THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION!!!!!

Christina Mills was running late. She was usually out of the office by five pm but today she had a pile of work to do. As a result she was just leaving the office around 7:15, much later than her normal time, and heading quickly towards her car in the parking garage. The parking garage was part of the office building where she worked. Christina was a short, slender woman with long red hair with dark green eyes. While pretty, she looked awkward. She had a mousy face that a person would not notice right away. However if you spent some time looking at her, you would find her memorable. Her breast were small but firm and she overall had an athletic look about her.
Christina hated the parking garage. It always seemed dark and depressing. The light in the garage just never seemed to provide sufficient illumination for people to see properly. It was even worse because the garage was deserted adding to the desolation effect of the garage.
As Miss Mills was walking towards her car she noticed a woman loitering in the parking lot. She had dark blonde hair that was cut short. She was short but had an athletic build to her. She was wearing black leggings and a brown blouse.
'I guess she is waiting for someone, ' Miss Mills thought to herself as she unlocked her car and got in. The other woman had not noticed Christina heading towards her car. Dismissing the woman from her mind, she got into her car and drove away.

Angela David was walking out of the building and entered the parking garage. She usually worked late as a personal assistant of a business manager. She looked like a Nordic goddess. She was six foot two. She had blonde hair that was cut short and piercing crystal blue eyes. She was wearing a light blue blouse with a dark blue jacket and skirt. The skirt reached just above her knees. She was wearing dark pantyhose which showed her long legs. As she walked, she projected an aura of calm and strength. She knew who she was and what she was doing at all times and expected others to know it as well. She projected professionalism and also a demeanor of being in charge.
'Excuse me miss, can you tell me where the accounting office of Linden and Burger is located? ' a dark blonde hair woman with brown eyes asked Angela. She walked quickly to Angela as she asked the question.
Angela gazed at the woman, a slight wrinkle in her nose could be seen by people if they studied Angela face.
'Yes, ' Angela said with a courteous but elitist tone. 'They are located on the third floor, ' Angela turned around and pointed towards the door where she had come from, 'but they are clommmph, ' Angela screamed as she felt herself being grabbed just below her jaw. Her head was lifted up exposing her neck. Before she had a chance to do anything, Angela felt a prick in her neck.
'It is okay, I just needed to ask you something in order to distract you, ' the dark blonde hair woman said. 'It makes it easier to kidnap you.'
Angela tried to struggle as she felt an arm snake around her chest, pinning her arms to her side. A hand went around her mouth, muffling her weaken cries. Her arms flayed in a desperate attempt to untangle herself from her attacker's arms or perhaps attack the woman who was assaulting her. Her hands tried to clutch at the arms holding her tight. But five seconds after feeling the prick on her neck, hers arms started to feel like lead. She was getting weaker and weaker. Her arms soon fell to her sides, they felt too heavy to lift. After one minute she was unconscious.

The dark blonde hair woman carried Angela to a nondescript van. Opening the door she was carefully placed on the carpeted floor of the van. The woman crawled into the van and shut the door behind her. Fifteen minutes later the woman reopened the door and started to crawl out. Angela could be seen bound and gagged laying on her side. Her arms were tied behind her back at the wrist and elbows. Ropes could be seen around her breasts holding her upper arms to her chest. Rope could be seen around her waist holding her wrists to her back. Ropes tied her ankles and knees. Her mouth was stuffed with cloth which was held in with tape. A thick piece of cloth blindfolded the kidnapped woman.
Brianna Jones shut the door behind her. The van was padded to make the van sound proof. The woman got into the driver seat and sent a quick text to her brother: 'Package secured. On my way.' The van started and Brianna was on her way with her cargo.
'I love special orders, they are always worth a fortune, ' Brianna said to herself as she started to drive out of the garage.

TWO WEEKS LATTER

Special FBI Agent Amelia Fox sat at her desk looking at pages from a three inch file, totally oblivious to the conversations and movements of her fellow agents and coworkers. The woman sat at a desk in the corner of the offices of the FBI. The desk had the advantage of being relatively isolated from the rest of the office, despite the fact that Miss Fox did not have a private office
The file that Special Agent Fox studied contained information from the FBI files, newspapers clippings, and copies of police reports. It also contained photos. The file had detailed information about missing persons from the last five years. The whereabouts of each person in the file was unknown.
'I know there is a connection. There has to be, ' Alex mumbled to herself as she looked at the file. Special Agent Fox had read and reread the files so many times she knew each case by heart. The case file had become an obsession for the woman, her Lindbergh baby. In her heart, Special Agent Fox believed that each case was related. All of the woman kidnapped were attractive. Special Agent Fox believed that an organization of some sort was responsible for the kidnapped girls. No one person was this good in kidnapping women with zero trace.
'Special Agent, you have to stop obsessing over this. There is no connection among those missing women.'
Fox looked up at a fifty year old balding man who had walked to her desk, her eyes leaving the photograph of a twenty five year old Latina girl named Andrea Cruz. The man, Aaron Jefferies, was her boss. He was dressed in a dark suit. Despite his age, he took care of himself, he still looked strong and fit.
'Boss I am telling you there is a connection. There was no reason for all of these girls to just disappear. They were not runaways. And they all disappeared without a trace. I am telling you there is a connection.'
'Look, you have plenty of real cases to work on. You do not have time to waste on ghosts. You have the fraud case you should be working on, ' Aaron pointed at a file on the other side of her desk. 'Get working on that, that is an order.' Aaron Jefferies turn around and walked to his office. Giving her boss a look behind his back, Alex gave out a sigh as she reached out and picked up the fraud file case. But not before she closed 'Lindbergh case file' and put in on the bottom draw of her desk. She got to work on her 'real' case but half of her mind was dedicated for analyzing the missing women cases, cases she knew by heart.

Alex Fox got home to the house that she rented around 8:00 PM. She was tired. The fraud case was simple, tedious, and annoying. It was late before she was reasonable sure she had the case wrapped up and was able to get home. The house was a fairly comfortable two story building. Her and her roommate spent some time making the house they rented a home. The house contained pictures of the girls on vacation and at parties and clubs they both attended. Personal knick knacks were scattered throughout the house. Little porcelain cats, Star Wars Hallmark Ornaments, and move posters were scattered throughout the house.
After she got home she undressed and put on a grey tee shirt with black shorts. The shirt reached below her waist. This allowed a person to observe Alex Fox well toned body. She was a tall woman. Her eyes and hair were dark brown. Her hair was long and neatly placed around her shoulder. She had a dark complexion. Her eyes looked dull. When people first met her, people though she was slow and dumb. People, after spending more than a minute with her soon realized how wrong they were. Criminals that crossed path with Alex Fox learned this fact the hard way.
Alex went to the living room where her exercise equipment was set up. She immediately started to work out, lifting weights and stretching her muscles. This went on for about a half hour. Alex used the exercising to help clear her head and work out the stress in her limbs and bodies. This allowed Alex to almost forget the missing women cases and her boss. Until, that is, a voice called out,
'Rough day Alex?' The question was asked by a young woman with light brown hair. She had dark freckles on her cheeks. She was short and petite. She was wearing black jeans and a blue shirt.
'My boss is a narrow minded unimaginative twit. He could not see evidence unless someone dropped it in his lab,' Alex responded to her housemate, Tracy Means.
Tracy Means, who worked as a nurse at the local hospital, nodded her head. This was not the first time Tracy had heard her friend and roommate complain about her boss. Tracy did not know what to think about her friends obsessions. At one level, she was concerned that the obsession was just a wild goose chase. On the other Hand, Alex was very, very good at her job. If she thought there was a connection, there was probable a connection. Tracy believed that Alex would work it out.
Tracy started to fix dinner while Alex continued her workout, her mind going over all of the missing women in her file.
'I am telling you Tracy, there is a connection. Someone is responsible for these missing woman.'
Tracy nodded sympathetically as she stirred sauce into her pasta. 'Look, I trust your instincts, I really do. I agree with you, there is a connection.'
Alex waited for the but, a distasteful grimace forming on her pretty face.
'But you are obsessing over this. You have to cut yourself some slack. Put the case away for a month. Let it stew. Then approach it with fresh eyes.'
Alex sighed. Unfortunately , Tracy was right. She should let the case stew for a week. Studying a case too much, too intently can cause you to miss something. However, she did want to follow up the most recent missing case. The case of the disappearance of Angela David.

Alex had already decided that she was going to get up early the next day but not go straight to her office. She had already worked out an excuse with her boss. Aaron thought Alex was going to work on one of her real cases. And she was. However, she was going to follow up the missing person case concerning Angela David. The local police had no leads. She was last seen at her office where she worked. Alex had already decided that she was going to the building where she worked and interview everyone she could fine. She knew there was a connection with her disappearance and all of the others. There just had to be.

After three hours, Alex felt frustrated. And angry. She had interviewed everyone she could find at the office building where Angela worked. She got no information. Nothing. No one had seen her leave. Her coworkers had no information. Angela was always the last person to leave the office. Angela had decided she was going to visit a marketing firm on the top floor of the building and then put the case to bed. For a little time at least.
Alex proceeded to interview everyone at the office. She got nowhere until she met Christina Mills.
'Yes, I did see her that night. '
Alex did a double take.
'Didn't the police interview you?' Alex asked.
'No,' Christina replied. 'I got sick the next day and was out of the office for a week. I never even realized there was something going on until you came here asking questions.'
Agent Alex quietly cursed under her breath and mentally directed daggers against the local police who had initially investigated the case. Their sloppiness may have cost valuable time. 'Can you remember anything from that night?'
'Not really, ' Christina replied. 'I was running late and wanted to get home. ' Christina thought for a moment. 'You know, I think I remember seeing a young woman. She had short, dark blonde hair. She was short but looked athletic. That is all I remember. Does that help ?'
Agent Alex copied the information in her notebook that was dedicated to the case. Alex remembered the information. The exact information was given to the police two years ago with respect to a missing yoga instructor. For the first time, she had been able to link two cases together.
'Can I have your information? I may need to speak to you latter.'
'Sure, ' Christina replied. 'I live alone.' Alex copied the information in her notebook.
'I will be in touch, ' Alex said. 'And thank you for your help. You are going to be very important to this case.'
'No problem, Agent Fox. I am glad to help.'
The two shook hands before Alex left to her car. She was very happy. She had solid evidence now.


Before speaking with her boss, Aaron Jefferies, Agent Fox examined her notes and files from all of the missing women, verifying her memory of the case.. In the case of one disappearance, the yoga instructor, a woman was seen in the vicinity. Like the woman who was seen around the time of the disappearance of Angela David, she was described as short with dark blonde hair. She was also athletic.
She practically ran to the office of her boss. Her boss's office was impersonal. There were papers on his desk but nothing that gave a visitor any idea as to the personality of Director Aaron Jefferies.
'I have a connection boss,' Agent Fox nearly shouted at her boss.
Jefferies, who was reading a report looked up with a slightly annoyed look at his face.
'What are you talking about Special Agent Fox.'
'A woman was seen around the same time when Angela David went missing. The woman matching that description was also seen during another disappearance.'
'Who saw this woman?' Jefferies asked?
'Her name is Christina Mills. She worked in the same building that Angela worked in. And the idiot cops did a piss poor job in the investigation of her disappearance.'
'That is all you have. A vague description and a tenuous link between two missing women cases.'
'I have done more with less. I am going to start following us some of the cases. See if there are any witnesses in those cases. I will start local. I know I will find more links.'
Agent Fox left Jefferies' office in a blur. He looked at the Agent for a short time. He then got up, closed his office door and lowered the blinds. From a bottom draw of his desk he took out a cell phone.

********

Located in the woods there was a fairly large shack. Despite the darkness, it was ten o'clock at night, light could be seen from the windows. Two vans and a car were parked outside the shack. Voices, and muffled screams could be heard coming from the shack.
The shack was sparse. There was a large room with several small rooms in the back. There was a table where a kerosene lamp could be found. Several were a number of chairs and chests located throughout the main room and the smaller rooms.
Inside the shack were six people. Two looked like hire muscle. They were big and strong and looked like linebackers. They were dressed in black slacks and long sleeve black shoots. Military boots were on their feet. A person looking at them would call them Grunt One and Grunt Two and use the names interchangeable.
Two other people were dressed in suits. One was tall with blond hair, the other was short with red hair. They were both white and looked quite ordinary. The two were talking to a man and woman. The woman was short but athletic with dark blonde hair. She looked like she was in her mid twenties. The man was tall and very well muscled. He had cold steel grey eyes.
Next to the group was four women, sitting or rather bound to chairs. They were all in their early twenties They were all bound and gagged. They struggled and squirmed in their tight bondage.
One of the girls, Rebecca Williams was crying into her tight gag, nearly choking on the wad of cloth stuffed in her mouth. The thick band of cloth wrapped around her mouth did an effective job in keeping the cloth in her mouth. Her wrists and elbows were tied behind her back. A tight rope harness tied her arms to her chest. Ropes tied her ankles and knees together. She was wearing black legging with a red flannel shirt. She was wearing thick white socks.
She looked at her roommate, a pretty Asian girl named Kim Chung who was bound and gagged exactly like her. She was wearing red shorts and a blue tee shirt. She was angrily screaming into her gag trying to get herself untied. She had been struggling since they were captured from the house that they rented together.
The other two girls looked like sisters.  One of the girls was named Harmony Issel. She was wearing black jeans with a purple blouse. She had strawberry hair with dark green eyes. She had cute dimples that could be seen, if not for the stuffed cloth gag in her mouth. Her sister, Raven Issel also had strawberry hair with blue eyes. The two looked very similar to one another. They were tied the same as Rebecca and Kim.

For the moment the man and woman and the two suited men were ignoring the girls. The muscle however was leering at the poor girls.
The tall suited man said, 'Thank you so much Brianna for getting the product for me. The person in charge of our new "resort" got his position because his father owns the place. He is in way over his head.'
'Be fair, Bill,' the short man said. 'He will grow into his position. Being short a few girls for the hospitality department of the resort is not an unforgivable sin. Especially with Brianna and David doing us a huge favor.' Bill did not comment. The two, while friends, had different opinions of their boss's son.
'Believe me there was no problem. Two of these girls were caught speeding.' Brianna said.
'And the two others are roommates, ' David added. 'It was quite fun grabbing them in the apartment they shared.'
'Again, thanks. And if you are satisfied with your compensation, we will leave with our new merchandise.'
David said, 'But remember, after this resort is set up, Brianna and I get a free week at this place. And I get to play with that one, ' David pointed at Raven Issel who tired to shrink into the background.
Bill and his friend Greg both laughed. Greg said, 'No problem. Give us two months and you both will be honored guests.'
Both Brianna and David nodded as the two muscle crept up to the four screaming bound and gagged girls. Each man picked up one girl and carried them out the door. They came back and grabbed the other two girls and left with them. The two suited men shook hands with Brianna and David and followed the muscle out the door. Brianna and David smiled at one of them. This transaction was quite profitable.
'Well sis, I think it is time to go home and get some rest, what do you think?'
'I would agr...' Brianna began to say when she heard her cell phone ring. She picked up the phone and said hello. The person on the other side of the conversation started speaking. As Brianna listened she started to frown.
She shouted, startling David, 'Bill!!   Greg!!!!! hold on, we need a favor. We might need you take some new merchandise from us.' David looked at Brianna dumbfounded as she ran out the door to see if she could talk to Bill and Greg before they left.