The unmarked vehicle carrying the unconscious forms of Adam and Sona pulled away from the curb, its movements smooth and deliberate as it merged into the light evening traffic. It navigated the quiet residential streets, turning corners methodically, its destination predetermined.
The darkened windows obscured the occupants, giving no hint of the unusual cargo within. Inside, the black markings pulsed faintly on Adam's and Sona's skin under the watchful, impassive gazes of their captors. The vehicle proceeded at a steady pace, attracting no undue attention as it left the immediate vicinity of Adam's house.
As the car rounded a corner onto a slightly wider avenue, its path intersected briefly with the trajectory of a lone pedestrian. It was the young woman from the earlier confrontation on the empty street – the one whose neck had been horrifically slashed, only to heal itself moments later.
