
The leader of the abductors, drenched in sweat, the mask still firmly on his face, stared around.
'We have done what we had to.' He looked at his companions. There were twelve in all, and he counted them carefully making sure no one had been forgotten. 'Now we must wait,' he ordered. 'Those who are not of us may go.'
Some of the men left; those remaining squatted down, staring up at their leader.
'You must stay there.' He left the cavern and walked down the long, ill-lit gallery stretching into the darkness. He knew his visitor would be waiting for him there. He saw a torch move and paused. He must go no further. A figure stepped out of the darkness, a woman swathed in robes. He could smell her perfume.
'Did it go well?' The voice was soft but carrying. 'Were there any problems? Was anybody hurt?'
'There were no problems.' The leader felt as if his face was steaming hot beneath his mask; he wished he could take it off, but he knew the rules. 'The girl has been taken,' he continued. 'She is safe. We await the ransom.'
'Good.' The voice echoed. 'But I asked you, was anybody hurt?'
'She was with a man,' the leader replied. 'We heard them talking. He tried to resist but we pushed him to the ground.' 'You did not kill him?'
