The local runner may have been new, but he was the one assigned by the lead to save the girl once they new the kidnapping was in motion. He never knew where they got the information but it was always accurate. The structural organization was efficient and effective and not to mention well known and very active in community developments. It was like they wanted own the city, this itself could be although be true, just never told to anyone.
The house was located safely in a good neighborhood and not to far from the venue, it was a nice house very modern, but well landscaped and looked like any upscale modern home in the city. With one city architectural firm the look could not change much anyways. Everyone loved the cities upscale designs and those that purchased them loved too. So new ideas was not of interest.
The girl was sitting on the living sofa, the local runner had his own circle inside, all standing around poised and waiting. Two high tech looking chicks that fit the structural organizational model and three guys that fit the script too. All nodded as they came in.
They girl looked still in a shock staring downward, although sensing she remained oblivious to their entry, but feeling the comfort of so many good people around she naturally felt at ease, every one knew who the structural organization people was, and even she knew!
They did what others couldn’t and wouldn’t do, they really helped. At least they cared enough to help and everyone they helped became one of them.
The local runner walked over to the girl, now she was sitting with a coffee in hand, one of crew members must of gave it to her.
The local runner said in a strong firm voice, “Your going to one of us now and we will take care of you.” You will learn everything there is we know, and we will work together in the structural organization to bring a new light of illumination to these streets.
Looking over to the lead he said, “The is my lead, he is the one who assigned me to insure your safety.”
The girl now looking up at him as he spoke sipping her coffee with teary red eyes, turned to look at the lead that assigned him.
When their eyes caught, the lead immediately nodded and said it my honor to be at service to you Anura. I know your name!
Then before she could speak or gesture a word to surface he continue. “We will take care of you now, our local runner will be your contact.” If you ever need to reach me directly, please go the venue. The one everyone knows about, here’s my card as well.
First she will learn who her father is, very important in building this relationship, because in him she will learn to trust, just as we do in everything. The Father takes in every girl left and abandoned and gives them a life, we are like the mediators in this business because he never liked what these girls lived anyways. Out of her gratitude and appreciation she now will serve the Father, the one who cared for them first.
Let’s head inside so I can see her affirm her condition. The local runner nodded in agreement and said, “Okay, let’s head in!”
She took his card while he held it firmly with both hands holding each lower bottom corner of the business card in slight bow awaiting for it to be taken.
She took the card and looked at it from one hand, while taking another sip of her coffee with the other hand, then she said in quiet voice, Thankyou.
The lead lifted up from his bow and turn to leave, the local runner followed.
(To Be Conitued)
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