The girl sprinted down the empty street, avoiding the bins and the newspaper stands. She ducked quickly into the alleyway and crouched behind a large dustbin, whipping her phone out as she went. She was halfway through her message when she heard them. They didn't need to mask the sound of their footsteps; she knew who they were after. Silently she wriggled her way out from behind the bin and made her escape. Before she could take more than a few steps, thick arms enveloped her and she felt the sharp pinch of the needle sliding into her neck. She never saw the van or felt them lifting her into it. All she was conscious of was the undeniable terror that engulfed her as she realised who they were really after…