Tom had stayed late at work again to cover for his friend & co-worker. He parked the rig at the station and walked several blocks back to his car. He popped his headphones in his ears and started his playlist, humming along as he walked along the dark, wet pavement. He saw his car in the distance and began fumbling for his keys.
As he stuck the key in the car, there was suddenly something cold held to his back. Something that could only be described as a gun. The voice was firm, but feminine. Tom didn’t dare turn his head to look at the assailant, for fear of being shot. “Okay, okay. My wallet is in my back pocket, you can take it. Take whatever you want, just please, please don’t hurt me.”
“I don’t want your wallet. And like I said, I have no intention of hurting you as long as you do what you’re told…” Cara trailed off with a small gasp of air, pressing her free hand to her side. The pressure made her see stars, and the blood that had already seeped through her layers of clothing was now slipping through her fingers, but it couldn’t be helped. Not yet.
“You’re going to get in your car and I’m going to sit behind you,” Cara told him. “I will give you step-by-step instructions of what to do and where to go. You will follow them to the letter. And if you have any intention of trying to crash the car or flagging another one down for help, squash it now; not only am I an impeccable shot, but I’m a quick one, too.”
Tom’s breath caught in his throat as he realized the severity of the situation he was now in. He knew ways to covertly signal that he was in distress, but he couldn’t risk being shot. “No funny business, got it. I’m going to unlock the door now, okay?” Tom’s voice sounded small, despite his attempt at sounding manly and strong. He slowly turned the key in the door, reaching his hand in and unlocking the other doors of the older car. His heartbeat rose as he slowly climbed into the car, thankful for the temporary relief of not having a gun held to his back.
His breath caught once more as he felt the cold barrel against his shoulder. “Oh-okay, where to?” Tom tried to steady his voice, but the shake & stutter in his voice was evident.
Cisco backup 