"You little …" Tina mumbled to herself, moving to the back of the truck to grab her cell phone out.

Just as she heard some slight commotion, she was grabbed from behind.

"What the fuck?!" Tina screamed, pushing away from the hands on her. As she was lifted slightly off the ground, she pushed her foot off the end of the truck, and her assailant’s back slammed into the side of the van parked next to the blue truck. After she was dropped back onto her feet, the other figure whacked her over the head with the butt of a gun, and Tina dropped to the ground. Unconscious.

"Fuck," Jodi groaned, kneading the palm of her hand into her lower back. "She fights like a wild animal."

"Probably fucks that way too," Jenny smiled under the black mask. "Now come on – help me get her in the back and tied before she wakes up."

***

It wasn’t much later before Bette was making her way into the same parking lot, told of a similar message. Being her smug self, she proudly made her way over without taking note of anything suspicious. She paraded up to the truck and tapped at the window. When she got no answer, she leaned closer to see that the vehicle was empty.

"You little bitch," Bette chuckled, shaking her head. Then she lifted a brow with respect for the sneaky prank she figured Tina had played. She was only upset that she hadn’t thought of it first. Quickly getting out her phone, she held it up to her ear before hearing a muffled voice behind her.

"Don’t turn around."

It sounded very familiar, but she couldn’t quite place it. Before she could turn in defiance, she felt something press into her back. Unlike any normal individual who would panic in such a situation, Bette Porter was more worried about reputation. Well, that and her article due Monday.

"Get in the van and you won’t get hurt," the strange voice continued.

Bette rolled her eyes, lowering her bag onto the ground before letting out a deep sigh. "First off-" She fell to the ground with the same blow as had been delivered to Tina just as Jodi turned around, scowling at a masked Jenny Schecter.

"What the hell?"

"Oh shut the fuck up," Jenny groaned in boredom, holding up the gun, "I’m not in the mood for another one of her ‘first off’s, okay. And the thing’s on safety. Quit being such a little bitch about it."

Jodi was angry, but had some sense and knew they would have to bring Bette into the van before they were seen. She swallowed her frustration and ran over to help Jenny with the lifting. Although light in wakefulness, Bette Porter was a brick in her unconscious state.