Ablaze , ᶦᵛʸ

c.5

After a few hours of hopelessness, Emlyn finally calmed down. She didn't know where her kidnapper was driving her, and what she wanted with her, or how long she'd be stuck in this stupid ass car.

All she did know though, was that luckily she had brought a small portable bottle of whiskey for occasions like these— well, not occasions like these, but this was definitely a situation that called for whiskey.

The girl sat back in her seat and cracked open the bottle, leaning her head back on the headrest and taking a brief chug from it.

She wiped her lips on the back of her sleeve and put the bottle back in her jeans pocket. That's when she decided to take inventory of everything she currently had.

Now, she did have a knife in her shoe, but it was absolutely useless since she couldn't actually fucking use it; Sandiego was protected by The Great Barrier Glass.

Emlyn rummaged in her pockets but sighed in despair when all she found were three cheap rubber bands.

Nothing she could use to unlock the car door. No hair pins, nothing.

Why do I never think to prepare for these kinds of situations?

Well, maybe 'cause they've never happened?

She shook her head and sat back down again, breathing softly.

Emlyn wasn't tied up or anything but since Sandiego couldn't even frisk her of anything she had, of course she couldn't risk opening the gate to let a wild animal loose on her. Wild animal. That is Emlyn. So at least she could have enough wiggle room back here, if anything.

And yes, she did have a phone because she always brought it anywhere she went, since even when she was walking with a world class international thief to her sus white minivan, she would still have it.

But this clever ass brain of hers knew that and intercepted that obstacle. Emlyn couldn't contact anyone.

If Emlyn could bet, she'd bet on all the money she had (which wasn't much on its own, except for the money she had been draining from when she'd taken as much as possible out of her dead parents' account before it was locked) that Sandiego had added some kind of invisible field or some kind of magnet— the trapped girl did not know much about this stuff but she did know that the cellular towers she saw they'd passed outside? The telephone wires? No connection available to them.

Sandiego thought of everything.

***

The sound of a soft jingle startled Emlyn from her slumber.

Groaning, she looked down at her arms and legs, which were binded in thick rope. She was tied to a wooden chair, seated in the middle of a room.

Three people surrounded her.

Two of which she had no idea who were, and a third, who Emlyn named as the ill mannered bitch who took her hostage in the first place.

The binded girl resisted the urge to leap at her, knowing the action would just knock her over in her trapped state.

"Hello, Emlyn," said a red haired young woman brightly.

"Your interrogation begins now," a red haired man said seriously, turning around to the woman. "I'll be bad cop and you be good, okay?" he whisper hissed loud enough for anyone in the room to hear.

Emlyn rolled her eyes. Stuck with Dumb and Dumber to interrogate me. Surprising. I would've thought the likes of Carmen Sandiego would've thought to hire better henchmen.

"No, I wanna be bad cop!" Ivy protested, narrowing her eyes.

"Yeah well I'm older so I get first pick," the red haired man said decidedly and Emlyn realized they were siblings. Well, the hair, and also the facial features were a dead giveaway, so she supposed it was pretty easy from the start.

Carmen rolls her eyes and pushes the two dumb fucks out of her way. She drags a chair over with one of her arms and sits down, crossing one leg over the other while holding Emlyn's stare, all without skipping a beat. "We have a few questions for you, if you hadn't noticed—"

"WE KNOW YOU'RE WORKING FOR VILE!" Zack thundered, casting Emlyn a triumphant glance.

"What the fuck kinda name is that? Vile what? Is that some kinda anti alcohol organization or shit? 'Cause I don't really remember endorsing anything like... what?" she cut herself off, meeting three hard glares staring in her direction.

"Stop playing dumb, Emlyn. We know who you're working for," Carmen said coldly.

"I'm not the one playing dumb— actually, the ones who are don't seem to think it's a game at all," Emlyn replied without hesitation.

Carmen quirked a brow and fiddled with the hem of her jeans. "Alright. She doesn't want to talk right now, but perhaps a good nights rest will change her mind," she spoke to the other two. Swiveling her head around, she faced Emlyn once again, eyes weary. "Trust me, you're not getting out of this unless you talk. And while we aren't cruel—" Emlyn thought that was funny considering she was fucking kidnapped— "we make deals. You don't tell us the truth, you aren't getting out. So you can think about that overnight. Goodnight." The sound of her stilettos clanking against the hard concrete was all that filled the silence of the interrogation room, and soon the flip of a switch rendered everything dark.