Kidnapped

The agent ordered us at gunpoint to slap the handcuffs on ourselves. He then threw us in the back of an unmarked van. There were no windows. We had idea what was going on or where he was taking us. One was clear though, and that was that we were two people in the wrong place at the wrong time. I looked over at Olivia and she was unusually calm. "We didn't get to heart them, but I think I may be able to pick the locks." "Don't." She says. "Why?" "Because I want to see where this is going."