Little Problems

Chapter 4

Yay another chapter!

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Sang's hands tightened around the leather steering wheel as she drove herself to Chapel Gate. It was a little sports bar near the airport where her next mission was. The Academy had been tipped off that the chef had three children hostage in the apartment upstairs where he lived, so she'd been called in to confirm the claim. These types of missions were typical for Sang; being a lone bird meant that she didn't have a large team to hold her back and weigh her down. Though, she had to admit, having a family that depended on you for things that only you could do sounded nice. She loves Owen, more than anyone she'd ever met but he didn't need her. Not like she needed him in and out of being little. It would feel nice to have someone rely on her.

Pulling up to the site, she drove down a little driveway, trees lining the sides and through the large car park that was currently barren of cars. It was slightly eerie being surrounded by large fields holding different types of sports pitches without the bustle that usually accompanies a place like this. Sang had driven past here before- she wasn't one to go inside sports bars or god forbid play sports- and the busy bustle of the place was obvious. It was usually so different to how it was now.

She parked her car off to the side a little, out of view of the major windows, but close enough that she could make a quick getaway if necessary. Before exiting, she rubbed her sore wrists and cursed Owen for not letting her cum earlier that morning. He'd kept her tied up the entire day, even after she'd gotten out of little space. Owen's punishments were no laughing matter; why did little Sang have to be such a delinquent? He'd only untied her because she'd told him about this job that was supposed to last the whole night.

Closing the door as quietly as she could, she creeped around to the side window where a little bathroom should be. She'd been given the floor plans of the bar, so she knew where an ideal place would be to enter and exit from. The window was a few meters of the ground, so she backed up and got a running start at the wall. Pushing her foot on the outside windowsill, she kicked off the ledge and reached out for the bottom of the window. Using her feet against the cobbled bricks as leverage, she pulled herself up until she was sitting on the ledge, not too far from the ground. Having ensured there were no lights on in the room, she got out her little lock-picking set and pried the window open.

From there she shimmied her way in, leaving it ajar so that she could have a speedy escape. The bathroom looked as regular as any other bathroom, perhaps slightly- try a lot- shabbier than her own. However, she couldn't ignore the children's bath toys in the tub and the kid's shampoo next to the sink that was almost empty. She didn't expect that the man who stole the kids was overly concerned with no rips or tears when washing his hair.

Sighing heavily and dropping her head to her chin in exasperation, she climbed onto the toilet and back out of the window, closing it gently behind her.

Noticing a children's bike that was leant against a small stone wall at the side of the house, she decided that a more hands-on approach would be better to confirm her suspicions.

She wheeled the bike round the side where the front door was located, trying not to get any of the mud from the wheels on her jeans. Noticing a paper sign taped to the door reading 'beware the aliens!!' in messy crayon, Sang couldn't stop the smile from reaching her face as she rang the doorbell.

"I'll get it!" A young voice called from inside, quickly followed by the reprimand of an older man and quickly approaching footsteps.

The door swung open suddenly and Sang came face-to-chest with a boy who couldn't be older than ten. The boy had big curly ginger hair with freckles that covered his entire face and leaked down onto his bare chest and arms. A large grin stretched across his face and she noticed that two of his front teeth were missing. "Well hello." He drawled out, a suddenly flirty smirk taking place on his rosy cheeks. "How can I be of service, M'lady?"