When Silrk came to, he couldn't move his arms or legs. "Ugh, not again. I hate being tied up, he groaned."
"Did you get the number on that truck?" asked VHS.
Silrk tested his bonds experimentally. "I think our truck was a tranq dart. My left arm itches like crazy," he whispered.
"Do you think we're alone?" VHS asked quietly.
He looked around at their surroundings. "I'm not sure, it's so dark they could be sitting right next to us and we'd never know it."
VHS rolled towards Silrk's voice. When she felt his high top shoe against her right cheek, she spun around on her back, positioning herself beside him.
"Oh Honey, you move fast," he joked, earning himself a jab in the ribs.
VHS put her lips against his ear. "You're lucky I've got bigger fish to fry at the moment. Take off my bracelet, and scrape off the coating on one of the edges. Both sides have a razor's edge underneath."
He followed her instructions, then cut the zip tie binding her wrists. She then freed Silrk's hands, and they cut the ties around their ankles.
Silently the two felt around their prison. Eventually Silrk found a crack at the very bottom of the steel enclosure.
A minute amount of light could be seen if he put his eye to it, but not enough to make sense of what might await them, should they escape.
Lying on his side, he put his ear to the crack.
Footsteps on cement. Back and forth, back and forth.
VHS stepped on him, and he rose up to find her ear. He reported what he had heard.
"I think we're in the back of a moving truck," she whispered back.
They quietly laid down, head to head, listening at the crack. After about twenty minutes, they heard a high-pitched male voice.
"It's almost dark, just another half hour or so. Maybe we should move them inside now, before they come to. Don't want them yelling, and putting up a fuss..."
A woman replied. Her voice was soft, but she was not whispering. "What do you mean, put up a fuss? I told you to tie and gag them. Did you forget?"
"Oh, I tied them both real good. But I sort of forgot the gags. They were out cold, and I really wasn't thinking about them making noise."
Her voice became slightly louder, but still not above a normal conversational tone. "Idiot! More like you weren't thinking. People are walking by not twenty feet away, what if those two wake up and start making racket? Get in there and gag them now!"
Silrk and VHS rose, each moving to one side of what was obviously a slide-up door. Before it was fully lifted, VHS was down again. She kicked the man hard in the chest, knocking him back hard into the woman.
While their former captors were dazed, they rolled out of the truck. A woman on a nearby sidewalk screamed, as Silrk and VHS sprinted out of Fielder's Parking Lot.
"Let's get into the first business we can," suggested VHS. One stride more, and a shot rang out. She crashed to the pavement.
To be continued!
Describe what you see:
I see an alley, with a small group of people in it. I also see one single bit of graffiti, in a scene that is otherwise free of spray paint.
Describe what you feel:
I feel like it's an average day. People are bored, and just trying to liven up an otherwise boring lunch hour. But things aren't always as they seem...
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[Image source](https://ecency.com/hive-161155/@freewritehouse/a-picture-is-worth-a-thousand-words-ruyxml and by @wakeupkitty and edited in Canva Pro, using their gallery.)
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