The police got the message and called king's cell.
Mae was scared. <i> the F.B.I...why are they getting involved.</i> she thought. she was very nervous and you could tell.
one of the officer's put a hand on her sholder. " Mae it's alright.." he said trying to seem comforting.
the man on the phone heard it ring.

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Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Victor Hugo

music is my life, my love, it's apart of my very being, it's what keeps my heart beating
~Raelyn

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
Walt Disney

All who call on God in

King took the piece of paper. "Yeah," he said when Mary informed him that the kidnapper distorted his voice. "Sometimes, I hate technology." The FBI agent now looked at the slip and called out, "Okay, Agent Morris, get an APB (that is right, isn't it? I'm not sure on that) on a red Honda Accord, possibly with hot pink dice hanging from the rearview mirror, liscense plate number: AUG 119."

Agent Morris was the newest member of his team, but that wasn't an issue. They all knew how to work everything, some were just better at it than others, but the only way you learn was by doing, so King gave Morris something to do.

King's cell rang and he pulled it from the clip on his belt, fliping it open as he brought it up to his ear. "Agent Sean King, FBI hostage rescue and negoation," were the first words out of his mouth, an automatic reflex from too much time doing this. Way, way too much time doing this. He listened to the police officer on the other end of the line. "Okay, get here ASAP, Officer. What's your current ETA?" Again he was silent as he listened to the reply. "Okay, I'll meet you at the entrance in a minute."

He flipped the cell shut and handed Mary the peice of paper. "Could you start a trace on your neice's cell, please. Hopefully the kidnapper won't have pulled the battery. And good news," He snorted at his own comment, "well, as good as it can be under the circumstances. We have a witness to the other kidnapping, I'm meeting her in the loby as soon as she gets here."

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

((Yeah, APB is right.))


"Sure thing Sean," Mary said getting ready to do that. "Oh, and Sean, have you been told where this other kidnapping took place?" She had to ask. She had a slight hope that this witness might be for Rachel's kidnapping.

Hope. Too many times she had talked to those awaiting word of kidnapped loved ones and told them to hope. Most had given her a weak smile and said they'll try. Maybe this would help her to understand why they only said "try".

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The officer who was calling sean king hung up the phone and went over to Mae and the other officer with her. " he's on his way down here." he said.
Mae nodded. her stomach was churning. what would they ask her? what would happen if she didn't have all the answers? these thoughts kept running through her mind.
she was scared and nervous. she debated if she should tell them about the note she found on her car.

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Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Victor Hugo

music is my life, my love, it's apart of my very being, it's what keeps my heart beating
~Raelyn

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
Walt Disney

All who call on God in

"No, sorry, I don't know where it took place," King replied. "I'll tell you as soon as I get any information on it."

With that, King went down to the lobby to meet the police officer and the witness. She was young, probably still in high school, although close to graduating. So this could scar her for life, though Sean, that's just great. He walked over to her, first adressing the officer next to her. "You can go now, we'll take it from here."

Then he turned to her. "Hi, my name is Agent King," King said, trying to be as nice as possible to the obvously frightened girl. "What's your name?"

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

The officer's nodded and left leaving Mae with the F.B.I.

Mae nodded. " hi, i'm Mae.." she said softly.
she looked at the man, she could see he was not new at this. she figured she could trust him too. she decided to let him know about the note.

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Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Victor Hugo

music is my life, my love, it's apart of my very being, it's what keeps my heart beating
~Raelyn

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
Walt Disney

All who call on God in

It had been a lovely day. She was sitting under a tree near the lake, her long black hair flying in the wind as she lay against her boyfriends chest, his hand in hers. She looked onto the lake and then a sound came from behind her...but she didn't think anything of it. She was the happiest in the world...Scott was talking about rings. He had been her boyfriend for almost 3 years now. Then, she felt a large hand go around her neck and mouth as she tried to scream...and then her world went black...

A sudden pain came over Rachel, a 17 year old who had been kidnapped only a few hours before. She open her eyes and tried to scream for her boyfriend, wondering where he was and why she was surrounded in darkness, but her mouth was gagged. She waited a few moments to look around and let her eyes adjust, and her head felt sore, like someone had hit it hard. She thought it felt like there was blood matted against it and she tried to touch it with her hand, but there was rope tied all around her body.

Rachel looked around, now scared to death. One minute she was on a romantic date and the next she was...here. Where is here? Why am I here? Then, a guess hit here....a really good guess.


She had been kidnapped.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

((Hey sorry I haven't been around. Been a very busy few days.))


Mary had quickly gotten to work trying to track the GPS in Rachel's phone. "Come out, come out where ever you are," she muttered under her breath. "Got ya!" She jumped out of her chair and wrote down the address. The phone wasn't moving. She hoped that whoever this was hadn't been smart and left the phone with Rachel and not dumped it some where to give the FBI a wild goose chase.

Mary ran into an elevator but afterwards wish she'd taken the stairs. Since when where these things so slow? She tapped her foot impatiently. She'd have to interrupt King's questioning. Oh well. They'd worked together long enough he'd forgive her. Once she got out of the elevator she was faced with another problem. Which one of the many rooms was King and his witness in? With a sigh she started down the hall looking.

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OOC: I know what you mean. It's been like that for me too.

IC: King smiled at Mae, though it probably seemed slightly forced, which it was. But that wasn't supprising considering the circumstances. "Okay, Mae, I want you to tell me all that you can about what you saw. Try not to leave any detials out, you never know what may turn out to be important," the FBI agent said as he pressed the button on a tape recorder so they could go over the information again later if they needed to. "I'll try not to interupt you so you can get it out without a break."

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

Mae sighed nervously. " ok..." she paused and thought then began again. " i was driving along and and i was stoped at a red light. the car next to me drove into an ally, i guess there was parking for some bulidings behind there, right as the person was driving down the ally way a man jumped in front of the car and the lady slamed on her breaks the man looked mean. i got out of my car and left it in the street. i went over to the side of the building, just enough so i couold see but they couldnt see me. or so i thought..." she paused..." i-i watched him pull the woman out of her car and then put her in another car.." she paused again.." then i went back to my car inteneding to call the police right then but...i found a note on my car that said. <i> you were seen</i>" she shuddered remembering.."then i got into my car and called the police." she stoped and looked up.." thats what happend.." she said still a bit nervous.

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Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Victor Hugo

music is my life, my love, it's apart of my very being, it's what keeps my heart beating
~Raelyn

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
Walt Disney

All who call on God in

"Okay," King said, trying to be as patient as possible, considering the curmstances. "Do you remember exactly where you were? Such as fast food places, restraunts, gas stations, hotels, that sort of thing."

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

Mae sighed. " i'm sorry. i was on burbon street. there was a burger king across the street and a starbucks next to it.." she said hopeing thats what he needed for the information.
she looked around nervously again. she didn't like it that the room was all white and she was sitting at a metal table with a metal chair. she felt like a prisoner.

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Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Victor Hugo

music is my life, my love, it's apart of my very being, it's what keeps my heart beating
~Raelyn

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
Walt Disney

All who call on God in

Mary hated to have to interrupt King. That's why she was pacing outside the door. How long could this interview take? It couldn't take much longer, could it? She looked at the address in her hand. It fit the route Rachel would have been on to her grandmothers. It went a couple miles out of the way, but her boyfriend lived out there. There was another bit of news she had to tell King. She hadn't been able to get a hold of Rachel's boyfriend. His phone hadn't even rung. It had just gone strait to voice mail. What of whoever this person was had both of them? What if the man was still with the phone? "Sean, you're just going to have to forgive me," Mary muttered then knocked on the door. She stepped back and waited for him to answer.

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(I am thinking that Ted Egleston would be a great character for this. He would be the head detective of the town. Tell me if that is ok.)

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((The~Doctor's is the head of Hostage Rescue/Negotiation so as long as that doesn't cause a problem I'm ok with you joining.))

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(He would deal more with murder than hostage. I will have to think of a reason he joined though.)

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