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The museum curator approached Ms. Gallano. "Have you seen Mrs. Borrell?" He asked.
Ms. Gallano responded, "Yes, she was just speaking with that female police officer or security guard. They stepped outside a few moments ago."
"Hmmm, that is strange." The man replied. "Why is that?" Ms. Gallano asked.
"We don't have any female police or security here."
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[Earlier]
The officer tapped Mrs. Borrell on her shoulder. "Mrs. Borrell, the curator would like to speak with you privately. Would you come with me.?"
"Certainly." Mrs. Borrell replied.
As they entered a quiet corridor, Mrs. Borrell felt a hand clamp over her mouth. "MMMMMph" she tried to yell.
"Shhhh," the woman whispered, and Mrs. Borrell sensed a needle being shoved into her neck. "Time for you to rest."
Mrs. Borrell's senses faded and her knees grew weak. The uniformed woman scooped her up into her arms. Quickly Mrs. Borrell fell limp, unconscious in her captor's grasp.
The woman made her way down a corridor. A patron noticed the two women. "Is everything OK, officer?" The man asked.
"Oh, yes, thank you sir. She had a fainting spell, and I am going to take her for some air. "
As the woman made her way outside, her car was waiting near the exit door. She opened the back door and laid Mrs. Borrell down across the back seat. Mrs. Borrell made no sounds, just quietly breathed.
"Sleep tight Mrs. Borrell. We have a nice drive ahead of us."

Description
The museum curator approached Ms. Gallano. "Have you seen Mrs. Borrell?" He asked.
Ms. Gallano responded, "Yes, she was just speaking with that female police officer or security guard. They stepped outside a few moments ago."
"Hmmm, that is strange." The man replied. "Why is that?" Ms. Gallano asked.
"We don't have any female police or security here."
******************************
[Earlier]
The officer tapped Mrs. Borrell on her shoulder. "Mrs. Borrell, the curator would like to speak with you privately. Would you come with me.?"
"Certainly." Mrs. Borrell replied.
As they entered a quiet corridor, Mrs. Borrell felt a hand clamp over her mouth. "MMMMMph" she tried to yell.
"Shhhh," the woman whispered, and Mrs. Borrell sensed a needle being shoved into her neck. "Time for you to rest."
Mrs. Borrell's senses faded and her knees grew weak. The uniformed woman scooped her up into her arms. Quickly Mrs. Borrell fell limp, unconscious in her captor's grasp.
The woman made her way down a corridor. A patron noticed the two women. "Is everything OK, officer?" The man asked.
"Oh, yes, thank you sir. She had a fainting spell, and I am going to take her for some air. "
As the woman made her way outside, her car was waiting near the exit door. She opened the back door and laid Mrs. Borrell down across the back seat. Mrs. Borrell made no sounds, just quietly breathed.
"Sleep tight Mrs. Borrell. We have a nice drive ahead of us."