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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jun 22, 2017 8:38:31 GMT -7
Evie's face was going red from where she was trying to get out of her binds. Her chest was moving up and down fast from where she was struggling. She couldn't have had anything on her to help her out of there because they would have found it anyway and took it away. Not that she ever thought she would be in this situation. She never took her dad serious when it came to the threats, she didn't think anything of it but she did allow him to give her extra security if that helped him out then she was all for it and now her security was dead.
In honesty she didn't know how it had all happened, one minute she was in her room and then the next she was in this dark basement with men who covered their faces.
She stopped trying to get out of her binds so that she could calm her breathing, she had been down here for a while and while she didn't panic as much as someone else would've, it didn't mean she wasn't scared because she was. The man before had said that she would be going home soon but even she doubted that she would be going home at all. It worried her to think that they had known she was coming here or was even in the country at the time. Did they have help in her capture? Did they know that she would be here in Brazil? Especially when her trip had been at last minute.
It probably wasn't worth thinking about at this second but what if they did have help? Evie swallowed hard and looked up in the direction of the ceiling when she was sure that she could hear something scrapping along the floor. She listened harder but then it stopped and she wondered if she heard it at all especially when she was sure that no one was coming for her. No one would be coming for her.
The bartender looked over at the person scrapped the chair against the floor and then put their arms on the bar. Then moved his eyes over to the other male who had come up from the basement before moving his eyes back over to the person at the bar. He was wondering if this was the person that they were waiting for, after all someone had paid them to take the girl. The rich one from the rich hotel. The female that they had staying in their basement. But unless this person is who they are waiting for then they couldn't show them the woman downstairs.
Such a pretty little thing she was. It was a shame that someone was buying her because she would definitely make the perfect person to stay at the bar. A slight smirk pulled at his lips at that thought before he let it slid and then said, the tone of the person making his voice tremble slightly, "Good evening"
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Post by Ray on Jun 22, 2017 13:12:37 GMT -7
Valkyrie keeps her green eyes centered on the man serving at the bar, seeing a mingling look of satisfaction and fear twisting at his features. She's aware that the bar has quieted around her, the voices dulling to a low murmur drowned out by the cumbia music still pulsing through the speakers. "I think you have something of mine." She continues, unafraid of the possibility of guns being pointed at her back right now. Even if they were, their bullets would only leave a small dent in the tactical armor encasing her entire body. She flips free the matchbook, twists it between her fingers until the cover flap peels open, and pulls loose a single match from within. As she strikes the tip across the back, a small flame sparks. She holds the match in front of her face, before tossing it into a nearby glass. The sliver of tequila still lingering at the base ignites, and blue flames lick at the air. "I'd like it back."
She doesn't say anything more than that, giving these men the chance to either do something very smart, or do something very stupid. She's prepared for either -- though a part of her hopes for the latter. These men have human traffickers written all over them, from the masks they're trying to hide in their back pockets to their beady eyes and sweat-streaked faces. If she'd have to guess, these are the hired goons of hired goons, meant to deliver the goods and get a payday and nothing more. They probably don't even know who the girl is, who her father is, what sort of score they could have gotten should they have just gone straight to Black himself. Instead they'll get a small margin for doing most of the work.
And probably bullets in their skulls for their trouble.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jun 22, 2017 14:19:21 GMT -7
The bar is quiet and he is pretty sure that they could hear a pin drop if one was to be dropped. The person speaking then said about the fact that they had something of theirs and they wanted it back but then took a March out and lit it before using the match on the tequila. There was only one person they had right now and that was the girl downstairs.
Someone had paid a hefty amount for her, they were willing to make sure that they got paid for their work and that was the important thing here. It didn't matter who they were, if someone wanted them then they would get them in the end and if they were getting paid then that makes it so much more easier for them.
The guy smirked before reaching under the bar and pulling the gun out and pointing it at the person. "We can't let you have her" he said and pulled the trigger but it seemed like the bullet just bounced off them. He swallowed hard and then looked over to the friends that he had in the bar with him before moving his brown eyes back to look at Valkyrie.
He was dead. He was pretty sure of it.
Evie heard the gun go off and she looked up towards the ceiling and pushed her eyebrows together. Oh this isn't good at all. She wasn't sure if she had heard gun fight in the time she had been here but now that it was happening she felt a fear that whoever was shooting the people wouldn't know that she was here.
It felt like she was going to be down here for a very long time so she started to rock the chair side to side before she fell over onto her side with a grunt and some how managed to angle herself so that she could start rubbing the bonds against the wall on her wrists. She needed to get out of here and quickly.
But also whoever was up there could be just as worse as the guys that held her captive.
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Post by Ray on Jun 22, 2017 15:01:28 GMT -7
The bullet hits Valkyrie square in the chest with a loud, echoing bang, but she doesn't even flinch beneath the white skull. The flattened piece of metal clatters to the surface of the bar, still smoking, and only leaving a quarter sized dent in the chest plate of her armor for all its trouble. She glances down, slowly, looking at the new mark.
So. Something stupid then.
She lifts her eyes back to the bartender in a blink. A slight smile forms beneath her mask. In one smooth motion, she picks up the flaming glass and smashes it across the man's face, hot shards splintering into his cheek, his eye, his nose, breaking the more fragile bones. With her other hand, she pulls her pistol free from the holster on her thigh, and fires off three rounds beneath the counter. The bullets chew through the wood and through his legs on the other side, taking chunks of meat with them. She kicks the chair out from beneath her as she quickly rises to her feet, raising the gun higher to fire off one more round straight into the man's skull. Blood sprays the back wall, dripping down the bottles of spirits and into the trays of ice. She sees a man stand out of the corner of her eye, fumbling for a gun. She switches her gun to the other hand with an agile toss, and aims the barrel straight at the wanna-be new attacker. Without even looking, she fires, and the man's head snaps back with breakneck force. She unsheathes her sword in a single swing and, with pistol still aimed towards the rest of the bar, points the tip of the katana towards the man who came up from the basement.
"You were saying?" She asks, her voice a growl.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jun 22, 2017 15:30:38 GMT -7
Now Evie is definitely sure that this was a hit and she was either going to die down here if they didn't find her or die up there because they did. It was a decision that she had to make and everything in her was telling her that she needed to get the hell out of here but also she didn't want to die and she probably would knowing her luck right now.
Then it was quiet and she looked up at the ceiling because she knew at any moment that they were going to come down the stairs to get her and that was the last thing she wanted ever. She was tired and her body was starting to ache but that wasn't going to stop her from getting off this damn chair. She could hear footsteps from upstairs. They sounded heavy and it sounded like they were moving towards the door but she wasn't sure if they were or if it was her imagination.
If they were then she was probably in so much shit.
It happened so fast that they didn't have time to really react. Because before long things were over and there were a couple of so guys dead and he was now starting to wonder if this girl was all worth this shit because of the amount of trouble she brought with her. First had been the hotel they had to get in too and now it was this mad person to come after her. Whoever wanted her wanted her so badly.
He could either fight on and die like the others or he could hand her over and probably die anyway but this time he had to think for himself and that was hard big time. He glanced towards the door of the basement where she was being held before looking back at the person who was holding the sword out towards him.
They were getting paid shit loads for this girl but that didn't mean they had to die for her so he cleared his throat and then nudged his head towards to door of the basement. "She's down there" he said and raised an eyebrow at Valkyrie
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Post by Ray on Jun 22, 2017 15:42:00 GMT -7
"Now...was that so difficult?" She asks, a hint of amusement leaking through the voice modulator. She holsters her gun once more, but keeps her sword trained right at the man's throat, the tip just close enough to scrape across the stubble there. "Who hired you?" She demands, pressing the tip just a little closer until it presses into the man's skin, knowing that the girl can wait for just another moment more so that Valkyrie can understand just what she's walked in to here.
She knows these men can't be the brains behind the operation. They're foolish, trigger-happy, and don't particularly seem like the type to care about Simon Black's dealings with other companies. A payday is all they're after, so someone higher up the food chain left them to take the blame and do the work, all while hoping that these petty thugs don't realize that they're getting scammed. It's smart. If you're looking not to leave a trace.
Unfortunately for the mind behind this operation, Simon Black had the balls to hire her.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jun 22, 2017 16:08:03 GMT -7
The person started asking him about who had hired them and he swallowed hard when he felt the sword tip against his skin. He knew they could easily kill him when they were finished. He's eyes widened at the thought of him telling them their secrets but because two of their team was dead and he knew they would get the truth out of him at some point.
"I don't know" he said and then felt the tip of the sword move harder against his skin. "I'm telling the truth, we only got instructions about who we were meant to be getting and where they would be but we never spoke to the person that wanted her and we were meant to hold her here until the person came to pick her up and we thought that was you" he admitted. Now he was starting to wondering if she had been worth it. If it had been worth taking her away from the hotel because now she was starting to be nothing but fucking trouble.
Could the person with the sword against him be the one to actually get the girl and then leave without actually paying them, if that is then it really wasn't worth it because they wouldn't be getting paid anyway. Those rich bastards always went against their word. Especially when it came to money. They usually did get paid for sending girls to other parts of the world but it seemed like this was one time they wouldn't get a single dime.
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Post by Ray on Jun 22, 2017 16:28:14 GMT -7
Valkyrie continues to hold the sword to his throat for a moment longer, her eyes narrowing upon him. He's probably telling the truth. A man who's already sold out his prize would no doubt be just as willing to sell out his boss, especially if it meant his life. And the circumstances of this entire job is shrouded in the undeniable fact that rich men are just about willing to do anything, as long as no one can tie it back to them. Which means this man is of no use to her.
Unless...
She pulls her sword away from his throat, leaving only the barest scratch on his skin, and spins it smoothly around to slide back in its sheath. The intent is clear in the small action, a simple gesture that saves his life for now. Instead of killing him, she tugs loose a wad of cash from a pouch on her belt. She thumbs through the dozen hundred-dollar bills, before tossing it towards his chest for him to catch. "When your boss shows up, tell them Valkyrie got here first." She says, before turning on a heel towards the basement door.
She yanks it open roughly and descends into the darkness, the mask's optics adjusting to the lack of light. Her footfalls are heavy as she steps down the staircase, searching the dirty basement for what she's here. The girl lies on her side, still strapped to a chair, eyes wide and white in the pitch blackness. Valkyrie says nothing as she approaches, pausing a foot away from her to crouch low. She cocks her head to the side, glancing the girl over head to toe, seeing what sort of damage she's in. Bruised, dusty, caked in sweat. But no worse for wear. She flips a knife free from her boot, and saws through the binds that hold her to the chair.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jun 22, 2017 16:46:58 GMT -7
The sword is taken away from his throat and for the first time in a while he dares himself to swallow hard. As if he's been spared a death sentence even if it is only for a day or so because when his boss does hear of this then he will be dead anyway. They wanted this girl for some reason because they had been adamant that this was who they wanted. The person then throws some cash at him and he widens his eyes when he hears the name. He then nods his head and looks between Valkyrie and the rest of the bar.
So that's who Valkyrie was. There had been words, whispers really of some big bad that liked to kill people and they had Valkyrie walk into their bar, now he was wondering if he shouldn't pay them this money to actually protect them because once their boss finds out then he was likely to have them killed himself. Now they needed the protection from their boss.
Valkyrie walked down the basements steps and would find the girl at the bottom tied to a chair.
Evie looked up in time to see the door open and there was someone coming down the stairs towards her and she could hear the heavy footsteps and she was now wondering if this was who she had heard move upstairs. Her heart rate started picking up once more and she wanted to move away but she had been tied to the chair. The person in white then crouches low and looks like they're looking her over and it somewhat makes her uncomfortable because it felt like they were sizing her up for a grave or something. Then a knife is brought out and they start to saw through the binds that hold her in position and once she's cut free she stands up, using the wall to keep her up.
It had been a while since she had been up on her feet and her legs and feet felt weird. Pins and needles started to stab at her hands from where the blood was rushing back into them and she generally felt like she was in pain all over and knew that a bath would make her feel better. She leaned against the wall away from the person in white.
"Are you the one who is going to kill me?" she asked and tried to look away but for some reason she wanted to look right at them.
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Post by Ray on Jun 22, 2017 17:10:03 GMT -7
The girl rushes to get to her feet, despite all the wobbly, painful effort it takes her. Valkyrie lets the knife dangle from her fingers as she remains crouched, only lifting her eyes to meet Evie's as the girl presses herself as tightly to the wall as she possibly can -- fear leaking off of her in waves. A quiet sigh falls from Val's lips.
Sliding the knife back in the hidden sheath of her boots, Val rises back to her feet. "Unfortunately, no." She replies, more annoyed than anything. Getting to this point has been standard procedure. Even, horribly, a little entertaining. But now, looking Evie in the face and remembering what lies before her, she's reacquainted with the reason why she's not a hero. Why she's not Captain America. Why she'll never be. "Your father hired me to bring you home." She explains, keeping it short and simple and refusing to dance around the subject. "But we need to move. I'm not the only one looking for you."
Valkyrie doesn't give her much of an option. She steps towards the girl and wraps an arm around her waist tightly, lifting her straight off the ground before Evie can begin to protest. Tossing her over one shoulder, Valkyrie turns on a heel and heads straight for the stairwell back to the main floor of the bar.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jun 22, 2017 17:27:55 GMT -7
Evie raises an eyebrow when the person says that it's unfortunate and for the first time she was wondering why the hell her father would hire someone that would want to kill her but then again that was her dad all over. Always going up and beyond for her even when she didn't want anything like that. Now she was going to have to deal with the fact that she had got one of her bodyguards killed. She was going to have to explain to his wife that he died trying to protect her but she had ended up in the hands of the bad guys anyway.
She wanted to ask what the person meant when they said that they weren't the only ones looking for her, there couldn't be more people out there that wanted her, right? If this was some deal that had gone wrong on her father's side then really she only had him to blame for this, right? The male who had come in with a drink said that it would all be over soon and now she was wondering if they meant that someone else would be coming to get her and taking her somewhere. Or she wondered if this was that moment that he had been on about. Evie never got to ask because the next thing she knew she was being lifted off the ground and over the shoulder of the person that her father had sent to get her.
Evie might've been impressed if it wasn't for the fact that she just wanted to get away from them too. As they made their way up the stairs her head was bobbing against their back. Once in the bar she could see that there indeed had been a fight and just as they walked passed one of the males she stuck her middle finger up at him because something inside of her said that he had something to do with this. Evie hated them all and wanted them all to die but instead she said "Bastard" out to him. In fact she was pretty sure she had heard a squeak coming from him as they walked passed as if he was losing the most precious thing to the enemy and in that moment she guessed he was because she was leaving with this... giant walking thing. Evie dangling over their shoulder and her dark hair falling against their back.
All she wanted to do was get into a bath because she stank and had been in the same clothes for a while. She might've started yelling at them to put her down but she knew they wouldn't especially if her dad had hired them to get her out and if there was other people coming for her.
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Post by Ray on Jun 22, 2017 17:46:06 GMT -7
She carries Evie outside without any issue, the bar having mostly emptied in the few moments it took for her to retrieve the kidnapped girl. Only the two dead bodies and the idiot who got himself wrapped up into this mess remained, the latter frozen stiff behind the bar with his new wad of cash still clutched to his chest. Once outside, Val dips down to a knee to let Evie stand on her own upon the sidewalk, her arm lowering from around her waist and her attention set on getting out of this hellhole. She rises back to her feet and turns towards the Ducati motorcycle sitting against the curb. She grabs the helmet dangling from the handlebar and presses it towards Evie. "Wear it. I don't need your brain getting splattered across the concrete." She instructs.
Swinging a leg over the motorcycle, she lowers herself onto the seat and twists the key in the ignition. The engine roars to life. "Get on, hold on." She says over the noise, turning to glance towards Evie still standing upon the sidewalk. She has a feeling the girl's fans won't be far behind them, giving them a very narrow window to get a head-start before the real shit begins. If this were simple, Val would just dump the girl on the next plane home and deal with this on her own. But to catch a fish, she needs bait.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jun 22, 2017 18:26:12 GMT -7
When they're outside Evie is put to her feet and she takes a deep breath, she hasn't been outside since the night before she was taken. It had been a while since she had seen outside and now she was wishing she hadn't because this was a complete dump and while that sounds snobbish coming from her, it looked like a literal dump. Why the hell would anyone come here was beyond her. That thought was interrupted when she was having a helmet pushed into her chest and she looked down at it. Of course, her father paid this person to keep her alive, not to have her brains on the ground.
But it still made her hesitate, in the end she finally put it on the helmet and she watched as they got onto the motorcycle and it roared to life. It sounded really good actually.
Evie looked around when she was told to get on and hold on. In honesty she just wanted to get out of this place and back Stateside. She wanted to get back to her house, shut her door and pretend that she wasn't in for a while because at least then no one would get her but she had to get home first and if this person was the only one to get her back into America then she would do anything they have to say. After a moment she got on the bike and she put her arms around their waist. Her heart was pounding hard again, Evie had never been on a bike before. Not even in her rebel days when she would make her father worry about her and what she was going with her life.
This was the one thing that she had never tried but she guessed she could swipe that off the list of stuff she still needed to do. Evie wasn't sure she could get any closer to them as she held on. She was scared, not because of the bike, but because of the fact that there was someone out there who wanted to hurt her and take her away from the one person who needed her the most.
Evie and her dad had looked out for each other her whole life especially with her mother not being around but she knew that if he lost her then he would go insane and that was the last thing she wanted to do to her father. He had dealt with so much in his life, her disappearance wouldn't be one of those things. She would get back to him eventually.
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Post by Ray on Jun 22, 2017 18:58:58 GMT -7
Evie hesitates for a moment with the helmet clutched in her hands, her expression nervous and unsure. Impatience makes Val's jaw tighten as she waits for her to make up her mind. A part of her knows what must be going through this girl's head. The crippling fear, the anger, the slow realization that she might not make it out of this alive. She tries to think back to a moment when she was in the same shoes to garner some sort of sympathy, but it only makes the impatience grow.
No one had ever come for her. Not once in the three years she was held captive. If someone had, she wouldn't have hesitated for a second.
The girl finally climbs onto the back of the motorcycle, her arms wrapping around Valkyrie's waist. As soon as she has, Val shifts gears and guns the engine. The bike swings away from the curb and down the darkened streets of Rio's slums, winding through the back channels of the city rather than aiming straight for the heart. They can't go too far. Not if she wants to find the source of this trouble. But for the time being, Val needs to get Evie somewhere secure.
They drive at top speeds, Valkyrie expertly navigating the confusing layout of this place as they head further and further from the neon lights and beaches. The hills rise up around them, the statue of Jesus looking less hazy on a distant peak as they climb higher and higher. The slums fall away into cliff-sides and thick foliage. She only begins to slow when they reach the crest of the hill, the road having long turned into a narrow dirt pathway. The Ducati isn't built for this kind of terrain, but Valkyrie pushes it anyway. In the darkness, a black jet comes into view, standing like a solid pillar of the night. She pulls the motorcycle alongside it, and turns the engine off.
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Post by Snowglobe18 on Jun 22, 2017 19:20:52 GMT -7
Once Evie was on the bike they were off. For this being her first time on a motorcycle it wasn't that bad considering the fact that instead of riding with a gorgeous guy she was riding with someone in white and trying to get away from people who wanted to either kill her for some unknown reason or to have her kidnapped again.
They were getting further and further away from the slums but a part of her had hoped that they would be going back to her hotel room so that she could get some clothes but if there was someone out there that wanted her then she guessed her hotel room would be the first place they would look. That is if her stuff was still there, knowing her luck it was probably in the bin somewhere.
When they get away from the slums all together with the speed in which they were going, she could just imagine that she wasn't racing to get away from some very bad people. If she was honest she wasn't sure why anyone would want to have her, she was pretty boring when it came to things. Sure her father was a billionaire but that didn't mean nothing not really. If all of this was down to her father then she wanted to come face to face with him and ask what the hell had happened and how they were going to make sure it never happened again because she never wanted this to happen again.
They climbed higher and higher and a part of her wanted to look over but at the same time she wanted to shut her eyes and pretend none of this was happening. Plus she was sure that if she leaned over to look then she would end up going over the side, maybe taking the rider with her. The last thing she wanted to do was die in this god forsaken place. Hell she didn't even want to stay in this place much longer.
Evie looks up to see the jet and for the first time she lets out a sigh of relief at the fact that this thing would take her home. The noise of the motorcycle stops and the rider turns the engine off and Evie moves her arms from around their waist and waits for a split second before removing the helmet and letting her dark curls spiral out and lay against her shoulder. Her hair felt knotty and greasy and no doubt smelt like the basement but it would have to do for now. "Is this taking us back to the States?" she asked after taking the helmet off and hoped that it would be taking them away from Brazil.
Away from Brazil and back home so that she could finally put all of this behind her.
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