chance.
I tried pushing away from the wall, failing miserably. Since they had me completely immobilized, I started concentrating on Smith. Wrapping my mind around his, I grasped at the edges of his thoughts. Jackie pulled my arm up even higher, sending bolts of pain shooting through my shoulder. The joint made a nasty creaking sound. I lost my mental grip.
Inside the apartment Sammy yelled something that I couldn't make out.
Smith pulled a syringe out of his inside jacket pocket, took the cap off the end, and jabbed it in my neck.
"What the hell!" I yelled as I tried to pull my neck away. Warmth spread throughout my head.
"Relax, Mr. Benson, it's just an opiate. We don't need you probing into areas that aren't meant for you."
"How can you possibly know—"
"All of your questions will be answered in due time."
"Get off me! Someone help! We're being abducted!" Sammy screamed. Chuck carried her out of my apartment and brought her over to where we were standing. He handed her purse to Smith.
"Ash, what's going on?"
My mind felt like it was turning into mush. Concentration was becoming impossible.
"I have no idea, but it seems like we're being kidnapped by the Expendables," I said. That earned me a cuff to the back of the head from Jackie.
Smith fished her I.D. out of her purse and glanced at it. "Ms. Moore, I suggest you calm down. We're doing this for your own safety. Please remain silent as we leave the building."
"Leave the building? Kiss my ass! Put me down, you oaf. Where's your warrant? Wait until the NCAA hears about this!"
"NCAA?" I asked. "You mean the ACLU?"
"Yeah! I'm going to sue the crap out of these guys!"
Smith threw her purse back into the apartment before heading to the stairwell.
"Hey! I need that!"
Chuck put his hand over her mouth, grabbed her around the waist and started carrying her down the stairs.
"Hey!" I struggled in Jackie's grip, but my strength had evaporated. "There's no need to handle her like that." My entire body felt loose and disconnected. Despite all that was happening, I started to feel blissful.
They weren't giving me any options, at least not any that I could capitalize on anymore, so I let them lead us down the stairwell. Sammy never stopped yelling into Chuck's hand. She put up one hell of a struggle. Watching him try to carry her down four flights of stairs as she squirmed in his arms must have struck me as hilarious, because I began to giggle. Whatever they gave me had quite a kick.
As we walked out the front door of the building, they steered us toward a large white van that sat at the curb. Chuck opened the back door and threw Sammy in. Jackie pushed me beside her. The three of them climbed in, Jackie taking the wheel, and we peeled away from the curb.
"I can't believe this! Ash, please tell me who these men are!" Samantha saw the dumbass smile on my face and turned her anger on me. "How can you smile at a time like this? These men abducted us!"
"You have the cutest dimples when you're mad," I said.
She looked at me as if I had gone completely insane, which wasn't a stretch at that point. Leaning close to my face, she examined my eyes.
"What did you do to him? His pupils are the size of a needle."
"The extent of his abilities remains a mystery to us. We had to utilize a high dosage. He'll be fine in a few hours," Smith said. His tone was so matter-of-fact he could have been reading baseball statistics. "I apologize for using such extreme measures, but certain safety protocols had to be maintained. You weren't our objective, but your proximity to Mr. Benson has endangered you."
"Abilities, dosage, objective? Speak English, asshole!"
"Here they come," Chuck said as he peered out the rear window.
The rest of us turned and looked out the window, seeing a white van slide to a stop in front of our building. A trapdoor opened on the top and a man rose out of it, waist high. He lifted a rocket launcher onto his shoulder and fired it through the window of my
I tried pushing away from the wall, failing miserably. Since they had me completely immobilized, I started concentrating on Smith. Wrapping my mind around his, I grasped at the edges of his thoughts. Jackie pulled my arm up even higher, sending bolts of pain shooting through my shoulder. The joint made a nasty creaking sound. I lost my mental grip.
Inside the apartment Sammy yelled something that I couldn't make out.
Smith pulled a syringe out of his inside jacket pocket, took the cap off the end, and jabbed it in my neck.
"What the hell!" I yelled as I tried to pull my neck away. Warmth spread throughout my head.
"Relax, Mr. Benson, it's just an opiate. We don't need you probing into areas that aren't meant for you."
"How can you possibly know—"
"All of your questions will be answered in due time."
"Get off me! Someone help! We're being abducted!" Sammy screamed. Chuck carried her out of my apartment and brought her over to where we were standing. He handed her purse to Smith.
"Ash, what's going on?"
My mind felt like it was turning into mush. Concentration was becoming impossible.
"I have no idea, but it seems like we're being kidnapped by the Expendables," I said. That earned me a cuff to the back of the head from Jackie.
Smith fished her I.D. out of her purse and glanced at it. "Ms. Moore, I suggest you calm down. We're doing this for your own safety. Please remain silent as we leave the building."
"Leave the building? Kiss my ass! Put me down, you oaf. Where's your warrant? Wait until the NCAA hears about this!"
"NCAA?" I asked. "You mean the ACLU?"
"Yeah! I'm going to sue the crap out of these guys!"
Smith threw her purse back into the apartment before heading to the stairwell.
"Hey! I need that!"
Chuck put his hand over her mouth, grabbed her around the waist and started carrying her down the stairs.
"Hey!" I struggled in Jackie's grip, but my strength had evaporated. "There's no need to handle her like that." My entire body felt loose and disconnected. Despite all that was happening, I started to feel blissful.
They weren't giving me any options, at least not any that I could capitalize on anymore, so I let them lead us down the stairwell. Sammy never stopped yelling into Chuck's hand. She put up one hell of a struggle. Watching him try to carry her down four flights of stairs as she squirmed in his arms must have struck me as hilarious, because I began to giggle. Whatever they gave me had quite a kick.
As we walked out the front door of the building, they steered us toward a large white van that sat at the curb. Chuck opened the back door and threw Sammy in. Jackie pushed me beside her. The three of them climbed in, Jackie taking the wheel, and we peeled away from the curb.
"I can't believe this! Ash, please tell me who these men are!" Samantha saw the dumbass smile on my face and turned her anger on me. "How can you smile at a time like this? These men abducted us!"
"You have the cutest dimples when you're mad," I said.
She looked at me as if I had gone completely insane, which wasn't a stretch at that point. Leaning close to my face, she examined my eyes.
"What did you do to him? His pupils are the size of a needle."
"The extent of his abilities remains a mystery to us. We had to utilize a high dosage. He'll be fine in a few hours," Smith said. His tone was so matter-of-fact he could have been reading baseball statistics. "I apologize for using such extreme measures, but certain safety protocols had to be maintained. You weren't our objective, but your proximity to Mr. Benson has endangered you."
"Abilities, dosage, objective? Speak English, asshole!"
"Here they come," Chuck said as he peered out the rear window.
The rest of us turned and looked out the window, seeing a white van slide to a stop in front of our building. A trapdoor opened on the top and a man rose out of it, waist high. He lifted a rocket launcher onto his shoulder and fired it through the window of my
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