Creative Writing (story) part 7

At Bogota, things were different. The commotion of the events had caused panic in the city. The airport was closed for small aircrafts and all of the schools had been closed down early because of the news. The police were still checking the school and tracking any clue that could be useful to see what had happened. Elena was at a police station with Nicolas and some other friends. She was completely hysterical. It was not common at all for something like this to happen in Bogota and although kidnapping was not that rare in Colombia, nothing like this had ever happened in the capital city. It was the first time that the kidnappers used an aircraft to transport their victims. The police was blaming the F.A.R.C, which was a terrorist group in Colombia who kidnapped, murdered, and illegally produced drugs to sell outside Colombia in places like the United States or some European countries. However the F.A.R.C had already declared themselves innocent because there was no reason to kidnap the son of Gabriel Nogales for them other than the money. The police knew that the F.A.R.C could be lying but it was a good excuse, Nogales was not involved in politics of any kind and this were the usual people who were kidnapped by the F.A.R.C. It was a very strange incident and the whole police department was very confused.
Mr. and Mrs. Nogales came to the police station immediately after receiving the horrible phone call. Maria Paula was devastated and was crying her eyes off. Gabriel would try to hide his fury and his sadness but a tear would leave his eyes occasionally and inside he was as devastated as his wife. They couldn’t understand why had it been Blake and not one of them because they didn’t even know the reason of Blake’s kidnapping. They supposed it was the money what the criminals wanted and they made a public offer at RCN; one of the most famous television channels in Colombia asking the kidnappers to please inform them what they wanted.
While the family suffered and the police was in panic, a girl in Bogota watched the news perplexed thinking about the boy who was now a prisoner at the jungle. She knew perfectly well who the kidnapper was and where the boy was being hidden but she was not going to say anything. She had orders not to and after all she was working for the kidnapper himself. The girl’s name was Sara. She was only eighteen years old but already she lived by herself in a big apartment in Bogota. Her fake documents said she was twenty-five and she was good at lying. Sara was expecting a call which would come in any minute now. She knew that now the Nogales boy had been kidnapped it was her turn to take part in the plan designed by the man she worked for.
Then, the phone finally ringed. She stood up from the couch and picked up the phone. The cold voice to which she was used to spoke.
“Hello Sara, are you watching the new yet?” said the man.
“What must I do now?” said Sara ignoring the cruel joke the man had just said.
“Sara my girl, I think time has come for you to come in the plan. Have you met Elena Nogales yet?”