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Nick: adjusts draw string. Texts Tarragon: You sure you don't want to come? It'll be fun. Tarragon: replies: You've convinced me. Meet me...
Nick: grabs his trusty bow and some poison tipped arrows. Puts on body armor and a helmet.
Better. Definitely better. But develop the idea a little more.
(Her.) Boy: brings me inside a warehouse. "We've got company." Tarragon: looks around and sees gang members all around.
Nick: sighs and walks to Tarragon's room. Opens the door. "I'm heading out." Tarragon: looks up. "Where?" He gives me a look. "Oh, good luck."...
It was really cool, just needed to be longer.
Tarragon: the trunk opens. A boy about eighteen is sanding there. Whimpers. Boy: "Trying to contact your friends?" Takes the phone and smashes...
Tarragon: reads news reports Nick: fires five arrows. They all hit the center.
Tarragon: texts: I'm fine. Just scared. Then the car stops.
Did you accidentally press post? Because I have no idea if that was the story or just something random.
Tarragon: walks back to room. Nick: puts sword away and goes to the archery range.
Tarragon: phone vibrates. Smiles. Replies: Please help. I've been kidnapped and I don't know where they're taking me! Call the police.
Tarragon: unties the cloth and puts a bandage on it. Nick: goes back to sword training.
Tarragon: waits for a text back. Tears form. "Somebody please."
(She) Tarragon: enters the base. Walks to the enfermiry.
Tarragon: starts to walk to the base.
Tarragon: "No, I'm fine. We're not that far." Stands up. Winces in pain.
Tarragon: wakes up. It's pitch back and the ground is moving. Checks pockets for phone. "Dumb ***." Takes it out. Texts someone: Help! I've kidnapped!
Tarragon: tries to sit up. Clutches shoulder.
Tarragon: slowly opens eyes.