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Allison struggled against the officer pushing her down, handcuffs pulling at her shoulders in an agonizing angle.
"Hey! You can't do this!" Her voice shook more than she liked. While the ICMG had their share of run-ins with everything from the regular military to the police, this was different. She was on her own, hungover and without any kind of identification. Maybe she should start doing background checks on the men that she met in dingy pubs. Or just stick to the soldiers. Although that got ever so complicated at work. And she knew when they had wives and girlfriends. Not that that stopped them from looking, but sometimes Allison preferred not knowing. Couldn't distract herself from the emptiness inside when she thought of the families she was helping rip apart.
"Listen, I know how this looks but if I could just use the telephone for a minute I promise you won't have to deal with me anymore, please?" She put on her best naive young girl act. She wasn't sure if the rumpled clothes and runny mascara was making it better or worse.
"Yeah. Right. In you go." The rough hands pushed her into the car, her arms twisting uncomfortably as she was buckled in. Worse, apparently. Different approach then.
"My name is Doctor Allison Williams. I work for the ICMG. Secret branch. If you call your superiors they'll be able to confirm it." Allison did her best to appear professional in spite of her now too short skirt, missing bra and the nausea rolling in her stomach. She hadn't had that much, did she? Still, no luck. Figures.
She sighed. Someone would come to collect her sooner or later. She could deal with the humiliation then. It was all she was good for these days. Silly little Miss Williams, always out late in the night with unsavoury company and having to be rescued later right? She twisted herself into a slightly more comfortable position. Ignoring the pounding in her head, she watched the road. Might as well try not to let the nausea get any worse. It'd be just typical if she had to throw up now.
By the park then the theatre then on to the edges of town... wait. Something wasn't right here. This wasn't the road to the police station. Or the prison. And that officer - she hadn't seen it before but the uniform didn't fit right at all. Panic welled up in her stomach.
"Where are you taking me? I said, where are you taking me? I told, I - I have friends, and they won't be happy about this, they - they'll come to get me!" Her voice was full of panic now. She didn't care anymore. She needed to get out of this car. Who knew where this man was taking her. Or why.
"That's what I'm counting on." A malicious cadence had moved into her kidnapper's speech. The vehicle picked up speed. They were out of the town now, all empty roads ahead. No one around to see or hear, even if she did some mad stunt. Oh, if only she could think better! They had definitely given her something. She hadn't had enough to feel like this. She knew the guy had been sketchy. But she'd thought it was just a wife at home. Or low level criminal activity. Not kidnapping. Oh, Rachel would have a field day with her after this. If she ever saw her again, that is. "Don't worry, your friends know where we are heading. They have some valuable equipment of mine that I'd like back. Lucky for you, they're rather eager to get you back in one piece. I'd recommend you behave for that though. Or don't, I don't care if they get you back alive or dead."
Allison swallowed. There was something about the casualness of the crime, about the way it was only her in danger, not the whole world that made her scared. This wasn't a mission. No one would care if she ended up dead. Maybe he was right and Rachel and Ian and Toby were trying to get her back. Or maybe they weren't. Probably they were just trying to make sure she didn't blab out any secrets. Didn't make this any worse. Not as if they needed her. Silly Allison, just there to hold the test tubes and carry the bags and make the coffee. Never mind that she had a PhD of her own. They could do very well without her. Better, almost certainly. No one around to fuck it all up because she jumped into bed with the wrong man. And it wasn't even particularly fun. It all came back to her. She could just see their stares. The pity mixed with the disapproval and anger. The hidden resentment.
She didn't want it to be this way anymore. She just couldn't stand it. Little Allison, always needing to be rescued. Well, not this time. There must be something she could do. She wriggled, trying to figure out the handcuffs had anything to go on. They were surprisingly loose. She was almost offended. Couldn't she at least have been kidnapped by a skilled mastermind? This was just pathetic. She tested the give. Not quite enough to pull her hands free like this but it'd probably work. She remembered how Ian had shown her how to do this. Theoretically of course. She braced herself as well as she could, biting her lip. Then she dislocated her thumb and pulled her left hand free. The taste of blood filled her mouth and she had to swallow back a gasp, stars blacking out her vision for a second. It had seemed easier in the instructions.
She threw a careful glance at the man. The velocity of the car meant he had to be entirely focused on the road now. Which was good. Less likely to notice her. Hopefully she could do at least this. Proof she wasn't entirely a failure. Didn't need to be rescued. She tried to ignore the voice in her head telling her she'd definitely need to be saved after this. It sounded suspiciously like Rachel. But Rachel wasn't here to tell her she was being reckless and stupid. Might as well live up to it for once. Slowly, she loosened her seat-belt and tensed her body. For a second she allowed herself the fantasy that the ICMG, that her friends were already tracking the car. That they knew were she was and would come for her after. Was that spot up in the sky a tiny plane or just a trick of her eyes? She thought of how Ian had taken her to touch the clouds, how it had actually felt like she mattered up there.
It didn't matter. She had to stop this man. Couldn't allow herself to mess it all up again. Needed to do this. Something useful, for once. Even if she was still reeking of alcohol and cigarette smoke and her hand hurt so bad and there were tears in her eyes. She could do this.
Allison pushed herself forward, grasped and wrenched the steering wheel around.
Noise. Pain. Light. Allison blinked. She could still do that. Good. Couldn't really move though. She twisted her head. The man was twisted in the remains of the car. Dead. Definitely. Good. Couldn't hurt anyone. She hadn't messed it up then. Not this time. She could just vanish then. Didn't matter anymore. Grey started to creep into her vision. Oh if only it didn't hurt this much. She wanted Rachel to pull her up and tell her not to make such a fuss. Or Ian to lend her his jacket. It was so very cold. She blinked up. From how she'd been half thrown through the windshield she could just about see the sky. Trying to clear away the blood, she blinked. What was that spot growing bigger there? It almost looked like a plane...