Sara sat on the deck of her Michigan suburban home. As usual, she had just been in a fight with her mother. Apparently her clothes always looked too much like a bikers. Obviously, any other person could see that it wasn't biker, just a lot of leather and some military boots. She was too busy thinking about what she should have said to her mother when she felt a prick in her arm. She lowered her head to look at what had hit her. But before she could even see it she was on the ground, out cold. The attackers scooped her up and put her in a black SUV and drove away.