Deviation Actions
Description
"Excuse me darlin'. Got a light?"
Agent codenamed "Pout" smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry," she said, "I don't smoke." She gave no sign of her suspicions. 'This must be it' she thought to herself.
The man had stepped out of the late evening shadows at the perfect time for an ambush. There was little traffic, and no pedestrians. The perfect place, too. At this point on her evening walk, something she'd taken care to establish for over a week, she passed under a wide railway bridge with poor lighting. The transit van parked to her left would block the view if anyone did come by.
The man himself looked ordinary enough, but his clothes were tailored in a way that would hide his build. He moved like someone who knew how to fight. And despite his almost perfect Midwestern accent, there was the tiniest hint of Eastern European.
He smirked. "That's alright darlin'. I don't smoke either." He held up his cigarette carton. "But I do have a light."
A sudden flash from the carton dazzled her. She fought down her natural reaction, to strike at him, and instead put her hands to her eyes and squealed. Simultaneously she heard the van's doors slam open, and three sets of footsteps rush from it to her. So too had the man in front.
Their actions were swift, coordinated. Clearly they all knew what to do, had rehearsed this, and probably carried out similar acts. The man in front pressed his leather gloved hand over her mouth. She only attempted to scream after he had done so, knowing that he would expect that.
The others quickly pressed her face first against the side of the van, pinioning her arms and legs. Again, knowing they would become suspicious if she didn't struggle, she squirmed as if helpless in their grasp. With practiced precision they removed her long raincoat, never giving her a chance to slip free.
The rasp of duct tape surprised her. If these were who she suspected, they would probably have had far more effective tools at their disposal. Perhaps these were not her quarry?
'No,' she told herself as her arms were bound tightly behind her, 'these guys are too professional'. Having been bound by experts she could appreciate the techniques.
Her legs were bound next, then the hand removed from her mouth long enough for a tape gag to be applied. One of the men scooped her up, still wriggling, and placed her with surprising care into the back of the van. The doors were shut, the light went off.
To maintain the illusion that she did not want to be here, Pout cried out as much as the gag allowed, and kicked at the side of the van. She took care though not to make too much noise, as she could hear the men speaking in Russian. One was instructed to take her coat, with her phone in the pocket, and covertly leave it at a nearby bar. That might put anyone looking for her off the scent. Another was told to sanitize this location to avoid forensic evidence. Both were told to return to the rendezvous point after taking "the usual precautions."
That satisfied Pout as to their identity. She was now sure they were a NOSFERATU kidnap team.
Excellent. Part one of the plan was complete...
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The concept of the bad guys having dedicated kidnap teams was inspired by https://www.deviantart.com/planets-of-orion, in a reply to this piece:
I liked the notion, so thought I'd develop it a little!
Fuck, yeah. She looks great!