The above oc has been kidnapped

News spread around the city regarding a recent kidnapping. After all research Eleftherios and his wife, Afroditi, done regarding this kidnapped individual, from contacting the person of interest, Hanako, who is very close to Cupid regarding details about them via internet, to tracking down the location of the kidnappers with the help from the hackers from the Technomaniacs Cooperative. He doesn't trust the police either regarding this case, either they were too slow to respond nor would end up violently. Eleftherios managed to stumbled upon an abandoned establishment that supposed to be where Cupid was kidnapped, at least based from the information one of the hackers got. He's not alone however, as this whole investigation was a risky activity, Dr. Athanasiadis was dragged along as he was worried about Eleftherios' initiative to rescue someone who has been kidnapped. Though, bringing the old professor would be an advantage considering his combat experience and tactical knowledge he had back in the war. 

As they soon they are entering the establishment, Eleftherios made a distraction by making noises, while Dr. Athanasiadis began shooting the guards with his old gun. Not really a wise decision to make up a noise in the middle of the dark, especially if there are people more armed around. As soon as the guards was shot, Eleftherios and Dr. Athanasiadis gathered the body armor to protect themselves in case the situation becomes more dangerous. It was dark inside, people are fully armed with knives and guns, Eleftherios' nervously entering the establishment itself while Dr. Athanasiadis had to keep the programmer calm. The people weren't just a bunch of randomly hired goons, rather, they were professionals with experience with dealing assassinations and killings. Yet, it doesn't stop Eleftherios' goal to save someone's life... or is it worth it perhaps. 

Eleftherios made some noises again, he heard gunshots from the distance, after a while, someone got close to him, he got the chance to get the grasp of the kidnapper's legs and swept them. Dr. Athanasiadis kept shooting until he ran out of bullets for his rifle. He picked up another gun from a knocked down henchman, the professor quite not familiar with the modern guns but he still managed to shoot down the other henchmen. Eleftherios got surrounded with two kidnappers, all have knives with them. The programmer dodged his way around despite his age, his leg was hit, yet he punched the henchman in the face. Eleftherios lifted the henchman up until he made a suplex on them, causing the henchman's head to be injured. He wrestled another attacker and chokeslammed them towards the table. 

As all the kidnappers are all unconscious, or rather some dead. Eleftherios and Dr. Athanasiadis kept looking for the person they were rescuing for until they went to the dim lit room, they have thought it was the last of it yet one person is alive. The chair contained Cupid, all tied up head to toe and their mouth is taped up. Based on the attire, it would seem Cupid was skilled at combat or rather someone on a mission. Eleftherios remembered somewhere while researching was Cupid is a nekomimi cyborg with a taste for expensive clothing, but in dangerous situations, they wore attire suited for combat situations.

Eleftherios had a thought to charge the last kidnapper, yet it was dangerous to do so as the kidnapper was heavily armed. "Be silent, Eleftherios, that was the last man standing but don't underestimate their skills". Dr. Athanasiadis adjusted his aim until it was on the correct part, he pulled the trigger and shot the last kidnapper dead. It is now free to enter the room, Eleftherios had to look for something to cut the ropes Cupid was bound at. When he looked up the walls, there were assassination notices for Cupid. Realized it was not just a random kidnapping but a targeted one, though based on the information Eleftherios gathered was Cupid is an owner of an entertainment establishment called Angel's Lair which is said the workers were assassins. Saving an assassin would made Eleftherios anxious at first, yet what has been done has been done. He felt that Cupid won't kill him just because he saved them.

Eleftherios got the combat knife lying on the table and cut up the rope that was bound on Cupid's hands, "Don't worry, we're saving you from this place. Hanako was worried about you.", he said in a calming tone while removing the ropes, "Let's get out of here before something dangerous comes. I didn't do this for reward by the way, I just want to help someone out even it would cost a life.", Cupid is finally free, Eleftherios, Dr. Athanasiadis, and Cupid finally got out of the abandoned establishment and rode the vehicle, drove away from the establishment distantly. 

"You must be exhausted and hungry" said Dr. Athanasiadis, "Feel free to ask if you need food or anything, other wise, tell us where you are from so we can return you there safely... or if you want to, we can have a chat to ease your mind while we return you to your place"

Évariste was longing for salvation from this concrete mess. There's no wifi, no signals, he is unable to call his partner nor emergency to save him from this concrete prison. When he heard the commotion above floors, he is relieved that there's someone coming but there were sounds of grinding metal and heavy thuds. How brilliant whoever got Évariste prepared what's coming just to halt the rescue. He can hear faint footsteps above, could be his captor... or rather some obsessive fan? or perhaps there is actually someone saving him. 

Worry lingers his mind, what if someone coming could be hurt from the machines at the upper floors. It the noise stopped for a while until he heard someone knocking. Évariste tapped the door as a response, the door was strong and sturdy, made of steel. The door opened, revealing a elf-like woman with a white, long hair. Her outfit looks like from a sci fi film, but who knows if it's just her preferred style or she's actually someone from space. 

She doesn't seem to be his captor, and it's possible she is actually the one who will save him from an obsessed fan locking him inside with nothing but his instrument and sheets. "Thank you for saving me" Évariste expressed his gratitude. "I got a fan who has an obsession towards me, I was surprised they figured out to do this when I was asked to 'help them out for their project'. Only for me to end up trapping me in this concrete hell. I hope you are ok from getting through all the contraptions that 'fan' built."

Évariste gets his violin case and the scattered music sheets quickly before the "fan" will spot him, he followed Tabitha, bypassing all the traps set up by the "fan". They finally got outside the building, escaping the building was like an experience from a movie. Évariste thanked Tabitha again for saving him, "Good idea, let's get out of here fast", he replied to the question "Here are the directions where I'm from. I'll give some of my produce as a gratitude for saving me".

Her nerves were in a twist, she wasn't feeling particularly well the last few days. Nor was this scenario helping her in the slightest. An attempt to rest at her home molded into her kidnapping, by this guy of all people. Tabitha was not amused in the slightest, blankingly looking up at the blond enigma while restrained.

Her boot began to fidget as she tapped her heel over and over against the marble floor, her expression seemed stalwart, yet perturbed at the same time. She really didn't want to be in this situation right now. "I can't believe your first idea to approach me was to kidnap me, of all things." Tabitha shot a firm gaze at Ren's celeste eyes before choosing to avoid eye contact.

"My connections with people is not your business." She crossed her legs together, returning her attention towards Ren as he displays a familiar string of pearls. "I simply know her. That's all you need to know. " The shortie gave a pensive expression, replaying something in her mind... before dispelling it rather quickly. "I don't like getting involved in games like these," as Tabitha shuffled her arms that were wrapped to the chair.

"If that's all you wanted to share to me, then let me go. I given all that is valuable of me. Anything else, I would have to be slain for that. I have nothing to lose, after all." A not-so-calm squint glimmered from her eye.

The pop of a rifle preceded the thundering of hooves.

The shot missed, but, like, it's the thought that counts, right?

Riding a bulky piebald steed towards the men who were hauling J along, Ines unloaded two more rounds, one kicking up dust by their feet, the other finally catching one in the side. It's enough to make the one who wasn't shot drop J's arm and scatter back - and thank god for that, because Ines is hardly the best shot even when she wasn't riding at the pace she was, and J was frankly lucky she hadn't been hit.

The shot man stood his ground even as Saturday's massive hooves barreled towards him - and he realized the woman on the horse wasn't bluffing. He dropped and rolled as Ines took Saturday apace around J, the unfortunate sap managing to dodge all but one hoof, coming down to flatten his shoulder into earth. "Easy!" For a moment it sounded like Ines might have been reassuring J, but the word slowed Saturday down enough for the priest to extend a gloved hand down to her. She was breathless and a bit jittery - "Hi! Climb on." Just as soon as J was in the saddle behind her, reins flicked and Saturday went bolting, cycling back the way he came.

Bang - the man who still had both shoulder bones found his gun. It cracked again, and Ines yelped as it caught her shoulder, ripping through her jacket - and ricocheting off the iron beneath it. Ines peeked back behind her, then smiled at J. "There's some perks of- Oh, god!" She flinched down as another round flew past them. "Here," she said, taking the rifle in one hand and reins in the other, "take..." She thought a moment before making probably the very correct decision of handing the rifle to J and keeping the reins.

In the quiet between cracking gunshots, Ines called over her shoulder, "I'm sorry we had to meet like this." Bang. Ines still smiled whenever she looked back. "But we've got a little rule down in Wyawot - we don't let other sects interfere in our business. Even if our business is just a guest."

What luck would be worse than having one of the best intergalactic bounty hunters after you?

The thugs poked and prodded at the vagabond, who lie seated within the rickety chair, chained and bound in rust-laden links and an old padlock. His hat was set on the floor beside him, just out of his reach, and the fluorescent bulb lamp flickered and hummed with a droning frequency. The six others that the chickcarney found himself in the room with giggled and cackled in an annoying tone, obviously having indulged in other sickly vices that their bodies cried out for. Kindness and pity were at an interchange here, as the luck that would be to befall these people would be horribly awful, but justified as an equalizer.
"Hey, hey, hey, Mr. Owl Man... I wish for some money!" One thug demanded.
Another one came up shortly after, having a name tag as they clearly didn't care enough to get out of their uniform from work. It read Silas in big blocky red.
"Oh yeah, Potto? Well... I want a hot girl." They demanded in turn.
Soon enough, the thugs crowded around him, demanding him to make wishes left and right in almost unintelligible sputtering of word salad.
"I want to have some action tonight! I wish for some action!!" Silas hollered.
The room fell silent as the lamp flickered with a high frequency BZZT. Bad luck was upon them all, and the wish for some action easily construed...
"Wasn't Fennix the one guardin' the fusebox? Damn bastard's always flickin it on and off..." Potto spoke up.
"Boss... I'm right here." Fennix responded.
"...Shit. Boys! We may have an interloper here to steal away our ticket to infinite happiness-"
As they began to ready their weapons for a siege, the sounds of people being bested in the halls could be heard, the constant thumping of gunfire could be heard from the hallway. Something was going down.
"Silas! You stay with the owl, we'll go hold 'em off!" Potto called.
"Go! Hurry!" Silas returned, setting the base of a pistol against the merchant's shoulder, barrel pointed to the door.
As the thugs charged out into the doorway, they shut the door behind them...
Silence fell upon the room. Minutes passed, and no more thuds came from outside... Had they won?
Just then, the bulb flickered out, coating the room in a dark veil, and the door opened albeit sluggishly. A silhouetted outline of a figure stood in the doorway, light cascading in behind them... Blood pools barely were visible in the doorway. The sound of drops hitting the floor spoke volumes more than the figure actually did.
"...Boss? That you?" Silas reluctantly called.
A yellow dot found itself fixated on Silas' head, the vagabond could see the trail from where he sat.
"Back away from the peddler in the chair, NOW."
Silas raised his gun in defense, but the sound of a metal screech rang out into the room, followed by a clatter of something hitting the floor. He reluctantly backed up and raised his hands as the light flickered on... There she stood in the doorway, the action Silas had wished for, and Faust's ticket to the restored freedom they rightfully had before. A badge shone in the light, reading the name as-Vhalakis, and opposite it, Silas drew a second, smaller pistol.
"It's... Of course it's fucking Shar-"
With a second shot, Silas was silenced permanently, being reduced to something lying in the corner. The coroners could deal with him later.
The gun in her hands lowered to her side, before being put back in her vest. Blood, both hers and not, covered a majority of her clothes, creating an odd contrast to the green she wore beneath. She had not come through this fight unscathed, cuts, bruises, and even a few GSW's sat in non-vital parts of her body, yet still she stood.
She came over to the side of Faust, finally speaking, albeit pained and jagged.
"You're just who I was looking for... PD got a call about a missing merchant, said you were last seen being dragged here... And well, here we are. My patrol car is waiting out front for us."
She popped the old lock with relative ease, the chains came loose at last. Freedom was at hand, as she came back to Faust's front side, holding out to him his sacrosanct hat, untouched by the uncouth mess that lay around them.
"Sorry you had to witness that, let's get you home." She spoke.

Through every synapse rushed a feeling of burning, a sickening sensation... Whatever that liar gave her was not safe to digest, and it made all of her cuts and bruises feel worse than they already did. Despite how poorly the hempen rope was tied, the sheer delirium of this mystery drug pinned her into her seat. Oh how she wanted to move, yet she didn't feel like she could... At least it began to wear off, just a tad bit now, but by the time he was back... oh, he was in for a surprise.
Just then, the window shot open, and with the rustling of an all too familiar face, there was a slight shock in her eyes.
P-4076, Salem's once investigative genius turned pioneer sat upon the windowsill. The two were on a vacation, a small little trip to the beach for a day, when a supposed E-class (that's what P-4076 called him) came up and offered her a drink, It was a nice day, the shoreline was just glorious, and she was already three mint juleps in. What was a fourth going to do?
If she didn't already have a hangover, whatever that fucking con spiked it with gave her one that was ten times worse... it tasted like rat poison. Of course when she went to go remove the poison, she would be ambushed. Of course that E-class wasn't an E-class at all.
“Khady! What’d I tell you about talking to friendly notails that hide their letters?" P-4076 spoke out in a scolding concern.
"Not my fault I was already under the influence..." The hunter muttered.
With the collective sigh of the two, the drug began to fade. P-4076 muttered something that Khadyon couldn't hear, then rose her voice again to be heard.
“Hopefully the one that got you hasn’t done anything yet. Crusty and I are gonna find another way around, okay? Hold on tight. If you’ve regained enough strength, just kick ‘em in the shins. Us notails are built like twigs. =3”
Khadyon nodded her head, using her teeth to grab a concealed knife in her vest and drop it into her hands behind her.
"I'll see what I can do to snap these restraints... be careful, he's probably armed. Be very sneaky, and if he sees you, don't be afraid to have Crusty kick his ass."