The A-Team – When time flies
~ "It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone."
Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy ~
The sun is setting on a small dusty airfield in Arizona. The air above the tarmac shimmers and the sky is clear. A young woman walks around the hangar humming quietly to herself. Dark curly hair cascades over her shoulders. A true beauty with the personality to match. She looks outside at the sky for a while and sighs contentedly. 'Time to get home.' She turns towards her car parked close by and grabs the keys from her back pocket.
A vice like hand clamps down on her wrist, forcefully twists it around and slams her into the hangar wall. She tries to scream but a hand is put over her mouth and her head is pulled backwards. Without thinking she bites the hand hard and it's retracted with a muffled curse. She tries to squirm and fight her way out of his hold. Another curse and then, a click... She freezes when something cold and hard is pressed into her back of her head.
"That was a stupid thing to do, missy… Scream and I'll shoot your pretty little head off."
Panic is starting to set and she gasps. The man presses himself even closer to her pinning her against the wall with his weight. She can feel his breath fanning her ear.
"You tell your daddy; we haven't finished with him yet. Either you do as I say, or there will be consequences. Do I make myself clear?"
She nods barely suppressing a sob.
The gun is removed, and she drops to the floor. The man casually walks away from her, whistling and kicking the pebbles on the path. The young woman curls up against the wall, sobbing.