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Tina Anderson pumped her arms and legs at a leisurely pace. There was no need to sprint because she still had a mile to go. Her favorite song " It's Your Birthday" By 50 Cent was playing on her MP3 player that fit snugly around her bicep. The attention she got from the passing motorists gave her the strength to press on. Cars honked and guys waved as her long blond pony tail teetered in the wind.
It was 7:30 pm and it would be dark in just 10 minutes. Tina had on her pink shorts that crawled up her legs too high but she didn't care. She had purchased them at Hooters along with a white tank top. Her father didn't like her jogging so late at night but who was he to tell her what to do? At 19 years old she was sure now that she could make decisions on her own.
She made a right on Elm street which led to a cemetery covered in squirrels. The sun was starting to settle and was turning a dark orange. A streaky ray of sunlight bounced off the roof tops of the row homes looming in the distance. When Tina entered the cemetery she cranked the music up and picked up her pace. Almost every grave seemed to have flowers on it and she watched 2 squirrels chase each other in the grass.
Beads of sweat poured down her face while she pumped her arms and legs. Tina noticed that something seemed very strange and out of kilter. When she turned around she saw a black van following her. She hadn't seen a van like that since she used to watch the " A-Team" on television. It looked just like the van that " Mr.T" used to drive.
Tina drifted all the way to the side of the pathway so the van could pass her. She began to mull the situation over in her mind. What was a black van doing out here in the cemetery? The black van never passed her but slowly crept behind her. Tina picked up the pace a little and then peered her head back one more time. To her surprise the driver was wearing a black ski mask but she could only see one eye.
Tina knew she was in trouble and veered off the pathway towards the grass. Just then she felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck. Did she just get stung by a bee? She reached her arm back and pulled a tranquilizer dart out from her nape. She screamed for help as loud as she could.
" Somebody help me! I've been shot!"
She pumped her arms and legs vigorously breathing harder with every strut. She was going to make it home, she was going to elude her attacker. Tina pushed on with everything she had but her vision was going blurry but in fact she wasn't going anywhere. She lay on the ground immobile. Then everything went black.
The black van came to an abrupt stop and Vinny jumped out of the driver's side door. He quickly scooped up Tina into his arms and threw her over his shoulder like she were a sack of potatoes. Concerned neighbors that heard Tina's cry for help trampled onto their front lawns to see what the commotion was about. Before anybody could stop him, Vinny opened the back doors to the van and tossed in Tina's body then slammed the doors shut. He even had the audacity to wave to the onlookers who were already dialing 9-1-1 on their phones.
The back tires squealed as Vinny took off in the sunset. The black van made a sharp right turn into an alley and then merged onto a busier street. Vinny knew if he wanted to pull this off he had to be quick. The police would put out an APB on his vehicle before he would ever get a chance to leave town. And especially since he had just kidnapped the judges daughter!
Vincent pulled into a secluded car wash and immediately went to work. First he checked on Tina. She was still unconscious. As fast as he could he cuffed her hands behind her back and then duct taped her feet together. Before he shut the back doors to the van he carefully looked around to see if anyone was watching. So far the plan was working and he saw no one in sight.
He dug down deep into his pocket and pulled out eight quarters. Placing the quarters into the slot of the power washer was proving to be the hardest part of his mission. The adrenaline rush was so great that his hands shook incessantly as he dropped quarters in one at a time. Vincent knew that he needed to do something about the shaking because it was really bothering him.
The pressure washer finally turned on and he began spraying the van. As Vinny sprayed the van it turned from black to white. He smiled with admiration as he washed off the washable paint that evidently was peeling off in a matter of seconds of getting wet. Within 60 seconds the van was completely white except for the black lettering on the sides which read " Jake's Plumbing".
When Vinny was finished he raced to the back of the van and yanked off the license plate that was held on by magnets and replaced it with another. Vinny's 4 minute dead line he set for himself was expiring and he could already hear sirens looming in the distance. It was time to go before the cops would show up. He jumped in the van which was still running and took off.
As soon as he left the car wash he removed his ski mask and black sweat shirt. Underneath the sweatshirt he was wearing a blue and white striped collared shirt which had a name tag which read "Jake". Vincent realized it didn't get any better than this. Judge Thomas Anderson's daughter had just been kidnapped. And this was only the beginning.