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Merry christmas!
"Shut up and drive!" the voice repeated and shoved the gun a little further into Todds neck.
"But..."
"I said drive!" Todd felt how the metal heated and accelerated the engine driving out on the street in a hurry. The sun had set and shone bright on the single van on the street.
The driver lessened the shoving of the gun into Todd's neck "Drive to Utah." the kidnapper commanded him.
"Utah?" Todd frowned looking into the mirror mounted on the ceiling.
His passengers had been gagged and bound with some strange metal binds somehow mounted under their seats. Todd wondered how the kidnapper had even made it into his car. But then he figured that he had probably forgotten to close the door in the back of the car.
"Hold the car!"the kidnapper suddenly interrupted Todd in his thoughts. Todd hit the break with force nearly causing the kidnapper to fall over shoving the metal further to his neck.
He took in a deep breath and held it until the kidnapper took the gun away to get something out of his pocket which he then gave to Todd.
Todd looked at it. There was a big red cross pointing to 'Dixie National Forest'.
He frowned even more "You want me to drive there?" he pointed on the red cross
"Yes I want you to go there! Have you any other explanation why I should mark something with a red pencil on a map?" the kidnapper sounded annoyed while Todd tried to make out a good route on the map.
"What is it? Never seen a map before?"
"I just try to find a good route for driving." something that was the fastest route and got him out of his misery so he could go home and destroy his phone so he would never have to deal with things like that again.
"I decide on the route. And you, your only here to drive anyway." the gun was back in its place and shoved hard towards the neck "Actually," and Todd felt the metal heat up a little "you can be happy that I leave you and your friends alive."
Todd swallowed and grasped the steering wheel again.
Well, if he wanted him to drive and if it kept him alive. Todd recalled someone saying this before it was:'Listen to the guy with the gun you know why.' Well, now he really knew why.
He drove forwards on the route that was decided upon by the kidnapper. And thus he drove.
While the van drove on the street with the sun shining on the cars ceiling inside the car, deep in Kenny's backpack, a little device send out little signals unnoticed by humans, buried under porn and crack.
Somewhere in Las Vegas a tracking device took up the signals of the frantic, little bug. A dark-haired woman picked it up and showed it to her partner who was smoking a very cheap brand of self-weltered cigarettes and was polishing his shovel with a dirty rag.
"You think the boss might be interested?"
The brown-haired guy looked shortly up and quickly returned his heed back to his shovel"...Yes."
The dark haired woman grinned.
The promised bounty hunters.
Have I ever said there will be bountyhunters? Frankly, I can't remember.