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Post by Noa Clarke/Sierra Forrester on Oct 1, 2013 21:10:40 GMT -6
Sierra was in a hurry to get back from a meeting her father had sent her to. She hated to have to go to them, but she did whenever she had to. It wasn't her place to contest those decisions. She'd have a car waiting ahead for her, at least.
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Post by Frei on Oct 1, 2013 21:26:11 GMT -6
Frei wasn't a fan of all this cloak and dagger, but it was the best way to get close. He'd been hired to steal a human this time, this little rich girl. Some business war thing. So he'd taken out her driver and dressed in his uniform, and was now seated in the driver's seat of the car waiting for Sierra.
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Post by Noa Clarke/Sierra Forrester on Oct 1, 2013 21:27:30 GMT -6
Sierra got into the back and buckled herself in, "Hi," she greeted.
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Post by Frei on Oct 1, 2013 21:34:06 GMT -6
Frei tipped his cap to her, starting the car and driving. He was heading towards a relatively empty part of town, where he could pop her with a tranquilizer dart in peace.
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Post by Noa Clarke/Sierra Forrester on Oct 1, 2013 21:35:07 GMT -6
She looked out the window, "Is this the right way?"
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Post by Frei on Oct 2, 2013 16:41:05 GMT -6
Frei stopped. He turned, pointing the tranquilizer gun at her. "Define "the right way"." He said, smiling, as he shot a tranquilizer dart into her chest.
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Post by Noa Clarke/Sierra Forrester on Oct 2, 2013 18:05:03 GMT -6
She slumped down in her seat, she had no chance.
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Post by Frei on Oct 2, 2013 18:17:11 GMT -6
Frei started the car again. It was only a few streets to his warehouse. He pulled in a minute later and opened the back, pulling Sierra out.
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Post by Noa Clarke/Sierra Forrester on Oct 2, 2013 18:20:55 GMT -6
Sierra remained unconscious, but her Zecter buzzed around at Frei.
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Post by Frei on Oct 2, 2013 19:09:00 GMT -6
Frei's hand shot out, grabbing the thing out of the air. He punched it quickly, in an attempt to break it or at least somewhat knock it out of commission. "Damn bug." He muttered.
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Post by Noa Clarke/Sierra Forrester on Oct 2, 2013 19:13:20 GMT -6
It went down, but wasn't destroyed.
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Post by Frei on Oct 2, 2013 19:23:49 GMT -6
Frei tossed it over his shoulder. The requester had made certain to note a proof-of-life picture was needed, so he dragged a chair over and set Sierra on it. "Shit, tape..." He muttered, going to the trunk of the car and opening it, pulling out his grab bag.
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Post by Noa Clarke/Sierra Forrester on Oct 2, 2013 19:27:22 GMT -6
Sierra remained unconscious, and the Zecter didn't do anything.
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Post by Frei on Oct 2, 2013 19:33:16 GMT -6
Frei quickly bound her hands and feet, going back into the bag to get out a current newspaper.
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Post by Noa Clarke/Sierra Forrester on Oct 2, 2013 19:34:29 GMT -6
She was still out.
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