@justicepuppet || That idea I promised cometh!
Try to keep calm. Panicking won't save me. My brother will come for me. He always does. Ludger tries to assure himself as he stares at the two armed men watching over him.
He'd been rushing down the streets thanks to Julius forgetting his lunch at home when a stranger pressed something against his back. They ordered him to keep quiet and walk to where they said if he didn't want to die. Ludger obeyed and found himself at a warehouse where a group of thugs wasted no time scrunching his wrists together to tie them up.
After that, another person shoved him the rest of the way inside to then cuff him to a support beam. Nobody around him said anything after that, although he could faintly hear someone talking with he'd guess was someone on the phone. All that's left is to hope he lives through this...
"--And that's the phone call I received," Julius kept his tone professional, yet his brief sigh couldn't hide his anxiety. "I'd respond if I could, but I know I'd just complicate matters. It likely goes without saying, but please be careful. Both for your sake and my brother's. Good luck."
With that, Julius gave his hung up the call. Outside the warehouse awaited two guards. The left busied himself lighting a cigarette while the other rolled his eyes and shifted focus between both sides of the pier.
