Jackson’s POV
"Hey, is that her?"
"Who? Where? Oh, yah that's Miranda. Get ready ok?"
"Yah I'm ready man, you ready Frank?"
"Will you two shut up? Stacy, park right there, yah on that corner!"
You see the old dingy cargo van pull up on the curb in front of you and barely notice the faded dry-cleaning sign on its side door. You look down at your sneakers as you walk by, thinking about the warm shower you're going to have as soon as you get back inside that house. You're startled by the door on the side of the van swinging open, and as you stop short in surprise your sparkling blue eyes go wide in terror as you see three large men burst out of the van toward you like a flood, curling over you in a smooth practiced move, tearing your backpack of you and quickly taping your mouth close
