Downtown Chicago...

For the next couple of hours, Marcus and Molly drove across Illinois towards Chicago. Halfway there, they stopped so she could use the bathroom. When she came out Marcus was on his cell phone. She overheard him say that they would be there soon. She wondered who would be meeting them on their arrival. She started to feel nervous again.

They arrived in Chicago, and turned into a very dangerous looking area. Molly looked out the window apprehensively. She had never seen so many black people.

Marcus patted her thigh. "I'll take care of you," he said simply. He left his hand on her leg, rubbing absently.

Finally, the van pulled into a garage door in the side of a large warehouse building. They drove into the darkness and the door was pulled shut behind them. Clang!

"Time to get out, Runaway Molly," Marcus said with a hint of menace.