11-28-2011, 11:14 AM
"Should we move now?" one of the less experienced men asked. "Nope, not yet." was Griffin's only reply. He waited for her to move past the guard that was in front of her dressing room and then he grabbed her, covering her mouth with one hand. He pulled her out of the side door with speed and silence, not ebb giving her a chance to save herself. He threw her purse back into the building. She was tossed into an old, but well taken care of shiny black car. "Good evening Miss Smith." Griffin said with a sweet smile that would have suggested a decent young man, but he was far from that. His assistant spoke up. "We got the dumb bitch didn't we?" Griffin rolled his eyes and shot the man and the blood spattered all over him and the girl's white dress. "Pity, and I really liked you in that." he said as if he really cared. He'd get the dead man out of his car when they arrived. "Ivan, you're going to have to clean up the back, there's a rather nasty mess. He dragged her out of the car and into a building. "Now, give me the adress of your parents."
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