"Yeah, it is. I'm at the Church of Eternal Life now to talk to Malcolm about the missing girl, and--" Anita breaks off when she hears the squeal of brakes right behind her. She turns and sees a sickeningly familiar auto parts logo on the side of an equally familiar van. The rear doors burst open and three figures dressed in all black and ski masks spill out.
Anita drops the cell phone -- she'll apologize to Ronnie later -- and goes for her gun. She simply hadn't been prepared to be jumped, though, and can't get it clear of the holster before there's a pressing weight on each arm. Both (presumably) men are taller and stronger than she is, and have grips on her that deny her all leverage.
Hating herself for it, she falls back on the last, desperate resort of helpless women across the world -- she screams. Unfortunately, as she breathes in again for a second scream, a cloth clamps across her mouth from behind, and instead of air, she gets a lungful of chloroform. Ah, well, she thinks, at least I'll be awake in a few minutes. Her souped-up metabolism would burn through it in no time.
Then she feels the prick of a needle jabbing into her neck, and just before the world goes black, she revises her estimate and instead, thinks simply, Fuck.
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Date: 2009-11-07 11:18 pm (UTC)Anita drops the cell phone -- she'll apologize to Ronnie later -- and goes for her gun. She simply hadn't been prepared to be jumped, though, and can't get it clear of the holster before there's a pressing weight on each arm. Both (presumably) men are taller and stronger than she is, and have grips on her that deny her all leverage.
Hating herself for it, she falls back on the last, desperate resort of helpless women across the world -- she screams. Unfortunately, as she breathes in again for a second scream, a cloth clamps across her mouth from behind, and instead of air, she gets a lungful of chloroform. Ah, well, she thinks, at least I'll be awake in a few minutes. Her souped-up metabolism would burn through it in no time.
Then she feels the prick of a needle jabbing into her neck, and just before the world goes black, she revises her estimate and instead, thinks simply, Fuck.