Hello all! I do believe it's time for another Tally & Co. Story. And you don't neccecarily need to read the other stories about Tally, put if you would like to, go for it.

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Tally, other characters and story© Dare2dream00/RandomAwesomeWeirdo

So read and enjoy.

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Well, this is awesome. Tally thought in annoyance as she looked at the top of the trunk she was locked in. There she was, trapped in a trunk of a car, being taken who knows where to do who knows what. She fiddled with her hand restraints behind her back, trying to wiggle out of them, to no avail. Hun's gettin' better at tying ropes. She thought with a sigh. She felt so stupid; being broad sided with a schmuck with a bat and then BAM! Lights out. You shoulda been payin' more attention you idiot. She scolded herself, then shook her head. No point in moping now, gotta get out of here. She thought as she tried to wiggle around. And besides, the guys are probably lookin' for me. No need to worry, right? Right Tally!

Tally wiggled and shifted until she was on her knees, back pressed against the trunk top. She used all of her strength to try and bust it open, which didn't work.

Still completely awesome. She thought sarcastically. Yeah, this isn't working. She thought with a sigh, wiggling so that she was on her side. Every now and then she could feel a pulse where she got hit, making her wince. She closed her eyes, trying to think out the situation, and maybe a way out of it. Well, once the trunk was opened, she could jump up and make a break for it. Yeah, right after they shoot me. She put the idea down.

Seconds passed. Seconds turned into minutes. She wasn't sure how long she was in the trunk, but she knew she was going to run out of air if she stayed there for much longer. She figured she'd been out for about ten minutes, and they'd been traveling for ten, maybe. Never the less, she took deliberately small and shallow breathes to conserve her air supply.

Tally counted the minutes in her head, and after about five more minutes, she felt the car come to a quick stop. She strained her ears and thought she heard footsteps, but she couldn't be entirely sure.

The trunk was opened and Tally winced at the harsh light. Even though it was late at night, the quick change from pitch black to even a bit of light hurt her eyes. Next thing she knew, she was hauled out of the trunk by a couple of Purple Dragons.

"Boy fellas," Tally said irritably. "You sure know how to show a lady a good time." She said sarcastically.

"You ain't a lady." One grunted, tightening her restraints and shoving her forward.

"You know how to charm her too." She said as she was lead in to the factory they had stopped at.

It was fairly abandoned, just crates (contents of which Tally assumed were probably illegal), some chairs and tables, ash trays, guns. The usual hideout for thugs.

"Hey Tally, what's up shrimp?" Hun asked, lumbering out, cracking his knuckles.

"Oh, you know, the usual." She shrugged.

"Ya know what yer here for then?" Hun asked with a smug grin.

"I'm assuming it's some sort of trap for my brothers." Tally said with a sigh.

"Nah, the freaks don't got nothin' ta do with anythin' this time." Hun said, then recalled the thought. "No wait, maybe a little."

"Then it's a revenge thing?" Tally asked.

"Nope."

"Alright, you got me." She said, "what's this about?"

"We wanna show ya somthin'."

"Couldn't you have just emailed it to me or something?" Tally asked, arching an eyebrow as worked on her hands. The Dragon behind her saw this and smacked her across the back of the head.

"Don't even think about it kid." He said as she squeezed her eyes shut in an effort to stop the stinging.

"Show me what you're gonna show me and then let me go will ya?" Tally asked, wishing she could rub her head.

Hun grinned, avoiding her question. "Right this way." He said, grabbing her arm and leading her to an elevator. He pressed the button and it proceeded to go down. Tally watched the floor screen. Sub-Level 1. Sub-Level 2.

"What? No elevator music?" she asked, then gulped silently. The farther the elevator went down, the more positive she was that she wasn't going to like what she was to be shown. Sub-Level 15. Level 20. What does an abandoned factory need sublevels for? She thought, trying to keep from freaking out. Finally, the doors 'dinged' at Sub-Level 25. The doors slid open and Hun lead her through roughly.

In his usual suave black business suit, slicked back hair and glasses, was Agent Bishop, a pleasant smirk on his face.

Oh yeah, Tally thought as she gulped. Still totally awesome.

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