The spot he’d chosen overlooked Baldwin Street, which ran between the English building, Park Hall, and the Military Science Building. He’d thought about going ROTC and maybe bucking for an Army commission. But even with his background his physical damage — he was paid for being “50% disabled” and might go as high as 100% in time — made it unlikely that even the Army would give him a commission. And if he did get one, at his age, he’d probably end up in supply or civil affairs or some such bullshit. Better to eat the shit at the college, get his history degree and go looking for a teaching job. Coach track or swimming, teach history and just… veg.

He stopped vegging as he spotted a nice young quarry, blonde, nice tits in a midriff top, ruffled miniskirt revealing long, shapely legs and black high heels clicking along on the sidewalk heading west on Baldwin. The fashions had come together nicely in the last year with just about everything a heterosexual male wanted to see women wearing being the “in” thing. It was like some over-sexed ancient Greek god had told fashion designers exactly what he wanted them to push. She was probably coming back from some of the clubs over on Broad — she was “club” dressed — headed down to the dorms along Lumpkin. And too stupid to stay to the more traveled and lighted ways. Probably a freshman, he thought.

It was as professional a snatch as he’d ever seen. The custom van slowed down, the door opened, a man stepped out in a trot, the bag went over the blonde’s head, she was lifted into the van before she could even start kicking, the door closed and the van started to accelerate. It took no more than a couple of seconds. As far as Mike could tell there was no one in sight of the snatch, certainly no one in easy view and if you hadn’t been looking right at the girl you probably wouldn’t have been able to process it. Whoosh. The girl was just… gone.