I was defenseless. My body would not cooperate. We were moving, but I couldn't move. The car was racing down the road and hit a bump. 

My body jolted and I was knocked against someone. 

"Ow." 

"Noel!" I cried feeling her tiny form next to mine. 

"Megan? Megan I'm scared. What's going on? Where's Levi?" 

"I'm over here," he groaned. 

The blindfold covering my eyes was firmly wrapped around my head. Then I realized I was bound at my legs and feet.  

"Levi what's going on?" 

"Your parents were apart of some secret organization. You're the key to something. I don't know much more but the source who told me does." 

"Who told you?" 

The car stopped and doors started opening. The conversation died as the back opened and hands reached in to grab us. 

No one said anything as we were carried towards a warehouse. I only knew it was one because I could make out the sign. 

'Bob's manufacturing and tools. What the heck?' 

There was no light except from some windows overhead. The smell was damp and almost moldy. 

"Put them here," a man ordered and we were set down on the ground. 

"Don't move," he said and the door was slammed as we were left in silence. 

"Is Minnie okay?" Noel asked quietly. 

"I think so. I'm pretty sure they tied her to a mailbox." 

"Who told you about this?" I asked Levi. 

"Clayton's dad." 

"What?" 

"He knows about something Clay doesn't. I think his parents were involved at one point in this as well." 

"I still don't understand how my memory is gone though." 

"I don't know either Meg but we'll figure this out." 

"How do we get out of here?" Noel asked. 

"Try to undo the knot... Wait," Levi started moving and I heard something click. 

'Pocketknife' I figured and waited as he cut his ropes. 

He shook his hands out and started on Noel's. 

"Stay still." 

"How are we going to get out of here?" 

"Text Clay and tell him to get his dad." 

I pulled out my phone and texted him quickly. 

"Quick," Levi put his hands back behind his back as the door opened. 

"We need you," the man said walking towards me. 

"I don't understand what you want from me. I know nothing." 

"We'll make you remember Megan," the man said. 

I looked harder at his face, "Richard?"

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