"This is the best you could do?" She muttered as he dropped her off. She didn't look like a hooker, but she looked only slightly better than a teenage waif. This new appearance of hers was going to take some getting used to. Resisting the urge to wipe the overdone eye makeup from her face or scratch where they'd implanted the GPS, she did her best impression of someone not confident enough to take care of themselves. It wasn't the greatest of neighborhoods, but it wasn't the worst.<br/><br/>The weirdest part was how deserted it was. That was how the news had gotten out. The street rats had scattered so the police knew something was up. She really wished she could just shoot the face off the bastard who was responsible. But that wasn't  her gig. She was bait...<br/><br/>Ugh, even the word left a distasteful feeling in her mouth, but she got passed it and headed into the neighborhood, keeping her head down.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#008040">"Hey pretty little girl...wanna take a ride...?"</span>a man walked right up beside Sam; they couldn't possibly be -this- bold could they? If they were, the ramifications were staggering. It was likely that they had money; real money, backing it all.<br/><br/>"No thank you..." she made her voice as meek as she dared, without being too over the top. She just let her own nervousness at the situation shine. "I'm just on my way to the store. You know, Greenbies? My ...brother works there..." she let the hesitation and the lie work for her. He'd see that she was trying to get away from him. Luckily, she had lived here before, so she did know where things were.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#008040">"Yeah, I know Greenbies. Here, how about I take you there, that way you won't get hurt by any of the rough necks around here."</span><br/><br/>Relief. That was the next emotions. "Oh would you?! Thank you so much." She even tried not to pay attention as his grasp on her arm tightened and he all started all but dragging her to a white van. Really? It took everything in her power not to snort at the cliche. But she played her part well.<br/><br/>"What's going on?! This isn't the way to Greenbie's." As if it wasn't what she wanted. But what she didn't want was to have the doors slide open and find two other men waiting inside. Then she began struggling in earnest. The trick was to get them to believe she was truly fighting, but not enough to knock her out.<br/><br/>"No! Help! Police!"<br/><br/>But there was no one around, Charlie had made sure of that. Unfortunately, the guys in the van were already nervous and as she got tossed into the van, one of the guys used the butt of his gun upside her forehead and everything went black, her last vision that of three other girls, and two children already in the van.<br/><br/>And with no way to tell Sam's actual state of health, but knowing that she was on the move by the speed of the GPS, he headed back to his building to await word and to make a few more phone calls.