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The teenage girl was running blissfully unaware of the blue sedan following her for the last hour or so. Running she pushed herself faster and faster until she was sprinting for a good quarter of a mile before slowing down from her sprint into a nice easy jog that lasted for a while before she took a break from her running and walked. She was wearing running shorts and a t-shirt with tennis shoes. Her legs, though tan, were pale when compared to the rest of her body. Her face, arms, and whole upper body were so tan she could be mistaken for someone from the Mediterranean or the Middle East especially with her curly brown hair and dark brown eyes. Nothing special about this girl stood out. She wore post earrings and was about 5'1" and weighed maybe about 90 pounds. She was petite and slim.
The girl's name was Alexandra Katerina Petrova. Her parents were both ex-Soviets. They were American citizens now though they had lived in USSR until Alexandra was conceived at which point they left the Soviet Union and went to the United States. Though Alexandra carried the feminine form of her father's last name Petrov she didn't carry his first name as her middle name. Instead her parents chose a Russian name for her middle name. Her father was an ex-SVR officer as well. His name was Alexei Petrov and her mother was Ekaterina Petrova.
The man in the blue sedan smirked. The girl hadn't even noticed them. She seemed to think that she had no reason to fear; that she was completely safe. Little did she know that she was far from it. The plan was simple: get the girl, and kill the parents. The parents were responsible and they would pay with their lives and that of their child. They deserved to suffer like he did.
He parked the sedan a few feet away from the girl and took his time making sure he had everything. The cloth that would make her unconscious or if that didn't work the knife or gun that he carried would be enough to get her to do whatever he wanted. Getting out of the sedan he ran up to the girl and stopped in front of her. "Excuse me miss?" He asked his tone carried that of an accent, a fake accent that made it seem like he was from down south. The girl also stopped. "Yes?" She replied. "I was wondering if you knew where the nearest hotel is. I just arrived here and would like to find a place to stop though I haven't seen any signs." He said hoping she'd take the bait. 'Um...let me think." She replied just before his friendly expression dropped and he withdrew the cloth.
He went to hold it against her mouth and nose but she fought. Kicking his hand the cloth landed a few feet away. He could either get the cloth and hopefully catch her once she ran or he could press the gun against her back. He choose the second option seeing as no one was in sight. He took out the gun. Waving it at her he held it against her temple. She froze clearing weighing the risks and whether he would shoot or not. "Hello Alexandra Petrova. I've had my eye on you quite some time. Your parents took away everything from me so now I will take away everything they hold. You will come with me and follow my every order or I will shoot you along with your parents. We wouldn't want that now would we?" He asked his voice mocking. She stayed silent. "Answer me!" He demanded. "No." She answered softly as he took her arm forcefully before taking the gun off her temple and pressing it against her back. She fought to get away but he held her tightly. Half dragging her to the sedan he put her in the passenger seat and locked the doors his arm around her shoulder and the gun in his hand pressed against her spine. To any passer by though it would look like a father putting his arm around his daughter.
"Where are you taking me?" She asked. The man smirked. "That is for me to know." "My parents will report me missing." She stated. "Well then it's a good thing we'll be far away from here by the time 24 hours is up. Any sooner then a day and your parents will simply be told to calm down." He replied his voice cold. "Now shut up." He said before saying something else in a foreign language that she couldn't understand. The rest of the drive was silent as the man pulled into an airport. At the girl's hopeful expression he spoke. "Good luck trying." The expression vanished leaving nothing behind that he could read. The process was quick and sadly no one found out about the gun he had or that he wasn't her father. No one even looked worried about why they had no bags with them.
Alexandra was seated on what she assumed was a private airplane. The man smirked. She would be out for a while at least until they arrived in Haifa, Israel. He withdrew the handkerchief and pressed it against her face. She struggled kicking and throwing her fists though he avoided getting hurt. Her attacks got weaker as everything got dimmer. After a few more seconds everything went black.