"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow!" shouted Garrett as he exited work. It was cold out, the winter chill sharp enough that he wore a heavy winter coat zipped to the collar. Garrett walked with his hands stuffed into his pockets, breath a cloud as he moved around the little diner he cranked burgers out of towards the employee parking in the back. It was a little alley, not too bad and it had decent enough lighting, though it tended to spaz out on occasion. The city apparently had better things to handle. His car was the only one in the little lot. Everyone else had left while Garrett had stayed behind to help his boss clean up. The boss didn't park in the back, he had a tag for a parking garage a few blocks down.
Garrett rushed up to his beat up, hand-me-down of a vehicle, and pushed the key into the lock.
The stranger snuck up like a ninja and had his arm around Garrett before he was able to open the door. Any chance of calling for help from his boss was shattered the moment he felt the bee sting of a syringe dip into his neck and deposit whatever the hell it was. Drowsiness took him immediately as his body went rag doll, the ninja's burly arms managing to keep his victim upright. Without losing a step, he dragged Garrett quickly to the passenger side and buckled him in. If a cop came up alongside he'd think the guy was asleep after a night of drinking. The ninja then rushed back to the driver's side, grabbed the keys from the door, and then climbed in. In seconds, the car was on and reversing into traffic. The ninja removed his mask and slipped of his gloves and drove Garrett and his car out of the city.
It would be the last time anyone saw or heard from him.
The elevator pinged on the third level of the parking complex beside the mall. It was quiet and oddly warm within the little bunker of concrete. Rebecca strolled out in her kiosk uniform looking exhausted. Her co-worker had called in sick and she'd had to man the kiosk all by herself, which was taxing when what you sold was yogurt and everyone in the mall wanted a piece. She'd never worked so hard in her life. Now, all she cared about was a warm bath and good book.
Her little orange Volvo sat nestled between a small white truck and an unmarked black van, what her boyfriend often referred to as "rape vans" due to them always coming out in movies or TV as being driven by weird perverts or axe murderers. She supposed it was funny in a morbid sort of way. She gave the van a wide birth and eyed it the whole time. It just irked her. The widows were completely black, but the front seats were vacant. It was quiet and she was the only one there.
"We really need a security guard or something," she thought as she rounded to climb into her Volvo.
It was then that the doors of the van burst open and two rather large individuals hopped out like SWAT and rushed her. Stuck within the narrow slit between her Volvo and the truck, Rebecca had nowhere to go. She screamed, but something struck her neck an instant later. She wobbled on her feet as dizziness wracked her body and her sight blurred.
"What the hell?!" she thought before she blacked out.
They caught her before she hit her Volvo.
One of the men pulled the little dart from her neck and tossed it to his partner who put it and a small tranquilizer pistol away. They stowed her in the trunk, being sure to bind and gag her with duct tape, not sure if the sedative would wear off too soon. The man with the tranquilizer went to close the van doors and then hop into the driver's side. He backed up and left. The remaining man pulled off his mask and gloves, climbed into the Volvo, and departed.
The car would be scrapped and Rebecca would vanish never to be found.