Everything was black, and Sam felt himself getting lightheaded. He was thrown into the back of a truck and told to stay silent. So he did, much to his dismay, he felt like screaming and throwing his body out of the vehicle. But any time he tried to speak he felt his throat tingle, he couldn't say anything.
The man was driving the truck. It was a truck that he own for many years, longer than Sam had been alive. It was an original 1942 Chevy pickup truck. Eighty two years old and still pushing through. He remembers picking it up off the lot, back then a truck only cost $1,000, but that was a lot of money then of course.
Flashes of blue and red blinded the man and the high pitched scream of sirens deafened him. He pulled to the side of the road and put the truck in park. A cop, probably five foot six and two hundred pounds, walked up to his window and look the man in the eyes. "Sir step out of the truck, their is a man in the back and i need to search the rest of the vehicle." The man looked into the cops eyes and spoke. "There is nobody in the bed of my truck. You're going to walk back to your car and forget any of this happened. Then run your car off the side of a bridge." The officer nodded and walked back to her car and was off.
"Come on." The man said grabbing Sam and pulling him out of the bed of the truck. He took Sam's blindfold off and put him in the front seat. "I'm sorry for this." He grabbed Sam's face and pressed onto the back of his head causing the vagus nerve to become overactive, eventually making Sam pass out. "Good."
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