JAKE: While Jake stood in front of the mirror, a small frown appeared on his forehead. Lowering the razor, he put it back on the small cupboard and washed his face. The stern features on his face though weren’t caused by the shaving, but the thoughts that he occupied himself with. It was his day off from his work in the bar, but instead he was supposed to have a meeting with a new interested person, interested in his abilities. Of course, he had agreed like always to meet the man, after being sure that it wouldn’t be a trap. That maybe sounded paranoid, but considering the circumstances, it was only natural that the young man was distrustful. But it was a mystery for now, if this would only be a waste of his time or if it would actually lead to a new job that he would actually take.
Since the male hadn’t been able to find anything about the caller, he had set their meeting in the Alibi; to get himself a bit of an advantage, but for the start also just a better feeling. Sure, Jake had to tell Sam - the owner and therefore his boss - that he shouldn’t disrupt them, but with his usual friendly way of dealing with the man, who had become a friend over the year Jake now lived here, it had been no problem. He had just told him a white lie of that it would be an acquaintance of old school days. The older one hadn’t really demanded to know anything more.
Jake dried his face off and got back over into his bedroom and stepped in front of the wardrobe. Eventually, he had decided to just go with his usual outfit; a shirt, for this time a dark blue one and jeans. When people heard the description ‘professional hitman’, most always imagined those cold-hearted, calculating men in a Gucci suit and tie, black gloves and always with a gun. But really, Jake hardly thought himself to fit into that description. He, of course, had gloves, since it was still the best way to prevent leaving one’s fingerprints everywhere and yes, occasionally, he would wear a suit. Yet he only could play his role of that robot-like killer. He couldn’t deny that some of his jobs managed their way under his skin.
His already tousled hair got a little messier when he now wracked his fingers through them. He didn’t know yet what to expect from this. Like usual, he had assumptions. However, his instinct told him that the man he had talked to was a clever guy. As he now got back over into the main room, he took a short glance around, before grabbing his phone to check on the time. ‘A good hour’ he approved to himself and put it into his pocket. Though shortly after, he took it out once more and sent a short message to Sam to assure one last time that he had the evening free from any disruption.
Not really wanting to hang around the rest of the time, Jake grabbed his jacket and pulled it over. It had to look like he was coming from somewhere else and not just upstairs. So, he would take the rest of the hour to get outside, go for a walk to be here again right on time. Without further ado, he made his way outside. He used the backdoor, like always, since the front door was only used when the bar was opened. The young man hardly minded that, because it was far better for him anyway. He headed down the street, soon drifting off into his own thoughts, with which he kept himself busy until it would be time to return to the bar.
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HUNTER: Hunter just got himself a new client, one who he's never heard of. With the amount of heat he had in his team's previous heist, he most certainly didn't want to take chances with this new one. He was forced to lay low a couple of months, telling his team to do the same.
"Clifford's a hell of a mad man with resources. I don't want that mad man getting to any of us, understand?"
Titus, the former junkie turned full-time assistant for everything at Thief Tavern gave a salute, "Aye aye, captain."
From across Titus was the co-founder of Thief Tavern, a man in a suit, clean shaven and quite formal opposed to everyone else in the team. More than that, he was Hunter's friend and classmate for the longest time, the man he trusted most: William. He had his arms crossed, but he nodded at Hunter's words.
"And Dayton?" Hunter looked to the only woman in the team, and she was their tech savvy go-to girl. "Duh," she replied as if it was the most obvious and reasonable thing. And he supposed, it was.
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He stepped out of the cab in his usual gear: a plain black round collar shirt topped with his specially designed dark leather jacket filled with lots of secret pockets at his disposal, a pair of dark jeans folded at the edges, and a pair of sneakers comfortable enough in case he needs to sprint off. His hair was in its typical mess of curls, just the way he likes it. A backpack, which he called his Thief Kit, hung against his shoulders, its weight giving Hunter a sense of familiarity and comfort in what was to him an unfamiliar and unreliable environment.
With his hands in his pockets, he took a deep breath and scanned the surrounding area. Nothing suspicious or threatening here, he concluded before he began to walk. He was a block away from their meeting place, the Alibi. He preferred to walk the rest of the way just to gauge his environment. Hunter might like surprises, but only if it was he who was the mastermind. He can't afford unexpected attacks and the like, and the only way to be sure is to keep his senses on high alert whilst walking down the street.
After a few minutes of walking, he finally reached his destination. The place appeared empty from the outside but with a turn of the knob, he knew the man he was to meet had taken precaution like he did. The door opened and he made his way inside, calling into the dark. "Hello?"
ZANDER: The music was louder than outside once Zander stepped in the club he made his way straight to the bar and waved to order a whiskey for himself settling his ass on a stool. He eyed about the club and the dance floor which was full of humans dancing like crazy, make out season gay and lesbian three some and shit. He blinked his eyes deeply and shook his head but then he found a face that he had been hunting so far."How dare you!" He clenched his fists and raised up from the stool. The bartender placed the glass on the counter at the same time Zander headed over through the crowd to where Hunter was sitting in a sofa. Zander stood up right in front of Hunter without hesitating he grabbed that guy's collar. "It wasn't hard to find you."
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HUNTER: Hunter wasn't a coward, he just like to think he is. He knew he couldn't hide from Zander any longer. The more time he did, the more Zan's anger grew against him. He can't have that. He'd like to think the two of them shared an odd, different kind of friendship. Besides, he could really use more allies instead of enemies.
Having heard that Zander was in town, Hunter decided to crash one of his favorite clubs. He had a feeling Zan had eyes on the look out for him, so if he went somewhere public, Zan would here the news quickly. True enough, here was, close to beating the shit out of him yet again. He was with a couple of girls who have now left. "Zander, my man," he flashed a cocky grin, "why would you scare the ladies away?" He didn't bother struggling against his grip while he gulp down the alcoholic beverage from the glass he held.
LYDIA: Lydia had been taken by the one person who had been stalking her and her best friend. She had been forced into being the man's salve and do everything he asked of her. She had been told his friends were coming over today so she was always worried about it. She had been cleaning as her shackles clanked against themselves as she moved around. She had been getting food ready for the guests as they started to show up. Her master had damaged her vocal cords so her voice was raspy and quiet that she didn't talk to anyone. Her owner had thought that he had taken it. She heard the door open and saw the guests arriving and went over to them offering to take their coats since it was cold outside. Lydia had been his slave for 2 years now so she had seen these men before. She took their coats and put them in the closet as a few of them demanded drinks.
Nodding Lydia walked back to the kitchen and fixed everyone's drink and distributed them to the men. "Slave go away We have buisness to talk about." her Master growled pushing her out of his office slamming the door in her face as they spoke. Lydia went back to the kitchen to clean up her mess.
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HUNTER: Hunter seemed to have a habit of involving himself in deep shit. On his scale though, this ranks as one of the deepest shit. He refused to acknowledge how he managed to infiltrate this man's group of friends, and after attending a couple of the meetings they held, Hunter was unsure how much more of the violence he can bear to stand still and watch.
Tonight, Jinkins-that was the name the man goes by- was holding another one of his 'gathering'. Hunter was utterly disgusted, but he kept in mind that the goal of this operation was greater than him and his team. No matter how destructive the gatherings were, Jinkins was a smart and cautious man. He knew well how to hide his tracks and leave no trace. In fact, being a part of his group there was intense screening. Those moments are the ones he refused to share with his team, knowing the emotional effect it will have especially on him. He cannot afford an unclear mind during these times.
He put on his disguise of an unruly, hairy man, put on the clothes similar to the group and he took a look at himself on the mirror. "Blimey," he spoke in the rough voice so far from his own, the one he's been using for this cover. He arrived at Jinkins' place and greeted the man. "Oi Jinkins, it's been a while," Hunter greets ad pats the man's back. "Glad you could make it, Procter." The men gathered in Jinkins' office, and as always Hunter noticed the pitiful slave. I promise I'll get you and everyone else out, he thought to himself before the men began discussing their 'business'.
HUNTER: Hunter trailed his target from afar, then sometimes near, varying his position from time to time. He knew who he was up against, at least by name and through stories. The woman was a skilled con artist and killer, and he was just the former. If he got caught, his chances of getting out alive are slim. So he played everything at random, and stayed at a safe distance until he felt comfortable enough to snag the woman's phone.
'Man up, H,' he gave himself a pep talk. His hands were sweating from nervousness, and he kept them in his pockets in attempt to stop them from shaking. It didn't work.
One look at his watch and he knew he couldn't keep up this charade forever. Either he snags the phone now or his window of opportunity is gone for good. Despite the warmth echoed by the morning sun, he pulled his hoodie up to conceal his face and began to approach the woman.
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ELEANOR: Eleanor and her friends are going to meet up from a nearby cafe from her apartment. Since the meeting time was less than five minutes, but she actually didn't mind, she actually walked faster. The sky was a little gloomy right now, and she guessed that might help her. She forget her umbrella all the time! And she was carrying a book on her bag.
A movement not from afar made her eyes squint. Was that her friend on a hoodie? Well, she knows the hoodie very well, maybe it was her friend.
"Yohan!" she called out, but her friend just ignored her. What the hell? She walked a little faster, then when she finally had the chance, she wrapped her arm around his shoulders. "Hey," she said, glancing to her friend -- who actually isn't. "Who are you?" she said, a little freaked-out then let the stranger go. She shouldn't be asking that, but she did. "What did you do to my friend?"
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HUNTER: Hunter had lost sight of the woman. A part of him was relieved, but then-
"Shit," he cursed aloud, startled by the hug from the woman, making his hoodie fall off. Yohan? What was this, a tactic to make killing him obvlivious from passersby? His adrenaline was pumping and he was bound to sprint to freedom when she asked him a question so genuine it froze him in place. "Huh?" He returned the girl's gaze, both of them were confused at the situation. He finally understands that this was not the assassin. Whether it was a random stranger, or a new piece in the dangerous puzzle he's playing, he was undecided.
He cleared his throat and managed his voice to come out. "What friend?" He kept his hands in his pockets to hide the shaking. His face was exposed, and God knows if the assassin was watching them right now.
HUNTER: Mathieu never attended fashion shows and the after-parties, no matter how much his mother insisted. This was different. It was his friend Spring who'd asked him and Kisa to come to her event.
So here he was now, all neatly dressed up in a khaki Armani Collezioni suit, blue Isaia shirt and a Ralph Lauren tie. His two girl pals were off girly fashion matters while he excused himself as he returned for his third round in the desserts bar. That's when he sees him. The man he'd been looking for.
Hunter found it odd when he took on the job. Locating Mr. Janus Forseth, the son of Senator Richard Forseth, was harder than he thought. Coming to this party now, he assumed his overeating of sweets was due to stress from weeks of working on the job. Just when he'd taken this teensy break, Janus comes into the picture. And he wasn't alone.
From the looks of it though, the lady seemed disinterested in Janus, who kept exuding his charms on her. He didn't realize his feet have led him forward; he must really not like the sight of men force-flirting with women. "Excuse me," he said to the two, looking at the lady first then to the senator's son. "You're Janus Forseth, aren't you? I'm Mathieu Donovan." He stretched out his right hand.
The dickhead that Janus was decided to be an even greater dickhead. He waved a hand dismissively at Mathieu, grabbing the lady by the wrist and attempting to drag her with him.
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YZZA: Yzza was one of the model her manager assigned to go for a charity event. She saw some familiar faces from the backstage, who she already worked with. At the end of the show, one of her pal from college approached her and introduced Janus to her. Janus was one of the bachelors in town and the son of a senator, which she doesn't know.
"I'm sorry but I am not going anywhere. I need to go home early." She declined and was about to leave the table where Janus and her were left by her pal.
"C'mon. Just a night. I'll make you scream in bed." He whispered in her ear when he was able to stop her from walking out. It automatically annoyed her. That was what she hated about people, stereotyping that all model were slut and easy-goer when it comes to man. She was about to complain when Janus didn't hesitate to grabbed her wrist. Luckily, a man approached Janus and she grabbed his hand and looked at him, asking for help.
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HUNTER: "Hey, you're hurting her," Mathieu spoke firmly after Janus. Janus stopped pulling the lady and turned to face Mathieu. The senator's son had that smug look on his face. "Mind your own business, Pinocchio," Janus spat at Mathieu before turning to Yzza, telling her. "Come on Yzza, let's get out of this place before this weirdo ruins our party."
Wow. Hunter's eyes widened and blinked. "Mr. Forseth, that must be the most accurate thing you've said all night," Mathieu said casually and put a hand on the other man's shoulder. "Let me add another fact for ya," he looked at Janus' tight grip on the girl's hand, "it's never good to hurt a woman unless she gives you permission." Hunter diverts his attention from the narcissist to the beautiful woman. "Miss," he paused for effect, "-Yzza, was it?- Am I right that Mr. Forseth hasn't been in the best of his manners this evening to you?" "Oh for fuck's sake," Janus let Yzza go and forcefully shoved Hunter, but Hunter had anticipated the push so he quickly regained his balance. The senator's son stormed off and began looking for another woman to prey on.
"It was nice to meet you, Mr. Forseth," Hunter waved at the already pissed man, making him more pissed. He returned the expression with a genuine friendly smile before grabbing two glasses of champagne from the passing waiter. "Drink?" He offered it to the girl. "Cheers to freedom," he said, clinking his glass with hers before he took a sip from his.
HUNTER: "Excuse me, sir, can I help you?" A petite middle-aged woman with thin-rimmed glasses called out from her desk as Hunter had entered the nth floor, looking around rather lost. With a small grin, he nods and approaches the desk. "Yes, Ms. Riley," he reads the woman's name off her desk's name plate, "I was told there was a job opening in Mr. Novak's business, so I sent my resume and I passed the first screening. According to the letter I received," and he pulls out a folded paper, opening it and showing it to the woman, "today is my scheduled interview." Hunter points to the date printed on the paper. "Can I hold on to this for now?" The woman asked and Hunter obliged. "And please, have a seat sir. I'll just check with Mr. Novak's secretary." "Okay," he smiles and takes a seat, fixing his coat and tie while examining the room.
One camera in the elevator, one pointed to the elevator door. Two cameras at each corner and an emergency alert button easy to press by Ms. Riley's desk. The same man he was with upon riding the elevator is now to leave the nth floor, and a new man arrives. So they have 10-15 minute interval rotations in this place, he took mental note. For an enterprising company, Mr. Novak sure has one hell of a security. That only convinces Hunter of what his client told him: there's something he's hiding. What it was is why Hunter is here. He will find out.
"Mr. Ryder," Ms. Riley approached Hunter, to which he got up from his seat. "Yes, miss?" He asked politely. The woman returned a friendly grin, "your interview is this way. Follow me." She leads the way and Hunter follows, vigilant of his surrounding.
HUNTER: Hunter ran as fast as his feet would allow him. The rain poured heavily, garnering his clothes to soak wet. His shoes stepped puddle to puddle, careful not to make him slip and lose balance. The man chasing him drew closer, calm as he ran toward his target. Hunter was already far off from the streets he was familiar with, and the heavy rain only made it harder for him to see his surrounding. His heart pounded to the same rhythm of the droplets that hit the ground. An unwilling glance behind him confirmed his suspicions: the blurry, shadowy figure at the far corner who walked toward him as if he had all the time in the world. To the shadow's right, his arm went up and pointed at Hunter. He felt like everything happened in slow motion, but luckily he snapped back to reality and pushed inside the house that garnered him cornered by his perpetrator.
He immediately locked the door behind him and pulled the nearest table against it for added security. In only moments the killer would be here, so after shielding the entrance he began to explore the house. His clothes dripped on the floor, making a trail easy to trace once the killer got inside. There was no way out for him this time, and he even managed to involve a civilian with his shit. Maybe the owner of the house was inside, and he could help get the both of them out of here. He was about to enter a room when he was hit hard on his back, his whole body fallin forward. Hunter was too tired to look up and think of what his fate will be now. He let the comforts of the darkness blanket his tired, cold state. Drifting, drifting unconscious…
HUNTER: Barney arrived with a printed picture on his right hand. Although the picture was of poor quality, there was no mistaking who the man was: Hunter, the thief/vigilante. In one of his past heists, he managed to piss off one of the biggest mob leaders in US. This mob leader- known as Wrecker- was pissed to the point that he'd placed a lot of his resources in tracking Hunter down. Soon enough, Wrecker's goon managed to find a lead. A traffic camera photograph of the thief. And he wasn't alone.
Bobby took the photograph from his twin and began to examine it. Looking closer at the person with Mathieu, it was a girl. Right on cue, some television commercial plays on the screen. "Well, well. Looks like we hit the jackpot," Bobby tapped the screen and tucked the photo in his pocket. "We did?" Barney, the dumber of the twins looked at his brother. Bobby rolled his eyes. "Come on, Barney. I know where to find our mystery girl." The goons left the room where the screen continued to play the commercial, and the model winking before it ends.
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"Mhm," Hunter grumbled as he rolled over the bed. He could barely remember the events of last night, when Titus managed to drag him to a party. Here he was now, hungover and barely awake to even see if the room was his or not. "Fuck," he tried to sit up, but the soft bed pulled him back down. He mumbled a series of curses and regrets in agreeing to Titus' crazy idea. All he can hope now is this wasn't a stranger's bed.
He though too soon, as an unfamiliar woman's voice snaps his eyes wide open, and he sat up. The girl giggled and handed him a glass of water. "Sober up, cutie," her syrupy sweet words washed over him like a poison. He coughed, but took the glass and grinned slightly at her as his thanks. He gulped down the water and felt so much better. With a clearer mind, he can now tell this definitely was /not/ his room. He decided he didn't want to stick around any longer. He gave the empty glass to her and got up.
Hunter felt her piercing eyes follow his movement as he picked up his pants and put them on. "Leaving so soon, Mr. LeMarchal?" Goddamn it woman, shut up, he yelled in his head as he zipped up his pants. He let a slight chuckle out. "Yeah, it was nice to meet you, miss-" he turned to face her and was taken aback when she was right in front of her, pressing herself against him, kissing his lips. He fell on his back, and now she was on top of him. "You're not going anywhere yet," she teased, and Hunter was a deer in the headlight. "Aha," he chuckled nervously as he carefully pushed her off. He got up, "I need to go," his eyes searched her room and read her name off a diploma, "Sammy." He fixed his jacket and quickly marched toward the door. "But Mathieu-" The door slams behind him, shutting out the rest of Sammy's words. He didn't want to hear anymore of that.
Buzz. His phone vibrated on his pocket. He pulled it out and answered, immediately cursing at the caller, thinking it was Titus.
"You sick motherfucker, how did I-"
"Hunter." Silence. That voice was definitely not Titus.
"Who is this?" Hunter spoke cautiously as he walked out of the apartment building.
"Wrecker wanted to meet your girlfriend, so we're paying her a visit."
"I don't have a girlfriend." Hunter was still a bit hungover but he's on high alert, quickly looking around the neighborhood. Surely they're not referring to the stranger he was in bed with. He stopped walking and looked back at the apartment just to make sure no men were closing in on her.
"Why don't we ask Ms. Breston herself, what do you say?" A loud bang, a door falling on the floor. And a piercing scream from a woman. The call ends. Hunter sucked a sharp breath as his phone fell on the ground. He quickly hailed a cab and hurried his way to Mila's house.
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MILA: Last few months had been so damn adventurous in the life of Mila. She was kidnapped and then helped two thieves in their mission and by the end of the day she had become friends with them. From inviting them to her shoots to her home to spending time with them outside she and Hunter had become really good friends. She knew he was a thief but he was a nice guy at heart which she could see so she was ready to ignore his professiom for it.
The last time she and hunter met was at her house when he came for a movie and night stay it was a fun night they talked a lot, teased each other and just had good fun but after that Hunter had some work to sort out and Mila was busy in her modelling assignments as well which required her to travel around.
2 weeks had passed and Mila had finally returned home it was late night and she wanted to meet Hunter but she was exhausted so she decided to call it a night and call him next day to make some plans not knowing what was awaiting for her. Next day it was one of those rare days when she was tired and did not feel like doing her morning working and just stay asleep. Dressed in short shorts with a tank top she finally managed to get up from her bed and headed into her bathroom to freshen up.
After walking out she had just walked downstairs to head to the kitchen to make some coffee when she heard the main door banging as it fell down on the floor. With the sudden noise Mila fell down on the couch and screamed loud seeing the two strangers walking inside towards her. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS HOW CAN YOU WALK INSIDE LIKE THIS... Help somebody i'm gonna call the cops" she shouted as she stood up and ran towards her mobile to dial the number of cops.
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HUNTER: A bullet shoots through Mila's home and hits the table where her phone had rested. "Tsk tsk. Lovely lady, please be so kind and cooperate with us," Bobby said with a smirk on his face. From behind him, his twin Barney walked forward with a piece of cloth dipped in drugs to knock Mila unconscious. "We'll make it quick and painless, pretty blondie." Barney stepped forward and grabbed Mila firmly before he placed the cloth over her nose and mouth. Barney felt Mila struggle and claw at him, but her modelesque hands were no match for his brute force. In just a few seconds, the struggling body fell limp against Barney's hand. The twins looked to each other and nodded, carrying Mila with them.
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Hunter arrive at Mila's place. He shoved money at the man and didn't bother collecting the change. He burst on his feet and reached the door. It was left open. His stomach fell. He had arrived too late. He gently pushed inside and saw the emptiness of the place. An eerie chill went down his spine as he saw signs of struggle farther into the house. A small smile formed on his lips; he knew Mila wouldn't go down without a fight. Then quickly this thought was replaced. She would never have been in harm's way if he hadn't dragged her into his shitty, fucked up life.
After minutes of examining her home and finding no clue as to where they had taken her, Hunter decided he's left with no choice but to call the men who had taken Mila. He didn't have a plan yet, but his priority was to check if Mila was okay. He stared at his phone's screen and his the call button. His breath was shallow, and he tried to calm himself.
Ring. Pick up, you pricks, he thought.
"The subscriber you're calling is currently unavailable, please try your call later."
Furiously he dialed and called again. And again. No such luck, the kidnappers didn't answer his calls. "Fuck." He threw his phone at the wall and it broke into pieces. That's when he sees the security cameras. Of course. Hunter cursed himself and rushed to check out the camera footage of what went down in Mila's place.
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MILA: With the phone close to her ear she rapidly start pressing the keypad to call the cops when she heard the bullet as it made the phone go dead and the bullet noise made her leave the phone as it dropped down and was hanging by the table. "Weapons? More in number even when trying to get a women i see how much you fear me" she said with a growl in her eyes. She knew she was in trouble but in no way she was going down being scared to these prick.
Suddenly she saw a guy who looked same as the other gun coming from behind and it took a few seconds for her to realize they were twins. She could see a piece of cloth in his hand as he started to move closer to her and Mila started to take her steps back searching for some kind of weapon to fight against them. Unfortunately she could not find anything and was into the guy's strong arms trying to fight him but as the cloth came to her nose she slowly began to lose her consious and soon fell in his arms.
She had no idea who they were why did they came after her and where were they taking her while they picked her up and took her away. The liquid they use was pretty strong as well as it kept her unconsious for a long time not knowing where she was and what was being done to her as she just laid there with her lifeless like body with them.
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HUNTER: Watching the security footage was painful. The twins were huge, muscled and towered over Mila. She didn't stand a chance against them. "Bloody hell," his hand smacked the table. Hunter gripped its sides and took a few deep breaths to calm himself. If he would let his anger get the best of him, he won't be able to think straight, and that won't help Mila at all. Once he felt that this was the calmest he could be, he began to rewatch the tapes with a more objective mind.
He pulled out a tape that was looking outside Mila's place. He rewinded to the time before the ugly duo arrived. Once their vehicle arrived, the happenings were quick. Bobby-at least Hunter remembered it was Bobby based on intelligence- shot the cameras immediately, and he quickly lost the feed. He rewinds it again and replayed the video, playing it slow motion this time. Hunter zoomed in on the vehicle but he could not get a whiff of a plate number. "Damn it," he clenched his fist. The equipment here wasn't enough for Hunter to find out much, so he decided to gather what he can. He left Mila's place as decent as he could, just in case a nosy neighbor starts poking around. Which made him think... hasn't the neighbors heard any quarrel??
With the tapes in his flash drive, he was quick to go to the neighbor, ringing the door bell furiously. "Hello??" He called out. The door flung open where an open and friendly face of a mother greeted him. "Hey ma'am, I'm so sorry for the intrusion but I was wondering. Did you notice anything suspicious at your neighbor's house?"
"I'm sorry dear, but you are?" The woman took a step back into her house, eyeing Hunter with suspicious eyes. He can't blame her, he looked quite of a mess but he was desperate.
"Please. I need your help. If you didn't notice anything, can I at least have a look at your surveillance footage?"
"I'm calling the police," the woman shut the door to Hunter's face. "Ugh," he grumbled and swiftly left. He didn't need the police onto his ass too. Before leaving the neighbor's place completely, Hunter messed with the house's wiring so the woman won't be able to contact the police. He took his jacket off and flipped it over before wearing it again. He grabbed a ponytail from his pocket and tied his curls into a bun. He had a pair of glasses in his bag and he put them on. Now he looked different from who he was a while ago. He did not stop walking until he was away from Mila's neighborhood. He hailed a cab and gave the address to Thief Tavern. Perhaps in his workplace he'll have better chance of figuring this shit out. That is, hoping Mila is still alright.
'Of course she'll be fine, they're doing this to torture you, H,' his inner voice told him. He sighed in agreement.
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MILA: Mila was laying in the moving truck back still not in her senses and passed out because of the liquid they used on her. It kept her passed out for a good amount of hours not making her realize that she was being taken onto some different secret place. The car was moving at a gente speed with few bumps on the road which finally made her eyes open for few seconds. She tried to move but couldn't unaware of the reason that her hands and legs were tied with ropes.
She could hear the two guys voices laughing and making cheap comments about her or maybe someone else but she knew they were the same two guys who came into her house. She tried to move again to release her hands but all the energy resulted in her being passing out again due to lack of energy.
The vehicle kept on moving not even sure where she was being taken to as the truck was completely closed in the back while she again laid there passed out waiting for a chance to fight and escape from theire hands to return back to her home.
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HUNTER: Going to the neighbors pretending as an undercover cop was a risky move, but it pays off. He saw the general direction where the kidnappers took Mila. He took note of the timestamp and the description of their vehicle before bidding his thanks to the neighbor of Mila.
Next, Hunter makes a phone call to his friend Dayton, their hacker extraordinaire. "Dayton, are you with your best friend Computer? I need you to do something for me." He began to ask of the traffic schematics as well as the live feeds over a quarter mile radius. They couldn't have gotten too far...
He takes another taxi ride to his place and the moment he arrives, he set a timer on his watch. He has less than 10 minutes to track these lunatics before they get too far off for him to track. He had already switched on his multiscreened set where the live traffic feed was showing. Dayton's software was also running in attempt to detect the vehicle similar to his description. "Come on," he mumbled impatiently as he scanned the screens, in case his eyes catch something the software couldn't.
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MILA: She was still passed out in the truck back and soon with a bad bump her eyes open up again. She opened them slowly looking around thr dark closed room before she realized she was in a van and was being taken away somewhere. Not even sure weather someone was coming for her or not or someone even knows that she have been kidnapped or not she slowly sat up there with her back against the van wall.
After a while she felt the ban being stopped unaware where she was she heard the man talking as they stepped out of the car as she started to scream again. "Where there hell i am.. Opened the fucking door you piece of jerks" she shouted more in frustration. Yes she was scared but then panicking or showing them her fear would make it worse for her as she tried to stay tough.
Suddenly the door opened from behind as both the guys smirked at her before they grabbed her wrapping a cloth on her eyes so she could not see as they carried her while she was screaming. Soon she heard another door being shut as they threw her on something soft before pulling the cloth of her eyes as she looked around to see a small house. It seemed they were taking a break here before they continued to move ahead. "Why the hell have to brought me here" she asked again shouting at them.
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HUNTER: His eyes were strained from looking at the screen for too long. But he was determined and he wouldn't give up. Hunter wouldn't be able to live with himself if Mila got into even worse trouble because of her association with him. He replayed the footage again and again, until he finally saw something. "Dayton!" he yelped from his seat, pointing to the getaway van.
"Hold your horses, Hunter," but Dayton knew how important this was to him and she was on it pronto. She pulled up a picture of the van and managed to track it down to a warehouse outside of town. Dayton cross-checked the location with a live satellite image, and it shows the location was isolated and far from other buildings, making it easy to be discovered if a vehicle arrived, and hard to escape as well.
Hunter began to fix his thief kit up and he even prepped a gun and lots of ammo. The concern on Dayton's face was unmistakable. "Are you sure you're going there alone??" "I'll be fine," he said, putting on his bullet-proof jacket and leather gloves. He was all set, flexing his fingers and he takes his bag with him, plus the helmet for his motorcycle. "You're going to be my eyes and ears, D. But if things go south... just don't watch." He put the helmet on and got on his bike before he began to drive off, leaving Dayton behind.
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Meanwhile, in the warehouse, the dumber of the twins began to grab a splinter wood placed on the corner. He held it on his hand, weighing it down. The wood was splattered with blood from the previous usage of Barney from another hostage victim. "Bro, do we beat her up like the last one?"
"No," Bobby said firmly while he was texting his boss. They already have Mila tied up in the wall post with a chain so there was no way to escape. And if she tried, or struggled against the grip the chain would make a clanking noise that would alert them what she was up to. "Listen up Barbie Doll," Bobby kept his phone and walked toward Mila, holding up her chin so she would face him directly. He spoke to her, his breath an awful smell, "If you behave, Barney won't hit you with that thing." Like a psycho teddy bear, Barney waved his hand from behind, his smile genuine yet teeth blemish with rotten teeth scattered all over. "But if you try anything, Barney won't be a friendly dinosaur." He pats Mila's head down before leaving the room, which made Barney in charge.
"So, is your name really Barbie Doll?" Barney took a seat near her, grinning like a kid with his murderously dangerous toy.
