[Scae Mount]

A nondescript black van's tires screech as the vehicle (apparently) speeds up close to a certain individual from what seems to be absolutely nowhere. Several suited men in sunglasses, looking the part of the stereotypical CIA agent, clamber out. They're carrying a large burlap sack, and what looks like iron bindings. Every single one of the agents rushes her and attempt to put the bag over her head, and the bindings on her arms and legs before frog-marching her into the vehicle and speeding off again.

As the agents accost her, one stays put inside the vehicle, very clearly sitting on a small bag of some kind.