Renegade Robbers

Renegade Robbers (10)

Piper's hands were bound tightly behind her, the back of a chair pressing painfully into her shoulder blades, causing her to wince. Her eyes were open, but the room was dark, a heavy and scratchy sack covering her face. She wriggled in her seat, trying to free her wrists, but the binds weren't having it. She heard breathing and grunting to the right of her, but she couldn't place who it was.

As she faught with the rope tying her hands behind her back, she tried to form an escape plan that would ensure her safety and finding her a weapon. So far, none was forthcoming.

A door creaked behind her, as footsteps thudded through the room. She counted four pairs, and a couple grunts from her right. One set of shoes in particular caught her attention. They were slow and menacing. Firm and calculating. She knew immediately, thanks to all the detective shows she's watched, that the person circling the room was the coordinator of her kidnapping.

Twisting her wrists slowly, she could feel the rope cutting into her arm, chaffing and rubbing the skin raw. With a wince she felt a slight bit of the rope loosen and she used it to her advantage. Keeping her breathing even, she began to toy with the knot, loosening it bit by bit.

Her nimble fingers played with the loose line of rope, and as she began to unwind it, she smugly wondered if the men that had captured her, ever went to boy scouts. At least, she thought, they'd know how to tie a proper knot.

The sound of shoes cut her untying short as they sounded right in front of her, clumping and making a hollow noise that lead her to believe they were a man's and there was a hard wood floor beneath her feet. She wondered if Vic was here with her as well, at least she knew he'd be formulating a plan already. One that would get them out of here.

"Good to see you've decided to join us." A voice said. The lilt of the voice was male, obviously, but it also struck a chord deep within her, like it was familiar, but she couldn't put a finger on who it might have been. She wondered where she'd heard it, but came up blank, not being able to match a face to the voice.

"I hope my men have treated you well?" The voice asked. Piper frowned while the sack was over her head, as she refused to awknowledge the person before her. She fiddled with the loop of rope, tugging at it as she felt it begin to loosen even more. She was careful to keep her shoulders still, so as long to not alert the person before she was attempting an escape.

"Remove the barrier." he demanded. Suddenly, the bag was lifted from her head and she furiously blinked in order allow her eyes to adjust to the brightly lit room. The man in front of her looked mexican or latino, but he was familiar. Piper couldn't place a finger on where she'd seen him. It was practically killing her to not know. She knew this man, but from where?

 "I'm going to cut the act, because frankly, I'm not a patient man. My name is Angelo. I have a proposition for you and your team." He said. Piper glanced around, her eyes falling to Vic who was tied up to a chair in a similar fashion to herself. His mouth was gagged, and he wore the clothes from the party. He was glaring daggers at Angelo, most likely imagining the death of the man, if she knew Vic at all.

As she looked around the room, she saw Aaron, struggling against two large men with a gag in his mouth and his hands tied. He was kicking and writhing, trying to break free of their grip, but the large men in suits, remained impassive, not budging against his futile attempts.

"You expect me to listen to you when we're being treated this way?" Piper asked. Angelo frowned and ran a hand through his dark hair. He seemed frustrated, and at his wits end with patience.

Deep down, Angelo knew this was wrong, but in order to get his operation under way, he needed these three obnoxious and impulsive teens. He needed their help, and as sad as he is to see and meet Piper this way, he knew it was necessary. His operation was too important to him.