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surged forward, its automatic transmission
hurtling the car ahead, toward the two men still standing in front of the
vehicle. A hand gripped her by the blouse, pulling at her as the car continued
forward.
    She
pushed on the gas.
    Hard.
    The car
jumped, the grip on her shoulder breaking, and she closed her eyes as the two
men hopped up on the bumper, then the hood. The car jerked to a stop as it hit
the front of the trailer they were in, the airbags deploying with a crack far
louder than she had imagined they would, and she found herself gasping for
breath as she recovered from being shoved into the back of her seat.
    She
pushed against the already deflating bag and reached down to put the car in
reverse, but it was no use. The engine had cut off, and a pair of hands were
already pulling her out of the now open driver side door. Still disoriented
from the crash and the airbags, she struggled but to no avail, the entire
experience now a nightmare, the headlights shattered, the only light now from
the flashers that were immediately turned on after the airbags deployed, their
pulse lending an artificial glow to the entire experience.
    She
heard another door open, and Ayla screamed. Her voice was muffled suddenly,
then Maggie heard a man yelp in pain.
    “The
bitch bit me!”
    Good
for you!
    The
truck they were in suddenly jerked and she lost her balance, falling into the
arms of her assailant. She heard the hiss of airbrakes, then the engine she
hadn’t noticed before, stopped. A noise at the back of the truck had her
spinning as she was lifted to her feet, and suddenly the entire truck was
bathed in sunlight as the rear doors were thrown open.
    She was
pushed toward the light and soon found herself squinting at the sun, covering
her eyes, as she gingerly made her way down the same ramp they had been pushed
up only minutes before. She turned back and saw Darius being carried fireman
style, screaming at the top of his lungs, his little legs kicking ineffectually
at the man. Ayla was being held from behind, carried forward, the man gripping
her under her ribcage as he struggled against her more ferocious attack.
    Maggie
noticed his hand was bleeding, a trickle of blood on Ayla’s chin. Ayla’s leg
swung out then up, catching the man in the groin. He grunted and loosened his
grip. Ayla shrugged out of the hold, and ran forward, into the sunlight and
fell down the ramp. Maggie stepped forward to help her, but was held back by
her captor.
    Two
SUVs, she presumed the two from earlier, were parked behind the truck, and the
passenger side door of one of them opened, a man, the first one she had seen
without his face covered, stepped out and rounded the front of the vehicle.
    “Sir,
your face!” It was the one holding her.
    The man
shook his head. “Doesn’t matter, not where they’re going.” He raised a hand gun
and pointed it at Ayla and fired. Ayla fell backward, into the arms of the man
she had bit as Maggie screamed. Her mind began to swim, her vision blurring, as
she watched her baby go limp, and the man, her murderer, turn toward tiny
Darius.
    He
fired, eliciting another scream from Maggie as the weapon was turned on her. He
squeezed, but she felt nothing, her mind shutting down from the horror of
seeing her children murdered in front of her, it judging the experience of her
own death an unnecessary evil.
    As she
slumped to the ground, all she heard was the blood rushing in her ears, and a
thumping sound in the distance.
    My
babies!
     
     

 
     
    Ogden, Utah
     
    Detective Jack Percy looked at the rubber that had been laid on the
pavement earlier. There was no doubt something had happened, but the question
was what? The reports were confused, conflicted, and none of them frankly
believable.
    A car
was pushed into the back of a truck by an SUV?
    He had
called bullshit on the report when it came into the office, and after bets were
taken, had gone out with his partner as they were next in the rotation.
    “What do
you