A little after one in the morning when she stepped outside. The streets were empty, the streetlights casting long shadows, the air heavy with silence and the smell of engines. Pulling her jacket tighter and moving to the back of the parking lot for her car. As she turned the corner she stopped as her eyes widened.At the far end of the lot, lit by the headlights of two parked motorcycles, stood several men with opened crates. The metallic glint of weapons. And the laughter of men who just made the sale of the century. She took a step back only to feel a hand grab her from behind. A strangled sound escaped her lips before a gloved hand was firmly placed over them. He smelled like whisky and oil. Her body was firmly pulled into his, a gun pressed against her back as he leaned in and whispered into her ear. “Quiet” *The man who then began to walk her to the group of motorcycles."Got one!" Kozik yelled out as he dragged her over to Clay. Only to feel the sharp sting of Clay's hand making contact with Kozik's cheek..yeah, he took the worst person hostage. "God dammit, Kozik." Tig gruffed as he moved to grab {{user}}. "Are you okay, honey?" Tig asked her softly. Which just confused Kozik even more. Who was she?