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Never be too confident because in a split second life can turn topsy-turvy. This mantra was often repeated by Shelley's mom in the years that followed her husband's unexpected death. Shelley was too little at the time to remember her father, but she could recall her mom saying that phrase from her earliest memories. It was the first thing to pop into her head as soon as she went to close the van's door.

She had just started to reach for the door's handle so that she could slide it shut when she realized that the van wasn't empty. A female dressed in military fatigues was squatting in the cabin and aiming a gun of some sort directly at her. Her face was completely concealed behind a mask with dark lenses obscuring her eyes. Time seemed to freeze for Shelley. She could sense her mom saying her dour catchphrase. She heard a loud whoosh of air as if a can of soda being opened was broadcast over an amplifier. She felt a prick in her neck. She looked down and from the corner of her eye saw the feathery end of dart sticking out from her scarf. Whether she would have felt relieved or panicked was moot. The next instant a rush of darkness consumed her as she slipped into unconsciousness.

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For the previous part, go here Wrestling a Kidnapped Princess, 2 .

Notes: I decided to rename this series, even though I'm still not happy with it. Up next is the focal point of this elaborate set-up with some gratuitous shots of Shelly down and out. It likely won't appear until next week even if I post some non-related stuff in the meantime. This one will definitely be continued and not abandoned. The title gives a pretty blunt indication as to where it's heading.

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Never be too confident because in a split second life can turn topsy-turvy. This mantra was often repeated by Shelley's mom in the years that followed her husband's unexpected death. Shelley was too little at the time to remember her father, but she could recall her mom saying that phrase from her earliest memories. It was the first thing to pop into her head as soon as she went to close the van's door.

She had just started to reach for the door's handle so that she could slide it shut when she realized that the van wasn't empty. A female dressed in military fatigues was squatting in the cabin and aiming a gun of some sort directly at her. Her face was completely concealed behind a mask with dark lenses obscuring her eyes. Time seemed to freeze for Shelley. She could sense her mom saying her dour catchphrase. She heard a loud whoosh of air as if a can of soda being opened was broadcast over an amplifier. She felt a prick in her neck. She looked down and from the corner of her eye saw the feathery end of dart sticking out from her scarf. Whether she would have felt relieved or panicked was moot. The next instant a rush of darkness consumed her as she slipped into unconsciousness.

* * *

For the previous part, go here Wrestling a Kidnapped Princess, 2 .

Notes: I decided to rename this series, even though I'm still not happy with it. Up next is the focal point of this elaborate set-up with some gratuitous shots of Shelly down and out. It likely won't appear until next week even if I post some non-related stuff in the meantime. This one will definitely be continued and not abandoned. The title gives a pretty blunt indication as to where it's heading.