<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">When:</span></td><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Rendition Day 1 afternoon</span></td></tr><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Where:</span></td><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Vienna, leaving a warehouse near the railroad.</span></td></tr><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Who:</span></td><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Jaclyn and Sebastian Erdman and others.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/2385/eotcdgr8scvudk8zg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong> Jaclyn Rosendahl </strong><br/>Entrepreneur<br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;"><del>Courtesan Vajayjay</del></span><br/><del>Her Mistress’ Thief</del><br/><em>About her</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;">         </span></span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the look of panic on his face! … I’ve killed him? …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Wait what did I …”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… but he’s gone into what seems a focused panic … trained operator? … ‘leaving in 10’ … he puts the battery back in his phone … weird, why would be take it out in the first place? … oh! … frantically texting someone …<br/><br/>… then over to me … unstraps my ankles from the chair … unclips the wires from my rings … clear whisper …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>“Listen close. The PCC is going to be after me, if they aren’t already…”</em></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… still haven’t figured out what those people have to do with any of this … his coat … cuffs one wrist and puts that behind my back under his coat … then the other … I hear the cuff click closed but … he holds my wrists together … got it! … for some reason he wants me to have use of my hands but others to think I don’t … others? … only that big driver guy Davis … he’s packing the paper into the briefcase … forcing it closed …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>“Get these to O’Grady, he’ll know what to do with them.”</em></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… he lifts me by the shoulders out of the chair … holds onto one shoulder and we start for the door … my 5-inch heels click on the floor as I try to keep up … ‘coming out!’ …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>“When one door closes, another one opens. Drive like hell when it does.”</em></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… he opens the door to the open warehouse and the van … three guys! … he’s barking orders at them as he guides me to the sliding door of the police van … they hurry inside … he opens the side door and lifts me in … strong! …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">“You’re in a police van, stop … for … nothing. Go,”</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… okay, I thought it was a police van … drive? … oh, right … hear the sliding door slam behind me … between the two front seats and into the drivers seat … slide it forward … still too high but no time to figure that out … left foot on brake … get my feet to the pedals … automatic, good! … brake … turn key … engine hums … mirrors are all wrong … garage door is going up … put it in gear … it eases forward of its own when I release the brake … give it some gas and steer toward the door … yes! … more gas … out! … which way? … we turned right into this place so turn left now … what do I expect, a hail of bullets? …</em></span></span><br/>