Her head was a fog, it always was. But this time it was impertinent to her situation.
Hands behind her back, rope tight enough to slit her wrists; she'd had worse. A gag that was sure to leave a blistering line on her jaw; not enough for dislocation.
In short... this could have been just another day at VILE Academy.
The room was poorly lit. She didn't lift her head until she'd fully surveyed the room.
Two guards posted by the door, one male one female. Wearing what appeared to be following the same dress code, black turtleneck (secret agent style) with combat gloves. Not CIA grade; more like a mafia doll set for an 8 year old. Style not included.
"Guten Morgen, Gefangener." One of them greeted, removing the gag from her mouth.
Translation: Good morning, prisoner/captive.
Her German was a bit rusty, but Carmen was always up for testing her skills.
She didn't respond, a coy smile dancing on her lips like she knew something they didn't.
Dreadfully out of place for a holding room.
The woman, who had previously spoken, dredged forward, visibly unkempt.
She'd opened her mouth to speak when the only exit door opened, 3 gazes shot over to what appeared to be another agent. Carmen raised her brow.
Intern.
"Tochter von?" He asked, his head poked through the door sheepishly. One of the agents walked forward without a word, slamming the door in his face.
Carmen inwardly winced.
The female guard returned, taking something out of her pocket and marching over. "Sie weRDEN-," She cried out, revealing a taser and shocking the thief in two ways.
She gasped, her ears ringing with orders and brain spasming with discontented confusion.
Her eyes blurred, skin fizzled, and vision dead staggered.
"-MEINE FRAGEN BEANTWORTEN!" She demanded, Carmen's skin ablaze.
She shook it off, resisting the urge to smile or quip a remark. It's better if they think you don't understand them.
"WAS?" She yelled again, the man beside her reached into his pocket and Carmen felt two electric shocks rattle her spine. "WAS IST IHR PROBLEM?!"
Carmen blinked away darkly, hardly conscious. The thought of anything but pain dashed.
Not VILE. She wheezed.
And not ACME. Her ribs screeched in agonising discomfort.
Carmen fell forward in the chair, gasping hoarsely.
How in the hell did she get here?
"Glaubst du, unser Dieb würde Spanisch sprechen?"
Translation: "Do you believe our thief would speak Spanish?"
The man spoke to his partner, Carmen watched, still coughing and wheezing.
She caught her breath and-"I speak 15 languages, Stechen." She snapped, spitting in his face.
Translation: prick
He approached her again and Carmen bit her lip, bracing herself for the jolt.
It didn't come...
He walked behind her, shit.
Carmen had been biting down on the chance to escape for a good 5 minutes all for him to go behind her back.
The untangled rope settled behind white knuckles.
Blood had long since oozed on the floor.
"I suppose we owe an explanation." He said, stalking beside her chair and ruffling with papers elsewhere. She'd barely heard it over the accent.
Carmen screwed her eyes shut.
She knew the moment he deemed her untied.
She lunged forward, ditching the rope and hands pulling through the holes in the back of the chair; she charged at the woman before a response was given, kneeing her in the stomach, roundhouse kicking her from the wall, and pressure pointing the back of her neck.
By now the male agent was alarmed, darting sideways.
Carmen dashed up to him but he was behind the chair. He picked it up, throwing it for her head.
She ducked and shielded her head; pushing off her heels to tackle him in the stomach. The both of them hit the wall, then the ground roughly; Carmen didn't waste time throwing her punches to his fundamental weaknesses. She gasped when he kicked her off into the wall, they both rose to the floor unsteadily.
Finally the man lunged forward, letting out a cry of battle. He brought his fist up level to her head, Carmen dodged this twice, then eyeing a pipe above her she jumped. Gripping onto it, the thief brought her legs down to crash into his stomach.
This time it knocked him unconscious.
Carmen stood up patiently, resting the back of her hand to her throbbing head, groaning.
As the only conscious person in the room, she took her time looting her assailants and pocketing what she deemed useful. She felt filthy... but they'd technically done the same.
At least she'd been in her one piece, it had more pockets. Though, it would make her stand out incredulously with the blue. Besides, her gear wouldn't need replacing.
Carmen looked over her wrists, the blood from which had already dried. A loose sheet on the ground caught her eye.
She picked it up, a Latina woman stared back at her in a mugshot. They definitely looked alike, but there was no way she was here because of some mix-up.
Carmen stalked over to the far table, finding the folder it belonged to and snatching it. A single loose sheet of paper fell at her rough actions.
She picked it up, sighing.
"Who the hell is Carlotta Valdez?"
BONUS:
Carmen: *walking in late*
Shadowsan: "Where have you been?"
Carmen: *Flops on couch* "The usual."
Zack: "What is our usual again?"
Player: "Honestly no idea."
Carmen: *shrugging* "I dunno, I thought it was promoted to kidnapping."
Ivy: "I'm sorry- YOU WERE KIDNAPPED?"
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