Kara checked her phone, but of course there was no signal. Any kidnappers worth this kind of effort would have cellphone jammers in place. Lena stands and examines the edges of their cell. Nothing exploitable for an easy escape.
Thanks to the security camera, the next part of their escape plan was made for them. After a few minutes one of the guards opened the lock from the outside. Before he could raise his high tech riffle, Kara had the insane idea to tackle him to the ground. His weapon clattered to the dusty wooden floor as he hit hard.
Lena grabbed the weapon and examined it as best as she could. It seemed as simple to use as any other gun. No obvious security devices or high tech locks. Almost crude actually. Despite the slick look and construction she could probably make something more efficient and effective.
When Kara was back on her feet, Lena had the barrel trained on the masked man. He was slightly dazed, either from the surprising speed of Kara, of the impact with the floor. Kara removed his flack jacket and patted down his pockets before he had recovered. He instinctively grabbed Kara’s wrist, before Lena powers up the weapon drawing his focus.
“Let her go.” States Lena coldly the weapon trained in his chest. “I’m not sure how powerful this is, or how much damage it can do, but I’m willing to test it out.”
With a pained groan he releases Kara. She stands up and pushes him Into their former cell with shocking force. Looking back at Lena she smiles before looping the simple padlock back through the door. As they look at one another the lock gripped tightly in Kara’s hand.
“Well that was easy.” Scoffs Kara her smile warming ever so slightly. “What do we do now?”
“We take his gear and we find out exactly where we are.” Responds Lena looking around the mostly open space.
On their way in she didn’t have a good look, but now she can see some sizable pieces of old machinery stored to one side. The van was gone, and the doors behind where it was, are going to be locked in not guarded from outside. She can spot a likely office not far away, but can’t see inside. A pair of normal sized doors on their left might lead to freedom.
“My guess is we’re at the Binder Port.” Kara states looking around over the rim of her glasses. “It’s not as heavily trafficked as the other ports. It used to be owned by Maxwell Lord.”
“Convenient.” States Lena looking for any more security cameras. “We can’t stay out in the open, we need to find a defendable position or a way out that isn’t guarded.”
“We can try the office for defense, maybe we can find more information there.” Offers Kara releasing the lock and slinging the black vest over her should like it’s nothing.
The distance to the office if less than fifty yards, but it feels like a mile as they are out in the open and completely exposed. Lena glances all around with the riffle as they move. Entering the office, no one else is inside, but a hot cup of coffee is sitting on the old wooden desk. Lena spots the dozen cctv monitors, and zeros in on the feed from the cell.
The lone occupant hanging his head in frustration as he waits. The other cameras are all trained on the outside of the warehouse. Specifically at the entrances, where she spots guards disguised as dock workers. The bulk of their added equipment and the immaculate clothing being the dead giveaway.
The room itself is bare, nothing to give away who might be behind all of this or why they abducted the two of them. The heavy thud of Kara laying out the guards gear almost makes Lena squeeze the trigger. She turns to look at the assembled equipment as Kara’s smile falters as she apologizes with her eyes. A radio with an ear piece is the first thing Lena grabs.
Theresa majority of the weight seems to come from the internal lining of the jacket. Most likely a modified military issue bulletproof vest. The pockets hold various equipment, a multi tool that Lena pockets, and a variety of technical bits. She guesses keys for electronic locks, maybe scramblers for the radios or cell phones.
Whoever these guys are they are well equipped. Which means she and Kara might have trouble finding a way out. Lena refuses to let Kara down. Kara finds a roll of paper beneath the desk and unfurls it in her hands.
“Well, we don’t have much of a basement below us.” Announces Kara looking at the apparent blueprints. “Concrete and steel reinforced sections to keep the building suspended. But nothing underneath us.”
“Did you think we could dig our way out?” Teases Lena try to get a chuckle out of Kara.
“No, just looking for something that didn’t have armed guards watching.” Sighs Kara looking back to Lena.
“Sorry, that sounded mean didn’t it.” Apologizes Lena.
“No, I know when you’re being mean, and you’re not this adorable.” Counters Kara with that damn smile that threatens to make Lena melt.
“We are going to come back to that later.” States Lena just above a whisper. “The exits are guarded, meaning we have to shoot our way out if we can’t find an alternative route. We might be able to use his gear to get out a cell signal, but I can’t trust his equipment.”
“What about the roof?” Asks Kara looking to what can charitably be called a staircase running the length of the warehouse wall. “If we get up there, we might be able to call the police.”
“Well, it’s worth a shot.” Lena reluctantly agrees. “I can’t see a camera feed from the roof.”
Kara suddenly takes hold of Lena’s hand. The warmth that she has come to expect from the blonde’s touch almost overwhelming her. Lena almost gets lost in Kara’s blue eyes, as they look at each other. The moment is ended when a voice comes in over the radio.
“Karl, how are our guests?” Asks a middle aged man in a gruff tone.
Lena immediately pulls Kara along toward the rust littered framework of stairs. Kara moves swiftly behind her allowing Lena to lead and never releasing her grip. When they get out of this, Lena is going to get an answer about their relationship. Her shoes make a soft clank against the rickety metal stairs.
The voice calls out for Karl once more, before a short pause and a request for Marco. “Marco check on Karl, and I swear if he’s asleep I will shoot him myself.”
Before any for can open, the pair of women are halfway up the stairs. If Lena allowed herself to think about what she was doing instead of just doing it, she would slow down. But instead she does her best to reach the access door as fast as she can. Kara never once slowing down or dragging behind.
Lena tests the door, it’s locked of course. She begins to pick the lock before realizing the lock is on the inside, and shaking her head dismissively. Unlocking the door, she stops to look for any suspicious evidence around the door. No obvious tampering, or traps, and she opens the door slowly.
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Kidnapped
It’s not that Lena was unfamiliar with kidnapping attempts. Since she first came to live with the Luthor’s she was made aware o
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