Anthony had been walking home when it happened. A single man in combat gear, leaping out of the woodwork. He ran as soon as he saw the needle. No getting shot up for him, not on his watch, oh no. He rounded the corner into a crowd, nearly colliding with a man but twisting out of the way in the last second possible.

He grinned as he weaved through the throngs of people, a grin of shock and confusion. Who the hell was that, and how could they teleport? That was impossible, according to physics. Physics didn't lie.

Then the needle almost stabbed him in the neck. Instead, it punched through his shirt, out the other side. Barely missing him. The weird teleporter had followed him, deftly pushing through the crowd, and now he was dodging and weaving for his life. He still hadn't done anything! "You've got the wrong guy!" He shouted, when another needle stab whipped by, barely missing his arm. Third time was not the charm. He felt a pinch in his spine, and then his world dropped away.
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He woke in...a van. It was a van, uncomfortable and cold. Others sat there as well, all looking as haphazard as he felt. He groaned, head still smarting. "this is not the government we were promised." He realized that wouldn't make sense to anyone else, so he smiled awkwardly, and waved. "Does anyone know why we're here?"

No, of course they wouldn't. They were all in a van.