A man stepped out of the shadows, holstering a weapon. “Time to go, little girl,” he said calmly. His face was wickedly handsome, his body lethal. A dark, fathomless eye riveted hers, the other was covered with a black eye patch. As if hypnotized, she was unable to react. Lifting her like a sack of potatoes, he carried her to the unmarked building. A medical team met them at the door.
“Is she injured?”
“Check for yourself,” her abductor replied. “Next time, do your own dirty work. She killed two of my team and incapacitated the rest.”
“Thank you, Staff Sergeant. We’ll see to her now.”
“Make sure she doesn’t remember,” he said softly. “I don’t want her to recognize me when she wakes up.”
© 2016 Dellani Oakes