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May 27, 2008 Unknown location 2053 hours Paige took in her surroundings as she waited with two Section men flanking her. They were outside of the van and they were apparently waiting for something. She did not recognize where she was though she had an idea of where she could be. They had only driven for twenty minutes or so and there were only so many secluded places in central Jersey one could hide a van...two vans make that. Paige fixed her gaze on the other van approaching. Transfer? Or back up team? The sinking in her stomach confirmed the latter as she watched two more thugs push Baz out in front of them. Baz fixed his eyes on her. He was pissed. "You didn't actually think we were gonna let him go, did ya?" the leader said to her sarcastically. "You understand," she smiled, "I had to try?" He scoffed at her as the seven of them still waited for whatever was coming. And standing there is when she first felt it. It may have been going on for some time but she hadn't noticed it until now. Her right arm was tingling. The tracker? Her eyes fixed on Baz's as she questioned him silently. There were only two people that could get her tracker working - Michael or Joshua. And she knew Baz didn't know Michael, so that left Joshua. It would make sense, for him and Joshua were friends, that if something happened and Baz even suspected it was Section related, he would definitely call Joshua before he called Grey. The fact they had been talking about Joshua and Section seconds before they were taken was merely coincidental. If Joshua activated the tracker, then he couldn't be behind it. So, whoever these guys were working for, it wasn't Joshua. Michael? But she knew them two were working together. If she ever wished for the ability to read a person's thoughts - it would be now. Why wasn't she afraid? She thought she should be. Maybe because somewhere inside, in those dark places that knew her better than she cared to admit, was that little discordant note ringing. It knew the tracker was still there, it knew that was her link to the man with the glowing eyes and the overwhelming intensity. Would that same man that dragged her into the passionate depths of hell time and time again, that worked her mind and body into anarchy, would that man be the one to rescue her? She didn't need the tingling in her arm to tell her that he would. Perhaps, she knew that all along. There were strong men, and there were smart men, and Joshua...Joshua was both. That made him particularly dangerous. But being the prized possession that she was to him, that made him particularly dangerous to those that currently stood about her. Joshua was not behind this and he would never stand for someone getting in the way of whatever plans he had. He was looking for her, looking for his possession, for his goods. And god help those that stood in his way. Maybe that was exactly why she wasn't afraid. The sound of approaching chopper blades broke through her thoughts. That probably wouldn't be so good. She turned to the leader, "I can't fly in that thing." "Yeah, why not?" "Concussion," she said, having to raise her voice as the chopper closed in on them. "Concussion?" "Yeah, head injury, can't fly." "My heart bleeds for you," he said sarcastically and dropped a hood over her head. Well, that was that. They were shuffled into the chopper and belted down. "Now don't go trying anything funny you two. Wouldn't want to have to hurt you." Prick, Paige thought to herself. The sound of the chopper blades beating overhead was already getting to her and the dull thump began deep in her mind. She wondered briefly where they were going. They couldn't fly to Section One in a chopper. Could fly to an airport though, that was certainly plausible. Then from the airport maybe somewhere else? Did it matter really? Probably not, but she would still look for an opportunity to escape. Of course, Baz being along for the ride made things that much more difficult. She sighed, leaning back in her seat. The tingling in her arm was now being replaced by a numbness as the nerves wore themselves out. It was spreading into her shoulder and would soon enough, most likely, settle right in her neck. That was good, though. Numbness was always better than tingling. And maybe the stupid fucking tracker that she hated so much would just kill her. She found it increasingly more difficult to think as the pounding steadily increased. The hood didn't help either, nor the sensations of the chopper that manifested themselves in steady waves in her stomach. She wondered if she would heave? Hours later she wasn't doing too much better. She had fallen into a restless sleep, more of a migraine like sleep, caught somewhere between dull aching thumps and seconds of reprieve. "Give me your hand," someone was shouting near her. What the hell was this about? She felt someone grabbing her hand and she reflexively pulled it back. "Give me your hand," he yelled to her again. The person, she assumed the one that was yelling to her, was holding her left hand and tapping it. "You're going to feel a stick," he shouted again. Then she felt it, the familiar feeling of a needle being forced into her vein on the back of her hand. She waited for a moment expecting to feel something, some sort of drug introduced into her system, but she felt nothing. Then there was tape being placed over the needle, still in place. A line...he had started a line. Which meant something might be given to her later. More than likely would definitely be given to her later. Great, she thought, a cast on one arm and a saline lock in the other. Her night was getting better by the moment. A short time after that they finally pulled off her hood. She squinted in the dim light of the chopper cabin. Baz was sitting across from her, still hooded, and he also had a saline lock in his right hand, his left arm, thankfully, was still in the sling. At least they hadn't hurt him...yet. Baz was flanked by one Section man and another sat next to her. The last one, the one she assumed had been yelling to her was crouched at her feet pulling up a syringe. She looked to the window and saw nothing but blackness. So, they were over water but moving in what direction she had no idea. The man crouching in front of her turned to her gesturing for her hand. She didn't move nor did she offer up her hand to him. Kick him, she thought. But then what? Her sudden notion of defending herself was put to rest when the Section man across from her put his arm over Baz and shoved his weapon into the side of Baz's head. She watched Baz stiffen and start to protest not knowing what was going on since he couldn't see. "Listen to me," the man at her feet yelled to her. "This IS going to happen...I suggest you relax and cooperate." The Section man next to her planted the muzzle of his own weapon against her temple. "Do it," he shouted at her. She looked to Baz once more than gave her hand to the man in front of her. She watched him as he undid the lock and inserted the needle. He pushed the drug in and withdrew the needle. He smiled up to her, "have a nice sleep." The edges of her vision blurred immediately, the sound of the beating blades overhead dimmed, and the darkness finally swallowed her. Return |
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