Conceived Deception
2: Kidnapped Or Liberated
There was no differentiating between the steam escaping the large coffee in Rory's hand and what the temperature was doing to her breath. But that might have had everything to do with the cup's proximity to her glossed lips. It was after swallowing an amount of the heated liquid that two people with dubious intentions appeared out of nowhere near her elbows.
Overbearingly they apprehended them both (her elbows) and started leading her in the opposite direction of her intended destination (her dorm). Little did these two know that a Gilmore's forbearance runs out the instant you rob her of the sweet nectar she was brought up on. Her cup's sudden placement in a trash receptacle finally drew a reaction from their somewhat hesitant charge.
"Was that really necessary?"
"'Fraid so love," said the person in charge of her left appendage. "Frankly your dependency on the stuff is alarming."
"You think I'm bad, you should meet my mother."
"Yes that would be nice, "the offender on her right offered his cursory opinion.
"I know, even if I ask, you won't tell me where we're going," Rory commented after neither boy shoed the inclination of breaking the silence that had settled in amongst the three as they continued walking toward their unknown destination.
"I'm glad to see she's regained her self-possession."
That was the stooge on her right.
"And
cottoning on to our ways."
The one on her left.
"Will you, at the very least, explain to what I owe this unwanted interruption to my day?"
Their identical Cheshire grins slowly transformed into equally similar frowns. After sharing a look around 'Reporter Girl' as they had dubbed her, the man on her right, the more level-headed of the two, answered, "We are here to do you a favor."
Rory didn't like the sound of that at all. She seriously doubted that anything they considered a favor would strike her in quite that light, but there was no getting out of it. They'd led her too far to allow her to turn back now.
So there was only one person surprised to find the trio occupying one of the more isolated booths The Pub had to offer its patrons.
