Elfed in New York: Mobilized by Erik Schubach

Author:Erik Schubach [Schubach, Erik]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Goodreads: 198191329
Publisher: Independently published
Published: 2023-09-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9 – Taken

It was so good to hear Tana’s voice on the other side of the phone. I let out a sob as I asked, to be sure this wasn’t just a dream and I was still in the hands of those Laramer ass waffles, “Tana?”

The past week or two rolled through my mind, how long had it been since I was taken? I lost track of the days.

It was terrifying when they just executed poor Albert right in front of us. The big, adorable Samoan man hadn’t stood a chance in the surprise ambush in the alley. How can anyone do that, just murder a person in cold blood like that?

I just remember spinning to shove Lisa back inside out of the line of fire as Tana started to open a can of whoop-ass on the group of attackers. Then it felt as if my back had snapped in half when I was struck from behind by what I thought at the time was a bullet, sending me lurching forward to strike my head on the door frame.

I remember thinking before the lights went out that that was it, that I was going to die right there as Jillian’s security guard had. The next thing I knew I was waking up on the alley floor, being yanked up and dragged to a van. Every movement hurt my back and I started to struggle until a man inside the van hit me in the back of the head with the butt of some sort of assault rifle.

My eyes fluttered open when the van turned into a parking garage, but I closed them mostly and held stock still. I assessed myself as I was listening to the men yelling as the two in the front seat got out speaking urgently to each other. I heard an odd tearing sound which reminded me of plastic wrap stretching as the van rocked a little. I wasn’t bleeding so it must not have been a bullet that struck me, and my hands were bound with a half dozen big zip ties though my legs weren't.

The back doors opened and the men tossed in wads of white material before slamming the doors then got back in the van and drove out of the parking structure and back onto the streets at a more sedate speed. I looked at the material through squinted eyes. Holy Vulcan ka'athyra, Batman, had the van been vinyl-wrapped to conceal its color?

I let the bumping and swaying of the van conceal my hand slowly reaching up with my bound hands to pull off one of these new, uncomfortable ear shields and I dropped it to the floor of the van. The Cookie Twins would be looking for me, but they’d be searching for a white panel van, not whatever color it really was. All I had to do was bide my time and leave little clues for my boys. They’d find me, they’d save me.

So why was I shaking so

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