Three Juan

 

Three Juan

When they took Juan he was enjoying a coffee with friends in a small sidewalk café. This part of central Madrid was safe just before 9am on a Tuesday morning. Juan and his friends were discussing their weekend exploits. He'd gone on a date with an upcoming actress. He was full of smiles as he recounted his evening. The coffee was good if a bit pricy and his company was fine. His friends told stories and jokes before going to the office at 10.

 

A woman with a dark complexion came into the café. She entered and hurriedly looked about studying the twenty people inside or at the open windows drinking or eating. Nobody took any notice of her. When she saw her target she acted. Was Juan random or planned?

 

Juan had almost finished his coffee and was about to order another. The woman walked up to him and grabbed his elbow. The empty cup dropped and rolled away. The good mood was ruined. He looked up in surprise and said, "Get the Hell off me! How dare you!"

 

"You will come with us now! Right now!" the woman announced. There was something about her gaze, her eyes.

 

"The Hell I will!" Juan retorted, angrily. He tried to push the woman away. She withdrew a Taser stun gun and jabbed it at him and two of his friends. All three fell to the floor and the sound was terrifying as was the smell of singed flesh.

 

"Get up you bloody weakling! You will come with us now!" she shouted. She was strong beyond her size and simply lifted him up and dragged him to the doorway. Nobody intervened such was the speed of her attack. Juan was semi-conscious. He offered no more resistance.

 

Outside she hoisted the hardly responsive victim up on her shoulder and just walked off. She looked about and kept the Taser in her free hand, ready to use again. Several people fumbled for the mobiles to call the police. Soon she was out of sight down winding side streets. This was how they took Juan. Another easy steal.

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