Fantasy Hostage Situation {Caffeine Freak & Truffle}

[Caffeine Freak]

Lucien caught the girl's next assailant by the collar, hurling him back. "I don't think so." He remarked, before throwing the dude a good few meters into the air. Diaphragm dude regained his breath and resoundingly charged, only for Lucien to throw an elbow into his unlucky diaphragm. The man stumbled, then was flattened under the weight of his falling colleague that had only then just hit the ground.

After the two of them had set the goons on the ground groaning, Lucien stepped back to admire his handiwork. He brushed his hands together, then straightened out his jacket. "Well... that settles that." He evened out his breathing. It'd been a while since he'd been in a good old fashioned brawl. "Doubt that's the last of them. Take care of yourself, I don't want to be hearing you on the morning news from my cell." He'd already turned around and started heading down the street, offering a brief wave over his shoulder. Lucien had already begun debating whether he should blow something up one last time before he let the police find him.

 

[Truff]

After the goons were brought to the ground groaning in pain and surely calling their boss, Abigail looked to the man. She was breathing hard. If it hadn't been for him they definitely would have overpowered her and then...who knows what. When he said his goodbye, turned and started heading down the street, her eyes widened. By this point she was in a part of the city she didn't know and there was obviously someone out there with their crosshairs on her. "Wait!" She knew a safe opportunity when she saw one. She jogged after him, her body aching from a few hits she took from the men. They had been much larger and much stronger.

"Wait wait wait." She darted in front of him. "You saved my life. I at least owe you something." She pushed blonde hair from her face. "So how about instead of calling me a hostage...you work with me?" She stuck out her hand. "Abigail. What was it you wanted?" Half of her wanted to help the guy out, the other half of her wanted to keep herself close to something that could protect her.

 

[Caffeine Freak]

Lucien stopped, almost incredulous. First she wanted nothing to do with him, now she wanted to be partners? For the life of him, Lucien could not suss this girl out.

"Lucien..." He replied, meeting Abigail's hand with his own. "Wor-k to-get-her? Is that what you said?" The phrase was so alien on Lucien's tongue he could barely pronounce it. "Yeah... let's just start with not getting arrested and/or dying. That's sorta my focus right now." Despite himself, Lucien couldn't suppress a lopsided grin. "What about you? I suppose you want these guys off your back." He nodded to the groaning bodies on the floor. "I think I can do that." He said resolutely.

It occured to Lucien that if he'd been more subtle and offered his partnership beforehand, it would've probably been more effective than kidnapping. He hushed himself.

 

[Truff]

Abigail shook his hand firmly and nodded "yeah that's what I said, believe it or not." She couldn't help but let out a small laugh. She was surprised she was asking this too, but if it meant saving her life she would do it. Upon hearing what he wanted, she tilted her head to the side in thought.

"Well. If you do your part in protecting me from those guys," she nodded her head to them still on the sidewalk, "I'm sure i can convince my boss to pull some strings." She let out a breath, running a hand through her hair. "But you're gonna have to refrain from whatever reason it is they're searching for you." She gave him a pointed look. She wasn't going to cart around an active criminal. That seemed like a lot of stress on her.

 

[Caffeine Freak]

Lucien opened his mouth as if to protest the condition, then apparently decided against it. "Fine." He folded his arms. "Just who is your boss anyway?" Certainly not some criminal mastermind, otherwise Lucien would have at least heard of him during his... career.

With a short saunter, Lucien plucked up one of the barely-conscious assailants by the head. "Perhaps getting rid of their boss first would be helpful in keeping these guys off your back. You reckon any of these goons know something?" He said over his shoulder.

 

[Truff]

Abigail eyed Lucien, unsure of whether she should trust him or not. Who her boss was...that was something she would never share with anyone unless she wanted to end up dead by the wrong person overhearing. Though she figured if he wanted to kill her he could've by now. "I can't tell you my boss's name. But I work for a private intelligence agency." She spoke quietly following him back over to the goons. "We're basically a privately funded CIA. I'm a..." it felt weird saying it out loud. Almost like it wasn't true and she was reading a line fed to her. "I'm an international spy."

When he picked one of the guys up, she put her hands on her hips. "Well finding their boss is the whole..." she waved her hands around in the air "mission. I doubt they knew the big guy in charge. He's been pretty elusive for a while now. But they'll help me move up the ladder." She eyed the half conscious man.

 

[Caffeine Freak]

"Should've known I was hauling around the female James Bond." Lucien muttered, dragging the dude against the wall. As the guy regained consciousness, one look at Lucien had him spilling what he knew. It was refreshing for a change to know his old charm still worked on someone, he thought with a somewhat annoyed backward glance at Abigail. From what he learned, it didn't seem the next step up was particularly organized. Lucien concluded they must've been merely cannon fodder for someone that was already just hired help for whoever was running the show.

"Sounds like they got a base of operations running in a nightclub downtown." Lucien turned back to Abigail. "Whoever owns the place has been offering hit jobs on..." He motioned a hand in her general direction. "A certain blonde young woman." After darting his eyes down both ends of the street, he turned toward the avenue that lead to the club. "Shall we?"

 

[Truff]

Abigail rolled her eyes at his comment. Female James Bond wasn't...well it wasn't insulting. But coming from him it sure sounded like an insult. She stood back as he pushed the man against a wall and scared him into giving information. At least someone was afraid of him. She leaned against the adjacent wall and listened to the man spill absolutely everything before begging for his life to be spared. She raised her eyebrows in interest when he turned and began explaining the parts of the story she hadn't heard.

When he proposed heading down to the night club, she just stared at him. The tiredness in her body was just magnified by the hits she had taken in the little brawl. "I...can we do this tomorrow? I don't think I can work to my full ability like this..." She was human after all. She could only take so much and eventually needed sleep. It must've been late. It was late when she had gone out for her original coffee. She pulled her phone out of her pocket. It was 1 in the morning. Her eyes moved back to him. "I really need to sleep." She muttered.

 

[Caffeine Freak]

"Sleep?" Lucien started at the girl, head tilted. The term rung a bell in his head somewhere. "Guess the club isn't going anywhere. You know where it is, right? I'll meet you there tomorrow." Indeed, Lucien felt somewhat spent himself. He'd perhaps even have to sit down for a few minutes.

Until then, he'd have to keep off the streets, preferably a good distance away from the body's they'd just left strewn along the sidewalk. Lucien spun on his heel as he began pondering which apartment block would be the most likely to accept a rather shot-notice roommate.

If Abigail's boss was as influential as she made him out to be, then perhaps Lucien could return to his own apartment in time.

 

[Truff]

(Sorry for the late response. I now have a sinus infection DX)

Abigail looked at him when a confused look. It was as if he didn't understand what sleep meant. She nodded slowly at his words, wondering why he was just letting her leave and go back to her apartment. "Uh. Ok." She figured they were working together now, yet she still felt like a hostage. "Yeah. I know where it is." She started backing away, unsure if he was serious.

When she determined that he was, she turned and walked towards her apartment. It was quite the walk and by the time she was back, she was exhausted. She fell into bed and fell asleep in her clothes from that day.

 

[Caffeine Freak]

[Hey Truffle, sorry for being so late but my life has just sorta turned upside down on me. As much fun as I've had, I can't stay committed to posting. Thanks for playing with me nonetheless, and I hope to see you around!]

 

[Truff]

(Oh no! That's alright. I hope everything turns out alright for you)