Jack woke up in total darkness. The last thing that he could remember was
going into his kitchen to make a cup of herbal tea for himself. After that,
the memories were kinda fuzzy. When he reached out, around him, feeling his
surroundings, he found out that he was in an enclosed space, not much
bigger than he was.
Under his back, he could feel rough carpet. He could smell faint gasoline fumes. Now and again, he sensed movement, but it was hard to tell without anything to see. His confused mind put it all together- he was in a car trunk, going somewhere. Being taken somewhere against his will. Not that it was the first time and it probably wouldn't be the last.
He felt the car slow, then stop suddenly, sending him rolling into the wall of the trunk. His elbow connected painfully with the floor and he hissed in pain. Outside, he could hear voices and footsteps. He started banging on the trunk lid for all he was worth. It suddenly opened, and he was left squinting in the harsh light. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a black object rushing toward his head. It struck him on his left temple, hitting hard. He saw stars, then nothing as he lost consciousness.
He came round a moment later in another trunk. He could tell it was different because the dimensions had changed and he could smell the almost overpowering scent of fried chicken. He banged as hard as he could on the trunk lid. It was opened almost immediately. His captors were apparently satisfied they'd done him no lasting harm, because they shut the trunk lid again. Jack started feeling around the trunk, looking for something- anything- that would help him escape. He was desperately worried for Sydney, and though he hated admitting it to himself, Vaughn as well. After all she had been through, it would kill Syd if anything happened to either one of them.
Vaughn wasn't in a much better state. He been handcuffed and forced to drive, knowing all the time that he was probably going to die when they reached their destination. It was a sobering thought. After handcuffing him to the steering wheel, his captors, Artis included, got out of the car to investigate the banging coming from the trunk.
The trunk lid slammed shut and seconds later another car arrived from the other direction to pick Artis and his goons up. Vaughn could just see something being moved to the other car, but couldn't quite make out what it was because of the angle he was sitting at. After a moment, the other car drove away, leaving him alone.
He sat and tried to undo the handcuffs, but couldn't. He looked up just in time to see Syd's huge new jeep hurtling towards his immobilized car. He heard her blast him on the horn, but he was helpless. Why isn't she slowing down? He thought wildly. He couldn't move the car and he couldn't get out. As the jeep got closer to what, for him, would most likely be a fatal collision, he closed his eyes tightly, silently apologizing to Syd for failing her so very badly.
Under his back, he could feel rough carpet. He could smell faint gasoline fumes. Now and again, he sensed movement, but it was hard to tell without anything to see. His confused mind put it all together- he was in a car trunk, going somewhere. Being taken somewhere against his will. Not that it was the first time and it probably wouldn't be the last.
He felt the car slow, then stop suddenly, sending him rolling into the wall of the trunk. His elbow connected painfully with the floor and he hissed in pain. Outside, he could hear voices and footsteps. He started banging on the trunk lid for all he was worth. It suddenly opened, and he was left squinting in the harsh light. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a black object rushing toward his head. It struck him on his left temple, hitting hard. He saw stars, then nothing as he lost consciousness.
He came round a moment later in another trunk. He could tell it was different because the dimensions had changed and he could smell the almost overpowering scent of fried chicken. He banged as hard as he could on the trunk lid. It was opened almost immediately. His captors were apparently satisfied they'd done him no lasting harm, because they shut the trunk lid again. Jack started feeling around the trunk, looking for something- anything- that would help him escape. He was desperately worried for Sydney, and though he hated admitting it to himself, Vaughn as well. After all she had been through, it would kill Syd if anything happened to either one of them.
Vaughn wasn't in a much better state. He been handcuffed and forced to drive, knowing all the time that he was probably going to die when they reached their destination. It was a sobering thought. After handcuffing him to the steering wheel, his captors, Artis included, got out of the car to investigate the banging coming from the trunk.
The trunk lid slammed shut and seconds later another car arrived from the other direction to pick Artis and his goons up. Vaughn could just see something being moved to the other car, but couldn't quite make out what it was because of the angle he was sitting at. After a moment, the other car drove away, leaving him alone.
He sat and tried to undo the handcuffs, but couldn't. He looked up just in time to see Syd's huge new jeep hurtling towards his immobilized car. He heard her blast him on the horn, but he was helpless. Why isn't she slowing down? He thought wildly. He couldn't move the car and he couldn't get out. As the jeep got closer to what, for him, would most likely be a fatal collision, he closed his eyes tightly, silently apologizing to Syd for failing her so very badly.