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Nate snuck around to the other entrance to the living room, appearing in the doorway just as Dakota appeared in the other, trapping the figure. |
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The man spun, looking around and clutching the baby in his arms. He darted toward Dakota, expecting her to cower |
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Nate sprung at the figure. "Don't you dare touch her!" |
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Dakota rasied her pistol at the figure, not firing yet but willing to |
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Nathan Croft - "Give me the baby," he growled at the figure. |
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The figure spun and darted out the open exit, not making a sound, not saying a word. Dakota felt her hands begin to shake with fear and denial, the feeling that she was failing creeping in |
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Nate sprinted after the figure with his baby. But they were too fast. |
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"Shit!" Daota exclaimed, taking off behind him |
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Nathan Croft - Nate ran for as long as he could, chasing the car the figure had gotten into with Hunter, but he soon couldn't keep running. So he slowed to a stop and pulled out his phone, calling 911. "Hello? My son Hunter was just abducted... hes three months old... they drove away in a car with the liscense plate 5Y0-PWE" |
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Dakota staormed back inside, hastily grabbing her sweatshirt |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
