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sat stunned. What do I do now?
    Mikayla had told her to go on to her mother ' s if anything happened to her. But what in God's name was she going to tell her? She didn't even know what had happened herself. One minute she was there, and then suddenly she was gone. But what she didn't understand is what they wanted with her to begin with?

Chapter Three
    Strong lights were Mikayla's first indication they were no longer at the rest stop.
    The brightness was overwhelming, and she immediately squinted until she became accustomed to it. Slowly, she opened her eyes and glanced at her surroundings. The sudden change in location shocked her. So much so, she stopped struggling.
    “Where are we?” she asked. And how the hell did we get here?
    “Your new home.”
    Her captor loosened his hold around her waist and dropped her on the floor. She winced as her butt hit with a loud thump. His laughter boomed through the room, and she glared back up at him. Other than his heavy Romanian-sounding accent, he spoke English well. How was that possible? But then she remembered the speech given by that man on television. He had also spoken English.
    As she scrambled back to her feet, she studied the room. Brushed steel walls, with gray carpeting, and those damn bright lights -- but absolutely no windows. It was fairly good size, only completely empty.
    Was it possible she ' d been drugged and just now woke up? She didn't think so, for she didn't feel like she had been asleep, but how did they get here so fast? And how was she going to get back to her car? Her heart pounded furiously in her chest, and she struggled to stay calm. She had to think and find a way out of this.
    “What is this place?” she asked.
    “This is what we call an arrival room. They didn't want us just popping up wherever, so there are several of these rooms throughout the ship for people to transport into.”
    Mikayla stared at him, convinced he'd lost his mind. Surely he didn't just say
    “ship.” And what did he mean by transport? He had to be lying. She narrowed her eyes at him. “Why am I here?”

    “You're a gift for a friend,” he replied with a smirk. “I have to make a call to alert your new owner that we are coming, so be quiet until I am finished.”
    “My new owner? What are you, nuts? You don't own people.”
    “We now own you.” He pulled something out of his belt and, after punching a button, put it to his ear.
    We’ll see about that . She examined the room again, this time searching for a way out.
    She began to inch her way toward a pair of doors on the other side of the room.
    Glancing back at the man who'd abducted her, she saw he was quietly talking on what looked like a very small cell phone.
    She didn't believe for a minute they were actually on a ship. They had to be somewhere close to the rest stop. If she could just find a way out of whatever this thing was, she could get back there. Once she did, she and Krista could continue to her mother's. Taking one more look back at her kidnapper to make sure he was still on the phone, she made a run for the doors.
    They silently slid open on their own, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God for small favors.
    Ignoring her captor's shout to stop, she picked a direction and ran, praying she'd made the right choice.
    The halls were just like the room, all metal and lights that seemed to go on forever.
    Occasionally, there were doors like the one she just came out of, but they led into other rooms, not exits. Every time a door opened onto an office, she wanted to scream in frustration. There had to be a door that lead to the outside.
    She glanced over her shoulder and saw the soldier getting closer. Taking a deep breath, she picked up her pace. Her long legs made her a fast runner, so staying ahead of him was easy. Of course, the fact that she had gotten a pretty good head start helped as well.
    Coming up on the end of the hall, she made a quick decision to go right, only to run smack into what