They moved fluidly, with practiced ease. Before Caitlin could do much more than blink, one grabbed her messenger bag, probably to keep it from being smashed. She reached for it, latching onto the strap and fighting to keep it.
"Let go," she gritted. And then another agent grabbed her, pulling her away. That was definitely not what she'd meant! Yelping, Caitlin struggled as best she could, even as his hand clamped over her mouth. Muffled hums of indignation requested that they let her go. Now. It didn't seem like that would happen, though, given that she was being directed toward the van. And, though her panic grew, she couldn't manage to break the grasp the man had on her.