Chapter 38
[Cordelia]
I bite down on the attacker’s hand but their fingers are protected by thick, leather gloves. There is nobody else around as they drag me towards the parking lot. Everyone is still inside making last–minute deals.
Arching my back, I try to slam my head into his face, but he is too quick, too professional. He dodges every blow. I shift the weight in my body downward like I was taught to do in self–defense classes. It slows him for a moment, but not nearly long enough for anyone to see me being dragged towards a large, unmarked, white, van.
“No!” I try to shout but my cries are muffled.
As the van door opens behind us and another man, this one wearing a mask hiding all of his features, grabs my feet, I realize this might be my last memory.
Because wherever these men are taking me, I do not think they are going to let me leave alive.
I stop fighting. There is no point. These men are going to kidnap me and there is nothing I can do to stop
them.
The sound of air moving quickly around an object buzzes near my ear as an almost silent motor zooms by, flying into the eye of the kidnapper holding my feet. He drops me, my heels hitting the pavement with a
hard crack.
Another small object joins the fight and aims itself directly at the face of my first kidnapper. He lets go of me, screaming as the object attacks over and over again.
“HELP!” I scream. “KIDNAPPERS! HELP”
As I run away the first kidnapper grabs my hair, pulling me back with a hard tug, my mouth snapping shut as I bite my tongue. There is a hard thunk right near my ear. Screaming, my attacker releases me and I fall to the ground, the wind knocked out of me
Deciding I’m not worth all the effort, they turn around and run.
A set of footsteps give chase, while a miniature, flying miracle is hovering above me. One of Clark’s drones.
“Clark,” I speak to the drone.
“I’m right here!” he shouts out of breath, hearing everything I am saying to the drone and responding.
Strong arms scoop me up off of the ground.
“I’ve got you now, Cordy,” Clark assures me, holding my body close to his chest.
“Clark…” I start to cry. “How did you know to find me out here”
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“Thank you,” I interrupt, dismissing his explanation for his actions. He doesn’t need to explain himself when his actions worked to keep me alive. “Thank you for caring enough to keep me safe.”
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