The truck pulled into an open warehouse bay and came to a stop. "Come on, the boss is waiting for her," one of the kidnappers said, getting out and moving away from the truck.
"Don't give me a hard time, little girl," the other was obviously speaking to Molly. "If you do as you're told, there won't be any trouble."
Dorothy slowly eased herself into a crouching position, assessing her chances for intervening. They didn't look good. The man dragging Molly towards the set of elevator doors at the opposite wall had what appeared to be a long-range stun gun in his hand. The other man had a wicked-looking handgun that, if she remembered correctly, used armor-piercing rounds.
They were far apart enough that it was unlikely that she would be able to incapacitate them both before the other got a shot in; she already knew all too well how much damage those bullets could do, and the stun gun would have enough voltage to effectively render her unconscious.
She also didn't dare take the chance on a nervous gunman harming the child--the sight of Timothy Wayneright's life's blood pooling on the ground was a memory that would haunt her for the rest of her days. She needed another plan.
These men were being cautious. The first man stood guard as the other man and Molly got into the elevator, running to catch it just as the doors started to close.
It was time to get Roger Smith. Dorothy silently climbed down from the top of the truck and left the building.