Wyatt turned around and stuck his keys into his pocket the week had been rough and he needed to get out and get some fresh air. Nothing like a good walk to clear your head. He thought. “Besides, maybe I can stop by the sin.” He muttered to himself as he made his way down...
Wyatt rounded the corner, already anticipating the sights and sounds that awaited him inside the Sin. He was starting to wish that he had a wingman on this one. Or a wingwomen, he grinned thinking to his love life. It was too bad she was on vacation he would have gladly taken her out to get some drinks tonight. Wyatt was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice that same van backing up far too quickly. It slammed into him sending him sprawling across the street to slam into a wall, bruised and bleeding, legs bent at an unnatural angle.
The hunters jumped out of the van crowding around him as they argued among themselves. The general consensus was that they would drop him off at a hospital on their way out to the countryside. One of their number produced a syringe from inside his jacket and sank the needle into Wyatt’s neck, the powerful tranquilizer spreading quickly through his body, guaranteed to keep him sedated for a good few hours.
