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One Of our Squints Is Missing: A Bones Fanfic
Chapter 2: The Ride
Once the van door closes Arastoo is shoved against the side knocking the wind out of him, blinding overhead lights come on, he blinks in the harsh light now starting to see the two figures in front of him, one thin with sharp but shady features the other a hulking mass with a scar on his upper lip making him have a constant sneer, Arastoo takes a breath as if preparing to launch when the thin thug pulls a gun he freezes
"Don't even think about it" thin thug chuckles at Arastoo
Arastoo's adrenaline is maxed out sweat is making his dress shirt stick to him,
"what do you want?" he demands as fearlessly as he can.
"You're gonna help end that little case you people are working on" the big thug chortles
"You know that won't happen," says Arastoo definitely as he sets his jaw.
"Ha, we'll see about that." The thin thug curls his lips.
he reaches in his jacket pulling out a small toiletry case, Arastoo gets a sinking feeling in his stomach,
"Hold him!" sneers the thin thug
the hulking one steps towards Arastoo, the intern starts to fight back but is no match for the gargantuan he pins him in a bear hug leaving one arm free, Arastoo tries to use his free arm but it's still no use, he looks up to see the boss thug filling a hypodermic needle the interns in a full panic now as the boss thug leers at him slowly approaching needle poised for use, the thug takes Arastoo s free arm
"No, please don't do this" Arastoo begs it's the only thing he can do as the needle punctures the skin the plunger goes down releasing its contents.
The thin thug releases the intern's arm, Arastoo feels the drug run through his veins he throws every last bit of fight he has but it's no use the giant just holds on and waits for the drugs to kick in.
Arastoo notices his fingers go numb first then it continues up his arms soon his limbs are no longer under his control his vision tunnels, giving way to spots then his vision goes completely.
"Here use these," says one of the thugs he can't tell which anymore. The high pitch zip of cable ties and duct tape unrolling is the last thing Arastoo Vaziri hears loses consciousness.
