<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</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, a warehouse area 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, Sebastian Erdman, and maybe Vienna cops.</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>… I manage to catch Steffy’s eye for a brief moment before Erdman jerks me by my arm through the path the cops make for him … through the lobby … guests craning their necks to see what’s happening … a Vienna police van … back seat, not the luggage area … Sebby is careful I don’t hit my head … click … he gets in next to me and the door is closed and we’re off … cop driving and cop passenger … fleeting thought, did they abandon O’Grady? … okay, where are we going? … never mind that Jaclyn, gather yourself for what is to come … several mindful breaths while I try to arrange my cuffed hands behind my back to be less uncomfortable … Sebby on his phone texting … out of ‘downtown’ Vienna … railroad tracks … Sebby shows me the text … click … makes an eerie pronouncement …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">“I trust you’re smart enough to know who this went to? And why there’s no need to show you the arrest warrants? It’s a shame really, that you’ll escape custody in a few days .. then spend the rest of your life on the run with her, but.. ahhh …with her influence, and whatever .. *ahem* Yeah. I’m sure you’ll do just fine.”</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… click … his reference to that woman stirs my unwanted passenger … gentle that back into it’s place … click … the Lasso of Truth (https://wonder-woman.fandom.com/wiki/Lasso_of_Truth) comes to me ‘thank you goddess’ … bind my passenger with that to hold for later interrogation … click .. Sebby and that woman … turn and look at his earnest face … his eyes … oh you poor soul! …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“She got you too Sebby? I’m so sorry.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… and I meant that … heartfelt sympathy to a fellow prisoner … his words bode ill yet now I feel I understand why if not what is happening to me … to us too, because it’s happening to him too … off the wide street onto a narrower side street … warehouses and faceless buildings … loading docks … dumpsters awaiting pickup overflowing with cardboard and packing … slowing …</em></span></span><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)(https://files.catbox.moe/os9l19.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… a yard in front of loading docks … dumpsters against the next building … several Maersk shipping containers … and another … dirty cream plastic … the logo unmistakable … click … them too? … or coincidence? … DKK ships all over Europe by river and rail … yet much is possible and PCC has had a presence in Europe as the attack many years ago showed … the van pulls up to it … <br/><br/>… turn to Sebby who is deconstructing his phone … click … burner phone …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">“In the meantime, you and I have much to talk about.”</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… click … not turning me over to her yet … shipping me somewhere or threatening to … I have something he or she want … leverage …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Where shall we talk, Sebby? I’m sure there are more comfortable places than this van or that plastic box.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… thrust out my chest slightly more … won’t be the first time for me if that’s what it takes … it’s time to keep my wits and survive …</em></span></span><br/>