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Cooper Bennett (ocrikey) wrote in inpoormerit, @ 2010-02-23 21:03:00

Cooper -- Abduction
Cooper lifted the last bar stool onto the table, feeling very much like the stereotypical bartender as he did so. It had been a busy night -- and a night at the Sneaky Coyote was never complete without at least one brawl. The brawls rarely lasted very long -- most of brawls were caused by little more than a spilled drink and a flash of temper. Between Cooper and the rest of the patrons, the brawlers were usually thrown out the door before they could even think to throw a second punch. Tonight was no exception.

With his hair tied behind his head in a loose pony-tail and his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, he turned his attention to the mop bucket. It was not his favorite part of his chosen career, but it had to be done -- and it had to be done before bed. As he lifted the sopping mop from the bucket, his ears picked up the sound of the front door creaking open. "We're closed!" he said automatically, even as his brain flashed a warning message. With the mop still half-lifted, he paused in realization: the door had been locked.

Cooper was quick on his feet, but he felt the barely perceptible prick of a needle piercing the skin of his shoulder even before he had fully turned. Water dripped from the mop head as he lifted it, positioning it as some sort of weapon as he turned to confront the intruders. Three masked men stood in the doorway, one holding a gun. Tranq gun, he thought automatically. It seemed pretty high-tech for a robbery, but he readied himself for a fight anyway.

No sooner had he squared his shoulders than he felt the drug take effect. The intruders in the doorway shifted into blurs even as the distance to them seemed to grow. "Belle! Call the police!" That was what he meant to say. It sounded warped and warbled in his ears, and he wasn't at all sure what actually came out. The mop clattered to the floor first -- Coop had never felt it leave his hands.

Coop was already unconscious in the next moment as he landed beside it on the floor.