kidnap?

"Mr. Newell I'm heading to the cafe. Want anything?"

"Nah not today, Mrs. Newell made me a sack lunch."

"Alrighty."

I ran across the street to the corner cafe for some lunch. Usually it's pretty packed about this time of day, but for some reason it's a ghost town. The bell jingles as I walk in.

"Andy? Where's every-mmmfgh!"

A cloth covers my nose and mouth and I smell something sweet before there is nothing but darkness.

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Back seat of an unremarkable black sedan.

"Target acquired sir."

"Good. Very good."