The Misfits.

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Guns were firing from behind you. You hid the plans in your leather jacket as you ran. You were almost to your motorbike. Almost there...Almost...There... Your adrenaline was rushing as you hopped on your bike and revved the engine. Your bike sped out of the alleyway and you kept balance as you sped around street corners.

Now that you had the plans to the robbery, all you had to do was sell them and you'd be making bank off of the biggest and badest gang in the world. You sped up and swerved in and out of traffic, your long black hair blowing behind you in the wind. You could hear some cars speeding up behind you. You looked in your review mirror. Was it the cops? A man with a mask popped out of the hood of the black Lamborghini that was following you.

Gun shot were firing for your tires. You sped up and swerved around other cars and onto a bridge. The Lamborghini followed and kept firing at you. Suddenly you felt a sharp and burning pain in your upper left arm. You'd been hit. In a panic, you swerved a bit before regaining balance on your bike. The shooter took this opportunity to shoot at your wheels. The back wheel of your bike exploded and you quickly turned off to the side of the bridge.

The moment your bike hit the barrier, you jumped off your bike and into the river below, your bike imploding above you. After hitting the water you swam straight for land. Maybe you could catch a taxi to get to your destination as quickly as possible. When you got out of the water you checked the plans. Your leather jacket had saved them from being to damaged by the water. You shoved the plans back into your jacket and ran for the closest city street. 

You looked behind you and realized that car was still following you. You ran faster. The car sped up and skidded to a stop in front of you, stopping you in your tracks. "Shit..." You mumbled, pulling out your pistol from your leather holster. Four men got out of the car. The one with the mask and three others who's faces weren't covered. You raised your gun. "Come any closer I'll shoot." You warned.

You were lucky you were only on a back road where no one would suspect a thing. You could kill the four of them then and there. They stopped and the tallest one snapped his fingers. All of them, but the tallest, walked towards you. You fired your gun at them. Nothing. Damn. You must've used the last bullets while trying to get the plans in your grasp.

You tossed your gun to the ground and got ready to fight. You punched the man with the mask causing him to stumble back. The second man went to grab you and you quickly back kicked him. The third went to strike you with his staff and you dodged it, rolling underneath the staff and grabbing it before slamming it back into the third man.

The second man and the man in the mask were walking towards you. You stood up and quickly and countered most of there attempts to attack you. Your wet hair was being pulled suddenly and you fell to the floor. You were stunned and pissed. You went to get back up but the second man and third man picked you up by the arms, leaving you helpless in there grasps. The man with the mask dusted himself off and walked off to the trunk of the Lambo. You struggled to get out of the hold of the two men but it was no use. You had used the last of your energy on them.

The leader of the group took a rope out of the back seat and helped the other two tie you up. You struggled but they had you pinned against the car. After tightly securing you in the ropes, they threw you in the back of the trunk and closed it. Locking you inside. You cussed to yourself and tried to get out of the ropes but it was no use. 

They knew what they were doing when it came to kidnapping and having clean work.  The only thing you could do now was wait for them to take you to there hideout and untie you so you could plan your escape. The pain from the bullet in your arm was starting to become unbearable as the rope rubbed up against it. It hurt even worse when the car swerved around corners. It wasn't long after that you could hear sirens. The car sped up, throwing you against the back of the trunk lid. 

You groaned. They really weren't going to give up, were they? The more corners they took to get away from the police, the more you were thrown around in the back of the trunk. You could hear gunshots and not a minute after you could hear the sound of rock crumbling. The sirens faded. Did they actually get away? It was another 3 minutes before the car came to a stop and the trunk opened. You were in a parking garage.

The man with the mask and the second shortest picked you up out of the trunk. The parking garage was empty. You kept quiet as to not draw attention to any of you. It was better that way. You had been wanted by the police for quite a while now for selling information to gangs, so it was best not to get caught and get out of problems on your own.

They walked up to an SUV where they were met by another man. He must've been their partner because he greeted the leader with a handshake and opened the trunk again. They were going to ditch the Lamborghini, which you assumed was stolen, and use the SUV as an undercover getaway. The new man that had sunglasses on, which was ridiculous for the time of day it was, placed a blindfold on you. They were all so good at being quiet that it shocked you. 

To think about it you hadn't heard a word from any of them. After your view was blocked they threw you into the trunk and you heard it latch shut. You also could hear them get into the car and drive off. The second ride was a lot smoother than the first. It was about another 10 minutes, from what it felt like until the car stopped.

You could hear car doors open and close and you heard the trunk door open. You felt hands grab you by the arms and you flinched as the left arm shot pain up through your nerves. They carried you someplace and set you down on a chair. You could feel more ropes wrap around you and you gasped as they tightened around your arms. When they were done tying you, someone undid your blindfold.

You were in an empty dark room and there were eight men standing around, either leaning against the wall staring at you, on there phones or whispering to a person next to them. You glared at the one sitting on a chair in front of you. He was defiantly the leader of the group. When he cleared his throat everyone's attention was on you and him. 

You were fucked.