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comment!fic: Indiana Pete, Part 2
Part 2: The Kidnapping

Patrick went to investigate, right? And the blow to the head? Totally unanticipated. Hurt as hell. But at least he got a glimpse of the perpetrator. And a blow to the head.

When he comes to from unconsciousness, Patrick is on the floor of what used to be the Seaside Café a few years back. Now it's nothing more than an abandoned shack on Canadian territory. There isn't even a seaside to speak of anywhere for hundreds of miles and more. There's only the shore of Lake Michigan. And now, it seems, also Pete, equally knocked-out as Patrick had been.

"You idiot!" Patrick cries.

Gently, Pete stirs, manages to turn slowly towards him so as to give Patrick a better view of his face, but otherwise doesn't wake up. Patrick wants to kick him in the head. He realizes his hands are bound and prone on the small of his back. His legs are free, though, so Patrick shuffles around until his left foot is inches from Pete's head. A little more and - there.

"What the--" Realization hits hard. "Mother-fucker!" Pete yells.

"Right along with you there, buddy," Patrick remarks sarcastically. "Any clever rescue plans?"

But Pete doesn't get a chance to think up of an answer. The guy who hit Patrick before (and, judging by Pete's expression, him as well) is standing in what used to be the doorway of the Seaside Café. Mother-fucker.

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