...The Kidnap Van...
Claire Redfield opened the garage to her repair shop. The shop was called Hot Rod. It was also her home, she couldn't afford to rent a house and own a shop at the same time. Not on what she was being paid.
Actually the pay was good, but after finishing college, debt had her in the hole after taking out student loans.
She wheeled in the Harley and setting the stand after dropping Sherry off at school. Apparently, she moved in with Claire after problems with her foster parents and living with other family members. So far its been a year, Sherry's been living with her.
Lately, her and Chris hadn't been talking after his friend's death. She didn't really know the man and figured it was best to keep her distance from Chris until hisgrieving went away.
Leon had been making his daily stops every month and taken her and Sherry around town to do something entertaining and fun, besides talk about Raccoon City and other forms of the grisly events that also lay in common.
Now, Leon had run into some trouble in Europe just a few months ago and hasn't really been the same. She asked him, but he would just say she didn't need to hear it and just leave it alone. Whatever it was, it sure did bother him.
She removed her jacket and hung it up on the coat hanger. She looked at the Let Me Live saying and looked at the angel.
This had a different design, her vest had the angel holding a bomb. And plus, Sherry had received the vest from Claire and it didn't look so big on her today.
Her jacket had the same angel and bomb, but it showed the angel with a mad look on her face while throwing a bomb. She touched the design and left it alone.
Claire took out a pair of keys and put it through a lock and opened the door and walked in. Inside was her office where she did all her bill paying and were her customers who needed some accessories added to their car paid her.
She turned on the radio and began listening to some Howard Stern.
"So, Robin. Before we get in what I want to talk about, here's a little skit all of us would enjoy." Howard said.
"What?" Robin said.
"Oh, I know, it's the flu calling Gary the Retard." Artie said, giving it away.
"Ya, thanks Artie. This is the flu calling Gary the Retard, check it out."
The sound of a telephone rings.
"Heh-whoa?" Gary starts.
"Hey Gary, this is the phone company."
"Ya?"
"Well, the flu has tapped his way into the line and so if he calls for you, I need you disguise your voice."
"Okay." Gary says rather scared.
"Bye."
"Goo-bye."
The phones hang up. The phone than rings again and Gary picks up the phone.
He disguises his voice to a girl, "Hello?"
"Hello, is Gary there? This is the flu." The flu says.
"Gary's not heweer!" Gary shouts, his voice breaking.
"Well, who are you?"
"This is a girl."
"Damn it Gary, I know you're out there! I'm going to get you!"
Gary returns to his normal voice, "No, stay away."
"Do you feel sick or dizzy."
"No!" He coughs.
"I got you Gary, you coughed! You have the flu!" The flu laughs.
"IF YOU GIVE ME THE FLU, I'M GOING TO SUE YOU!"
Claire laughed a little and got up from her seat and walked back into the garage after hearing a vehicle pull up.
A black truck was parked in front of the garage as Claire walked towards it. A black man then stepped out of the truck and smiled at her. "Claire, what's-sup girl?"
"Davey! You bastard!" Claire replied smiling, "Where'd you get the paint job?"
Davey was one of her good friends in college. They had almost the same classes and both didn't have any family left except for a brother or sister. She was into motorcycles, he was into trucks and loud music with max out bass. She figured they had a lot in common but, didn't really find each other the type that they would want to get romantic with.
"Aw, no girl! This is my new truck I was talking about, I finally got it! And I need some new shit added to it, if you know what I mean." He laughed, exposing his silver capped teeth.
"Anything, for a friend and returning customer. Whatcha need?" She asked, motioning him to come into the garage.
"All, some speakers, new rims, hydraulics for the bouncin.'"
She smirked a little as she led him to a room across from the office which was filled with speakers, rims, and everything a person who wanted to pimp out their car wanted.
"Anything, else?" She asked, "Maybe a police radar, and an Xbox?"
"Aw, shee girl! You know it. I want to impress the lay...dees." Davey commented, grinning.
"You know what?"
"What girl?"
Claire smiled, "I'll put in the gear you want, all for half-price. What do you think?"
Davey's mouth swung wide open, "Now, that's wha' I'm talkin' 'bout! Pimp My Ride!"
"So, just give me a few days to get the supplies and just bring your truck on by."
"A'ight!" Davey said turning around and walking back to his truck, "Claire!"
She looked up, grabbing her coat and putting it on. "Ya?"
"You goin' to them street race tonight? I heard you can make some pretty big money. Take Sherry with her, she's looks likes she's up for it."
Claire smiled, stroking her reddish brown hair, "I'll think about it."
Davey nodded his head and pulled the truck out of the premises of her store.
Just as his truck left, Claire walked back into the office and sat down on the couch and turned on the TV and grabbed an order form for the stuff Davey needed.
Cartoons were showing and Claire didn't bother switching the channel. Sherry must've been watching Cartoon Network last night. Ed, Edd, Eddy was on at the moment.
Claire laughed a little at Ed's stupid look and his phrase of "buttered toast," every now and then.
"Am I interrupting?" Someone said from behind her.
Claire turned in the couch and saw a man in a white business suit. He spoke with an accent which Claire did not recognize.
"Um, no. What can I do for you?" She said getting up from the couch and turning the TV off.
"Well, it's my sons birthday and I wanted to get a guitar amp installed in the back." He said, "Can I show you his van."
Claire followed him out of the garage and saw a black Volks Wagon van with tinted windows. "That's some cool van." She complimented.
"Thank you." The man said opening the trunk, revealing a flat open space, "I was wondering where is the best place to put the amp. I already have the amp."
"Hmm... What kind of amp is it?"
"Um, I think its a-" He stopped short and pulled out a piece of paper, "Oh! An Ibanez Tone Blaster TB100R 2x12 Guitar Combo Amp."
Claire whistled, "My best bet is to place it right across from the slide open door."
"I was thinking the back."
She peered in the back and set her hands on the carpeted floor, "That would work- Hey!"
Something was thrown over her head. A bag. She felt her neck tighten as the man tightened the bag around her. She couldn't see anything but, blackness.
The man grabbed her hands as she turned around and began throwing her hands around. He tied her hands together and pushed her. Claire's knees hit the metal bumper of the van and fell into the back of the van.
"What the hell's your problem!" She screamed, "Help! Someone! Help!"
A sharp stinging pain then erupted from her neck as the man stuck her with something.
Claire began feeling dizzy and her eyelids became heavy and the noises around her, went down several octaves as she went unconscious. Her last thoughts were that she figured that the sharp pain was a syringe filled with a sleeping toxin which caused her to pass out.
Note: That was an actual Howard Stern skit from a few weeks or months ago I think. The radio kept replaying that one skit, so it kinda got stuck in my head. But I shortened it a bit.
