard into the car seat in front of him. Shards of glasses were scattered within the car as the car was ran into by another car as his abductors conveyed him.

An unknown group of men had kidnapped him, having paid off the neighbor some reasonable amount of money to have him sedated.

Gaining a bit of consciousness, but drowsy still, he could hear an exchange of heavy gunfire for some moment. He could see some figures falling to the ground, as they were shot. But he had no strength, neither was he cognitive enough to do anything to keep himself safe from harm's way.

After a while, the gunshots stopped. He saw the figure of a person approach him, flashing a light right at his face. Examining him, the man found that he was okay, except the concussion in his forehead.

"Wh- What's happe- What's happening?" Justin questioned faintly, squinting his eyes as he blocked off the light from entering his eyes

"He's okay. Come get him out of this junk, and let's roll," the man instructed his men.

"What's happe- Wha-"

Justin drifted back into unconsciousness as the men dragged him out of the car.

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Justin slowly opened his eyes, gaining consciousness. The effect of the sedation had wore off.

"Ouch!" Justin winced in pain.

"What the hell happened?" he asked himself, feeling a banging in his head. Touching his forehead, he felt a little bandage placed on the concussion.

"What the hell?" he exclaimed, perplexed. Looking up at the ceiling, he found that this wasn't his apartment, so he quickly jerked up from his laying position, looking around, bewildered.

He briskly got off the king size bed he was on, scouring the place.

'Where am I? How did I get here?' Justin questioned within himself. He tried retracing the events of the previous night, and recalled that he passed out while taking the beer he was offered.

"That sly devil!" he fumed. But then, he still wondered where he was.

"If this is a kidnap, then I should be holed up in some dingy prison, and not in some luxurious place as this," he reasoned.

At that moment, the door swung open and a man in black suit walked in. Justin stepped backwards defensively, as the man looked stern at first glance. Justin realized that the door wasn't even locked in the first place.

"I see you're awake," the man said. "How's your head? Still aching?"

Justin just kept mute, shaking in his boots, but he did his best to try to stay calm.

"Who are you? And what do you want from me?" Justin asked, holding up his guard.

The man stared blankly at him, expressionless, making him feel stupid.

"You don't recall what happened last night, now do you?" The man asked. Justin shook his head in the negative.

"You were kidnapped, and we instructed to save you," the man explained.

'Instructed to save me?' Justin questioned within himself. "Who instructed you to save me?" Just questioned.

"You'll find out in due time," the man replied hesitantly. Justin shook his head, and sighed frustratedly, as he still didn't know why he was there.

"Am I a prisoner? Or am I free to leave?" Justin asked.

"Breakfast will be sent to you in a few minutes," the man said, walking out of the room.

"Great. I'm a prisoner," he said frustratedly. He took note that the door wasn't locked upon the man's exit.

True to his words, a few minutes later, Justin heard a knock on the door and it swung open immediately, and a lady walked in. From the lady's attire, he could tell she was a room attendant.

She pushed in the gueridon trolley conveying the food. She carefully placed the food she brought on a small table in the room.

"Do enjoy your meal, sir," she said, exiting the room.

Justin walked over and opened the food to examine it. He was amazed at the kind of delicacy he was served.

Seeing the food suddenly made him realize he was hungry, so he helped himself to the delicacy he was offered.

'After all, I'd rather not die hungry, if I were to,' he reasoned.

When he was done eating, he decided to make his move, in an attempt to escape. He stealthily opened the door and crept out of the room.

Looking around, he was surprised to find that what he thought to be a hotel was actually a house, but it was palatial and aesthetically built to taste.

He was surprised to not find any guard around the house. It made him wonder, but still chose to go on with his plan which was already in motion, even though things seemed a bit too easy.

He decided to head down the stairs, to make a run for it. Stepping down from the stairwell, he heard a deep voice, which startled and caused him to halt.

"Already showing your propensity for survival I see. Keep it up, you'll need it."

Justin turned slowly to see who it was. He was shocked to see who it was.

"Oh my god! Mr Newton Bishop!" Justin gasped, with his mouth gaping.

"I see you know me," Mr Bishop responded as he majestically sat on his favorite chair in his gigantic living room, crossing his leg. Two bodyguards dressed in black suit, stood close by on his left and right hand side.

"It truly is an honor to meet you," Justin approached him excitedly. The guards stepped forward like robots, barricading Justin.

"It's okay. Let him come closer," Mr Bishop instructed his guards. They bowed and went back to their position. Justin then walked closer to him, standing right in front of him. Mr Bishop looked at him intently as he was up close.

"Sir, you've been an inspiration to me way back when I was much younger. Working with you- I mean, working for you at your establishment has been my dream, hence the reason I left Texas and came all the way to New York," Justin expressed himself elatedly.

"Is that so?" Mr Bishop pursed his lips, and sipped his hot latte and placed it down on the saucer beside him.

"Yes sir," Justin replied smiling.

The man who had met Justin in his room walked into the living room and bowed before Mr Bishop, and said softly, but in his distinct deep voice, "It's been taken care of."

Mr Bishop nodded in acknowledgement. Seeing this, Justin then reasoned within him quickly.

"Um, sorry to ask this, but, if you're his boss, you must've been the one to instruct him to save me. Right?" Justin asked.

"Why, sir?" he queried.

Mr Bishop simply smirked at his question.