Anonymous
"Taxi, Taxi," she pulled out a twenty. Cab drivers were always partial to a pretty girl with cash in her hand. "Madison Square Garden, please," she had such a sweet voice.
Hopping on my bike, I followed them, I didn't trust the guy. She obviously wasn't paying attention-seeing as she was absorbed in her magazine-and to where the cabbie was driving her, but I sure did. He wasn't headed to Madison Square Garden; he was going towards the abandoned subway station; the flume.
He came to an abrupt stop; nearly making me crash into him. which would have not only blown my cover, but probably have killed me.
I saw him tie her up and gag the teenage girl, who was undeniably struggling. He yelled Third Earth into the flume, shoved her in and followed straight behind her.
Ten minutes later, I was about to leave, when I heard the music. I saw the taxi driver with the exact same girl. Except this time, she wasn't struggling against him. She actually looked kinda happy.
I followed them back to the car, and noticed that the driver had locked the doors from the inside. Then, he seemed to be messing with the gas pedals, sped up the car and crash into a pole, most likely killing the girl, but not before he seemed to completely disappear from the car.
Before I knew what I was doing, I was on Third Earth, speaking with Patrick Mac, explaining to him what had just happened.