Colby and Megan had hardly said two words as they had set off, they both had without speaking agreed to just observe their charges for the time being. Colby first noticed something was not right when Megan had decided to flick the radio on, it had blared out suddenly making Megan and Colby flinch but not raising a twitch out of the occupants in the back seat. The realisation suddenly hit Colby, he had been watching them in the rear view mirror carefully as Megan was driving. To Megan's consternation he turned around and started moving his hands rapidly, and as the nanny started making similar gestures Megan realised herself, the nanny and child were deaf. Since when does Colby sign? She thought.
"Colby?" Megan interrupted the flow of hands.
"Meg, just a sec, I am getting somewhere."
Megan fell silent at this and concentrated on driving; trusting Colby to tell her what was going on when he was ready. She later wished she had pressed for some basic details. I wonder why he never mentioned that he could sign? Don must know, it's bound to be in his file.
SLAM
Megan was jolted from her short reverie by an impact from behind. "Hold on!"She shouted, as she fought for control of the sedan. The fight was useless as the FBI sedan was slammed again by a much bigger pick-up truck. The sedan span out of control and impacted into the rocky wall of the mountain road and she was consumed by darkness.
Colby slowly came to awareness as he heard voices around him. "We need a translator dumbass, where are we going to get one now, the nanny is dead, and we can't talk to the kid without her!" Colby's brain kicked in slowly, he needed to protect the girl, he slid his ID and main service weapon out of his belt and tucked them quietly into the door pocket. He then let out an involuntary cough, letting the unknown men aware of his consciousness before he had fully assessed the situation.
"We should grab her and go, this one is waking up, we can sort it out later" The bigger of the two men said, obviously in charge.
"Wait" Colby cried out weakly. "She can't be alone, she needs me to talk to you."
"We aren't taking a Fed with us, do you think we are stupid?"
"I'm not... cough ...a fed, the driver is, I was with Carrie and Miss Trent getting to know them, I was to become her new nanny, Miss Trent was leaving." He wheezed.
"Check him for ID, I don't trust him." The bigger one said.
"He's clean." The second man said after giving Colby a cursory pat down.
The two men quickly decided that Colby would suit their needs and dragged him unceremoniously from the battered FBI vehicle, aggravating his injuries, Colby's last conscious sight being of Megan slumped forward, her bleeding forehead on the steering wheel. He didn't feel the cold hard floor of the back of the pick-up, the plastic zip-ties being secured around his wrists and ankles, nor did he feel the warm little arms that settled around his chest as he laid unconscious, silent tears falling onto his shirt from terrified eyes.
