A stitch in time saves nine

It was yet another Monday morning and as usual, Jack was late for work again. He ran towards the bus stop still struggling with his tie, he really couldn't care less if anyone saw him.
He stood waiting for a bus for such a long time, he thought walking might have been a better option. A cab finally stopped in in front of him and within a split second, Jack had gotten in and shut the door.
Jack explained how he needed to be at work immediately. The driver pretended not to hear a word Jack said reached for his phone and made a call in a foreign language, all the while staring Jack in the face. Jack wasn't very fluent in the language and all he could make out of what he said was 'he's in and 'it's time to move'. This left Jack very uncomfortable. A part of him wanted to get out ot the cab, which he probably should have but he consoled himself with the idea that the driver was not referring to him.
Some minutes later, two men got into the cab and the driver drove off. Jack told him where he wanted to stop but on getting there, the driver kept on going. Jack yelled at him to stop but before he could say the word,he felt something cold and metallic at the back of his head. Then it hit him...he had been kidnapped.