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Krysta stood watching the empty driveway of the airport, her luggage sitting beside her. Her eyes started to water, but she blinked the tears back.
"I knew Dad would do this," she muttered to herself as she raked her hand through her light brown waves. She turned and started to pick up her bags when she heard screeching tires. She glanced up with alarm and saw a black van speeding her way. She jumped out of the way, but it stopped beside her anyways. The side door was thrown open, and two gloved hands reached out for her. She tried to scream, but they pulled her into the vehicle and shut the door before anyone could hear her. The van sped out of the airport garage and onto the interstate.
Krysta glanced around in panic at the men sitting next to her, but they just looked at her casually, like stealing a teenaged girl was nothing. Her eyes darted to the door, and she tried to crawl over to it, but then the van sped up, making her fly back against the side of the van. She winced as she hit her shoulder on the metal.
"What do you want?" she asked frantically. The men all looked at her again but still said nothing. She pulled her knees into her chest and settled for closing her eyes, wanting it to all be over. She tried to calm down so she wouldn't scream. "Who are you?" she continued as calmly as possible for her. One of the men put a piece of duct tape over her mouth, preventing her from talking anymore. She tried to reach up to rip it off, but he took her hands and bent them painfully behind her back, tying them tight with ropes. She started to panic again, throwing herself against the side of the van and praying it would open. They just sat there staring at her like she was dumb, so she stopped after another minute of abusing herself. Then, one of them moved closer and stared at her. She tried to look away, but he took her face in his hands and turned it roughly to face him.
"Krysta Mariann Prescott?" he asked mechanically. "Where's Agent 52369?" Krysta stared at him like he was nuts. He leaned over and yanked the duct tape off of her mouth, making her yell in pain. "Where is he?"
"Who is that?" she asked quietly. He glared at her and folded his arms expectantly.
"Now, now, Krysta...don't lie to us...we don't take too kindly to people sassing us..." he smiled with underlying menace.
"I seriously don't know any agents..." she admitted as she backed up against the side of the van, starting to get more afraid.
"It's your father! Where's your father?" he yelled at her. Her eyes widened and she stared at him in shock.
"My...father?" she whispered. "You're wrong...my dad's not an agent..." she shook her head at them and closed her eyes when they laughed.
"Oh, lookie guys! Her daddy never told her about his double life..." one of them teased. She looked at him with a glare. "How sad..."
"Hun...your father works against our company...see, he's the good guy...we're very bad men..." the other one smirked cruelly. "You really shouldn't be in a parking lot by yourself..." Krysta's mouth opened, and she started to scream until he covered her mouth with his hand.
"Now, now...it's not nice to make our driver get a headache..." he whispered in her ear. "He might crash...and you really wouldn't wanna do that, would you?" he let her go after duct taping her mouth again. She fell back and lay there, staring up at the top of the van. Then, she turned and kicked the man in the head, sending him flying. She kicked open the back door of the van and started to jump.