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normal person would have
to either be insane or suicidal to roam the backstreets so close to
curfew time. No Perfect would risk being caught by the curfew
patrols.
    The pavement bounced up and down from
Kristi’s point of view, making her feel dizzy. The hand suffocating
her breaths didn’t help with the situation.
    “ Cah ye mo ye
han?” Kristi tried her best to mumble her
words coherently. “Can’t breh.”
    Her kidnapper didn’t remove the hand,
however the hold over her mouth loosened a bit, enough for her to
breathe more comfortably, but not enough for her to scream for
help. Something cold and sharp pressed against the side of her
cheeks. Kristi leaned her head away from the object; it was a gold
stud earring.
    Several minutes passed, the person carrying
Kristi decelerated to a slow jog, then to a walk and placed her on
the ground after ripping the drawstring bag off her shoulders.
    Kristi braced her arms against a damp and
moldy wall to steady her shaky legs and rebelling stomach. Her
captor remained at a distance far enough to avoid being splattered
by puke in case Kristi’s stomach decided to empty itself, but still
within grabbing distance. Kristi finally assessed her surroundings
once the world stopped spinning enough for her to find her
balance.
    Four bare walls of an
abandoned building closed around her; the ceiling sagged
dangerously low. If I was to jump
up, Kristi contemplated, I bet I could touch it. Not that that would do me
much good.
    A man stood guard by the entrance; aside
from the tattoo of a flock of raven trailing up the side of his
neck, the man looked inconspicuous. He didn’t have a memorable face
nor wore clothing that beckoned attention.
    Another guy, who Kristi automatically
assumed to be her abductor, was going through the contents of her
drawstring bag. He wore a black shirt and ratty jeans; several gold
hoops looped through his earlobes. Kristi counted nine cuffs in
total and wondered whether the man’s ears got tired from bearing
the weight of the jewelry.
    The man looked up from her bag. “Nice
electro-slate you have; latest model with all the newest
updates.”
    She recognized the raspy voice as the same
one she heard while eavesdropping from behind the brick wall. They
were the electro-slate bandits.
    The man wearing the black shirt spoke again,
“Thought you could make a fool out of me, didn’t you? Boss demoted
me to rank two after today’s incident.”
    The guy with the raven tattoo ground his
teeth and spat on the ground. “Rank two,” he said to himself.
“That’s a rank for newbies, not someone like me.”
    The kidnapper continued on, as if he hadn’t
heard a word the other man had said. “Boss doesn’t believe me when
I told her there was a secret room in the brick wall. But I saw you
escaping into a hole in the wall with my own eyes. Now she thinks
we’re going mad. Right, Steph?”
    Steph nodded his head in agreement. The way
Steph looked at black-shirt-guy with reverence and followed his
every move reminded Kristi of Glenn’s followers. Naturally, this
observation promptly made her dislike these two men even more.
    Kristi removed her hands from the wall.
Testing to see if she could walk on her own, she took a small step.
Her head felt a bit woozy, but other than that, she felt fine.
    “ Take my electro-slate and
my backpack if you want. Can I leave now?” Kristi took another step
towards the exit.
    Steph perked up and cracked his knuckles
loudly, daring her to make a dash for freedom.
    “ No.” Black-shirt-guy
threw down the drawstring bag with disgust; apart from the
electro-slate, nothing else in the bag was worth any value on the
black market.
    “ Can I see the slate,
Wilson?” Steph asked.
    “ No.”
    Black-shirt-guy now had a name: Wilson. This
insignificant piece of information lent Kristi a small scrap of
knowledge.
    Wilson stalked over to Steph, clutching the
stolen electro-slate in one hand. “Grab me some ropes. And be quick
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