Incubus Dreams - October 30th

[anita_blake]

As Anita drives through the city, heading towards the Church of Eternal Life, she hears her cell phone ring. Careful to keep her eyes on the road, she picks it up, frowning as she pulls up to a red light. She sees Zerbowski's name on the screen of the phone and quickly answers.

"What have you got, Zerbrowski?" she asks, impatient and eager.

Comments

[ab_npc]

"Uh... that our kidnapper's got a thing for paranormal females? That's one hell of a line-up."

[anita_blake]

"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.

[ab_npc]

Ronnie stands from her seat when the clatter of the phone is followed by Anita's scream. Had those been squealing tires?

"Anita?" she tries, repeating the name louder when there's no response. "Shit shit shit!" She slaps her phone shut and paces the small space of her office, cursing to herself.

Grabbing her phone off the desk again, she waves her fingers over the keys for a few seconds. She thinks to call the cops. Anita had been talking to Zerbrowski, after all. Then again, if she couldn't find where those damned vans had been going since the warehouse, she isn't sure the cops will be able to do any better.

Closing her eyes, she heaves a great breath in and lets it out slowly. Staring at her phone, she finally keys the only number she can think of and waits while it rings.