Niki regained consciousness to pain and panic. 

     She opened her eyes to find herself in the back of one of the militia's panel trucks. It was moving. She looked to see that four people sat in the back of the panel truck with her, two men and two women. 

      "Don't move, Baby," one of the militia women said. "You got a real bad head wound. We going to get you to a doctor as soon as we can, so just relax. We're here to help. We're the good guys!"

     "We're the Power Patriots!" one of the militia men said, and the other three in the back nodded.

     The sound of his voice caused the fear within Niki to ripple. She tried to come up with some sort of plan, any kind of plan, but damn her head hurt! She looked towards the front of the van. She saw two other militia members, the driver and someone else in the passenger's seat.

     "I asked you not to move, and now I'm telling you," the militia woman said. "I don't know you, so I can't trust you. You move one more time, and I'll blow your head clean off." 

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