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Spain Part 1
There is nothing like a vacation in Spain. It's unique anytime of the year, and it's always strangely foreboding while holding its arms open to welcome you. It may be brutally hot and strangely cold depending on where you are and when you go there. When you're a criminal on the run from INTERPOL, it can be a fantastic place to hide with so many rocks to sneak between both in the inland and the coastal regions alike. Those rocks provide a perfect hiding place, and with the frequency of visitors to that spot also provide ripe opportunity for hostages.
Joachim Fritzmüller was such a man on the run from the law having successfully stolen from the largest jewelry store in all of France. He had adequately planned for this crime as he had a large and full mustache and beard and only to shave it off. In addition, he had worn fake glasses during the crime. His clothes had been stuffed with pillows and fabric to make him seem much larger than he really was.
Now here he was in coastal Spain. While he hadn't yet been identified from his perusal of media outlets, he knew the time would come. His goal was to reach Africa and make the jewels disappear into the collections of wealthy descendants of the Berbers. They would transfer some of their wealth to him in a very, very big way.
Ellen Momrak enjoys walking from her parent's vacation home toward the coastline, some two miles or so, and staring out at the bright Mediterranean from that position. You will notice her instantly because she's got a decidedly Scandinavian blonde hair and tanned skin (the loved the Mediterranean sun), and her muscles are large and strong from a combination of different experiences: crossfit, lifeguarding, and bondage rope bunny. This time, however, she was on vacation by herself.
Given the location and where she was heading, Ellen was comfortable letting it all be seen. She was wearing only tight jean shorts and a black tank-top. Little effort was needed to know that you ought not to anger her in anyway; between the muscle and the perpetual confidence on her face, it was easy to see that she could put up a fight. As she walked toward the rocks, she pulled her hair up into a bun using a red scrunchie.
She stood on the beach letting the cool marine wind refresh her senses and enjoying the smells and sounds. It was a lot to take in, and the setting sun behind her created an unique effect upon the calm waters. A beach walk requires walking, though, and Ellie started to move herself along the shoreline toward one of the many rocky cliffs along the coastline.
"Excuse me, are you local?" a male voice asked her.
"No, but I have a place here," Ellie answered the voice.
"I love exploring rock formation. Do these have small alcove?" he asked further.
"Oh, yeah! They're cool. Check it out!" she pointed toward a cliff.
"Thanks to you!" he nodded and walked away.
Ellie thought nothing of that. She had explored the cliffs herself on many occasions. They were a fantastic place to go climbing, and she even knew of one cave that actually exited a hundred feet or so closer to the shore. While she was thinking this way, another person disrupted her thoughts.
"Excuse me, miss, have you seen any suspicious characters around here?" a male voice asked her again.
"Just me and another guy. Why?" she asked the man who looked very official.
"He has stolen 10.000.000€ of jewelry. Keep an eye out for him. Here are a couple pictures; have you seen him?"
"Ummm...," Ellie studied the bearded man in the photos, "No! Good luck, officer!"
How strange of a criminal to come here of all places! Then again, those rocks did provide plenty of places to hide even though they were easy enough to climb. Perhaps she should go explore those before it gets dark? Ellie began heading that way with a smile on her face.
The rocks looked as threatening as ever despite their general kindness. Perhaps a sailor would loathe this locale, but for the people it made a great place to waste an hour during a holiday. For Ellie, it made a great place to spend a little time, and it put her a little closer to the house. That just was a win-win.
"Don't move!" she heard a familiar voice behind her, "Hands where I see them. No turn around!"
"What do you want?" she gruffly asked him.
"You talk to INTERPOL man. Walk toward the cliff!"
Ellie had no choice to do what the man said especially once she realized he had a gun in his hand. She had no clue what was happening beyond the obvious connection between this man and the officer who had just talked to her. Was this man the jewel thief or an accomplice?
As they marched into the rocks and out of sight, the man ordered Ellie to stop. He clamped three pairs of rigid Irish 8 handcuffs on her body: at her wrists, above her elbows, and at her ankles. Then, a 2 inch (5 cm) black ball gag entered her mouth.
Ellie was now the hostage of a jewel thief who was desperate to escape.