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Posted by Giant's Bane on Mar 9, 2013 19:25:42 GMT -6
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Feb 21, 2016 13:37:07 GMT -6
Bacchus sighed slightly loud enough to be audible when she started to back up, she still had some fight in her which was quite amusing but the time to fight wasn’t now and she wouldn’t be doing much if she tried to fight him. Bacchus was pretty sure if Isabel and the girls back home (who all currently wanted him dead) couldn’t hurt him he doubted red could.
”Can’t say it does hurt you…” Bacchus said as he took another step closer to the girl as he shrugged his massive shoulders. Reaching to the sack behind his back Bacchus pulled it free and pulled out some rope slinging it over his shoulder. ”Like I said before, it was requested. Meaning they wouldn’t care to much if you were short a leg… or an arm.” Bacchus said never intending to take it that far. If someone was shooting at him, that would be another story however Red here did nothing other than piss off some Russians with money meaning she was nothing more than a job.
”Now,” Bacchus opened the burlap sack and offered it up to her, ”Hop on in the sack or I’ll be forced to mother roo you.” Bacchus said walking towards her more now that she was on the ground due to tripping again. ”Like you have a problem staying on your feet or something… no matter problem is about to be fixed.” Bacchus said as he slid the sack over the girls legs and pulled it up quickly before he slung her over his back.
”Ulyesses, got the package. Bring the car around and get on the horn with them Russians let them know we will be keeping an eye on red till the money is transferred.” Shrugging his shoulders and shaking the sack slightly Bacchus tilted his head back as he talked over his shoulder, ”You hungry Red? I’d kill for a burger.”
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“F*** YOU!” Allison wasn’t sure how well her voice carried through burlap, but it couldn’t be that good at muffling sound, and she’d yelled loud enough to hurt her own ears. Hungry? Burgers? Ugh. Because kidnapping just wasn’t horrible enough, clearly; he had to be a petty ass about it, too, like it didn’t even matter.
Allison kept fuming as the guy carried her, then dumped her in what seemed from the sound and feel to be some kind of car, then carried her somewhere else, and fumed more when her attempts to kick and hit him through the sack had no apparent effect. Not that she’d expected them to, she couldn’t really move enough to properly kick or hit, and he’d been apparently unaffected by crushing a car with his body and momentum, but that just annoyed her more.
By the time Allison was left in a locked room, finally free of the sack but also distinctly lacking in anything that might lead to escape opportunities, she was even more furious, and every offer the kidnapper made was greeted with swearing and demands to be let out. She tried kicking him, too, but gave up when she kicked with the wrong foot and jarred her ankle, and sat in a chair (the room was bizarrely well furnished for a prison) instead. She kept yelling, though.
Several hours later Allison was still yelling any time the guy appeared, but the length had been steadily going down from rants to a few phrases as he failed to react or let her out. She would have stopped entirely, really, but she was frustrated and exhausted and irrational anger was the only way she wasn’t crying yet, and she was not going to cry in front of him.
Posted by Giant's Bane on Mar 15, 2013 18:46:48 GMT -6
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Feb 21, 2016 13:37:07 GMT -6
”Knock knock!” Bacchus said making sure she wasn’t on the toilet, the door into her room was heavy and awkward to move and the lock on it was towards the top so even if someone managed to find out where they were keeping the girl between him and the door they were going to have a hell of a time getting to her. Though the only ones who knew where she was at this point were just he and Ulysses who was tired of trying to be nice to her after all she did take a swing at him when she was in the burlap sack.
Unlocking the door and pushing the door open using his great strength Bacchus lumbered into the well-furnished room, ”I brought Pizza!” Bacchus said lifting two large plates of the stuff and setting one down on the table he left in there for her along with a bed, fully stocked dorm fridge, a toilet, a sink, and a television set. ”How are you today Sheila? Ankle any better?” Bacchus asked pulling one of the chairs away from the table so he could sit in it. The chair groaned with his weight and he shifted slightly making his density less so the chair wouldn’t break.
”I brought Ulysses with me today, he said he wants to take a look at the ankle.” Bacchus turned his massive head and stared down the girl, ”Be in your best interest to let him look this time without kicking and screaming this time around, I know you were in the sack, but that was just plain rude.” Bacchus said taking a slice of the pizza and biting into it. ”and I’m just here because I didn’t hear you telling for a bit and got worried.” Bacchus said truthfully. He’d been a prisoner many a times and it was always nice to have someone to talk to even if it was one of the people who kidnapped you in the first place.
“May I have a look at your leg please? I just want to make sure it isn’t anything long term.” The chimp said striding in after Bacchus making sure not to speak until Bacchus was done talking. The last time he tried to help the girl she nearly managed to hit him in the nose through the burlap sack and while he was stronger than the girl he was still shorter and a punch to the nose is a punch to the nose and it would have hurt.
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Allison was glaring already when the door opened, and did not stop at the entirely too cheerful greeting. She was not eating anything he brought in, even if her stomach did seem to be trying to stab her. Instead she growled “f*** you” again, and deliberately turned away, then almost immediately slid her chair back as he sat down much closer than she’d prefer. Well, she’d prefer that he not exist, strictly speaking, or at least that he was on another continent, but as long as he was in the room with her, she was keeping a certain minimum distance away from him.
Rude? Worried? Hmph. Allison flipped the guy off, still refusing to look at him. Screaming was rude? He’d kidnapped her. Honestly, no one was that stupid; he must be trying to be obnoxious.
The… chimp? Alright, so another mutant, or the result of a mutation, managed to earn a slightly varied response as she pushed the chair farther back. “F*** off.” Allison was starting to think she’d wear the word out soon, but the chimp was not looking at her ankle. She knew perfectly well it wasn’t permanent; that had always been clear, and even if it hadn’t been, it had been demonstrated in the hours… day? It seemed like that long, but it should have seemed longer if it actually was; had she fallen asleep? Anyway, her ankle had stopped hurting once she got off it and stopped kicking things with it; it was twisted badly, possibly sprained, but nothing that bad. And either way, no one who kidnapped her was getting to look at it; breaking it so she couldn’t escape seemed far more likely than concern. From kidnappers, did the pair honestly think she was stupid enough to believe they cared about her? Or else they were just trying to be annoying. Either way, Allison was kicking anyone who got near her, in whatever spot happened to be in reach.
Posted by Giant's Bane on Mar 23, 2013 14:43:49 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
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Feb 21, 2016 13:37:07 GMT -6
Bacchus let out a small and short laugh when she swore at him then Ulysses when he tried to look at her ankle. Bacchus looked to the chimp with a full mouth of pizza and shrugged. ”Just grab some ice from the cooler for her, can’t help her if she doesn’t want it… Ain’t that right Sheila?” Bacchus said ready to mimic her favorite phrase when she said it. Taking another bite of pizza Bacchus watched Ulysses shrug in return and walk out closing the door behind him.
”Might not look like much but he has three PH.D’s ones is in basic medicine, he just wanted to make sure you weren’t too badly injured.” Bacchus shrugged and pulled out a small flask from his pocket and the screwed off the top and took a swing then offered it to the girl before setting it down in the middle of the table in case she wanted some. ”How old are you?” Bacchus asked finishing his first slice and moving onto the next.
”Normally I don’t abduct people more of a smash and grab kind of guy,” Bacchus said taking another bite and not swallowing before he added, ”I’m curios as to why there is such a high price on your head, couldn’t have done anything that bad. You don’t look like a killer.” Bacchus said chewing his food and reaching for the flask again drinking a bit of whiskey before he continued. ”Nah, you look more like a little heartbreaker.”
Bacchus snapped his large fingers togther and then asked, ”You dated someone in the Russian mob or someone who knew someone. Broke his heart now they hired my big ass to round you up.” Bacchus asked wondering if he was close. Normally he didn’t ask questions about his jobs but this one wasn’t his normal type of gig.
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“Hmph.” Allison didn’t say her designated favorite phrase out loud, but she did flip him off again. Or the general direction his voice was coming from, anyway; she refused to look. It seemed to be the right response, though, or at least close to one; the chimpanzee “doctor” (which Allison didn’t have much problem with believing, really, it was his intent that she doubted) left. Now if she could just get the talkative one to leave, she’d… still be thoroughly unhappy, she was currently kidnapped after all, but she’d at least be a bit calmer. His second comment didn’t get a response either, though she almost snapped something at him about just how easy it was to turn medicine into poison if you knew what you were doing; Allison hadn’t even been to medical school and she knew that. If you knew a body’s limits, you knew how to manipulate them; the better someone was at healing, the better they’d be able to cause damage. It was true of anything, really; if an architect ever got mad at her, Allison was staying far away from bridges.
Well. If she ever knew an architect was mad at her, anyway.
The talkative kidnapper’s question got a much more visible reaction. Allison turned, a glare that was half intentional and half suspicion covering most of the worry in her expression. “Why do you want to know?” There were probably multiple things where her age would matter, but Allison could really only think of one where it might, and even for that it wasn’t really her age so much as her activities. Activities that were a lot more common with age though, and Allison knew there were plenty of people who wouldn’t believe anyone over fifteen wasn’t active.
So the kidnapper wasn’t normally a kidnapper. Well that was so reassuring. Allison wasn’t sure whether she was supposed to be flattered or what, but she didn’t really care, except that hopefully less practice at kidnapping meant she could escape more easily. That was forgotten in favor of eyeing the kidnapper again when he started speculating though; Allison didn’t like looking weak, but telling him she had killed wasn’t likely to make escaping easier. That thought was mostly buried in turn at his next idea, and Allison didn’t manage to hold back the derisive snort. Heartbreaker? Well, yes, technically, in high school. Every girl was at some point, she was pretty sure; once a boy decided they wanted you, you couldn’t refuse without being deemed a heartbreaker, not until they decided they wanted another girl, anyway. Still, she doubted that was it; she hadn’t dated anyone but Aura since she’d gotten to New York, and didn’t know of any men that had been interested… not in any way that had to do with hearts, anyway, and she and Megan had killed those three.
Still, now that the talkative kidnapper had brought the topic up, Allison did wonder why she was being kidnapped. Aura had killed what probably were Russian mob members when they met, but that was a long time ago; quite a bit longer than she’d expect from mob revenge, especially since she had wandered around on her own plenty since then. Meeting Megan was more recent, but still a while ago… if that was why though, Megan would probably be here too, since any other plans those three had come up with had been spontaneous as far as Allison could tell. And anything else… Allison had no idea what the Russian mob did, really, apart from general criminal things. Murder, kidnapping, drugs, human trafficking, tax evasion… Allison didn’t see why she would be a target for anything, more than anyone else was anyway, unless it was because of Aura; she’d gotten the impression that the Order wasn’t well liked among the mobs. But that still didn’t explain what they wanted her for, and it wasn’t like Aura was in charge of the Order or anything, and…. “…I don’t know.”
Posted by Giant's Bane on Apr 11, 2013 20:41:08 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
437
0
Feb 21, 2016 13:37:07 GMT -6
Bacchus smirked when she gave him a look when he asked about her age. He was tempted to bust out laughing but he figured that would only make her yell her favorite curses again and to be honest Bacchus was tired of hearing the same words over and over again. ”Not why you think.” was all he managed to say as he stared at her longer, she was young or seemed like it and Bacchus wasn’t really into redheads any ways.
Bacchus put his pizza down and stood up the chair under him groaned slightly and screeched as it was pushed back, ”Well Red, not much either of us can do about it now.” Bacchus shrugged and started for the door before someone knocked on it. ”That be Lyss.” Bacchus opened the door and the chimp looking mutant wandered back in dropped some ice near the girl then headed back for the door. “Bacchus, they are on their way.” The chimp looked back to the girl was about to say something but instead shook his head and walked back out the door before Bacchus closed it behind him again.
”Sorry Red, I really am. You obviously did something to piss off the wrong crowd though and given the situation I can’t do much for ya other than make you comfortable. See I’m in need of money, and these guys are paying top dollar for you so I guess try to enjoy whatever time ya got left.” Bacchus said trying to sound sincere as possible. He wasn’t any good at the whole being nice thing on job especially when someone was the job so he felt out of place when he was trying to comfort her.
Opening the door again Bacchus looked back to the girl, ”Oh and I told ya before I have been in your shoes meaning I know the best ways to escape from a building. Good luck.” Stepping through the door Bacchus closed it behind him and locked it.
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Allison glared back at the talkative kidnapper; she didn't know whether he was right in his guess about what she thought or not, but either way she wasn't trusting (or answering) him. Apart from the whole being a kidnapper thing, and how he'd pretended to be helping her at first, that staring was creepy.
She paid just enough attention to the ice to kick it away when it was dropped near her. Which really was petty, there wasn't much he could do to hurt her with ice (unless it was dry ice, in which case it would be vaporizing and creating fog, not slowly melting into a puddle). But she didn't want to accept anything from them; being kidnapped was obnoxious enough when she could just blindly hate the kidnappers, and not owe them anything. Not even tiny things.
The glare switched back to as he apologized. Really? Sorry? Clearly he wasn't that sorry, or he could have, you know, not kidnapped her. There were plenty of ways to make money that didn't involve kidnapping; for that matter, there was at least one way Allison knew of to not need money. And she was pretty sure the Mansion would be equally inclined to help any mutant they came across. Kidnapping might not be his daydream, but he clearly didn't mind that much.
And that... was ominous. Enjoy the time you have left? Hadn't he been speculating about rejected crushes, or did this mob regularly murder girls who turned them down? Or just murder everyone they wanted for any reason other than rejecting one of them?
...Well either way, hopefully it would be more time than the kidnapper thought; Aura would have to notice she was missing soon, and there was no way she wouldn't be able to kill them, as soon as she knew to. For that matter, ink wasn't exactly a rare thing to find; if they didn't know what she could do with it, or assumed she had to know it was there to control it... well, knowing it existed helped, definitely, but Allison could just keep calling all the ink in her (very small, damn it) range to somewhere just over her, then let it drop. That would be noticeable. And once she had it, she could deal with them.
And in the meantime? Allison was not backing down. "F*** you!" followed the kidnapper out of the room again.
Posted by Giant's Bane on Apr 18, 2013 20:57:11 GMT -6
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Feb 21, 2016 13:37:07 GMT -6
Even through the reinforced door his enhanced hearing picked up on the girls words. Bacchus smirked to himself and let out a small one syllable laugh, ”A fighter that one… kinda reminds me of…” Bacchus shook his head and pushed his current train of thought out of his mind. ‘They don’t want you around anymore ya big ox, not sense….’ He looked down at the floor then found himself making a tight fist one capable of snapping human bones like twigs if he had any around. ”Damnit!” Bacchus cursed to himself throwing the fist at the nearest wall going clean through. Luckily his hand was the oppisite wall from red’s cell otherwise she’d have a nice window to look through.
Muttering to himself Bacchus walked away from Red and her inescapable cell (for her at least) to find Ulysses and the Ruskies he was entertaining till he got near. A few seconds passed and Bacchus found them at the entrance of the warehouse they were in possession of, ”Evening Gentlemen.” Bacchus said making sure to leave the good out of it his mood soured slightly since he punched the hole in the wall. ”Can I get you two anything?” Bacchus asked figuring Ulysses already asked them. Neither he nor his simian friend was going to bend over backwards for these Mob guys but they both knew they could catch more bees with honey.
“Nyet, we have just come for the girl… your furry friend here says she is in one piece and well yes?” The first Russian said making it sound more like a command than anything else. Bacchus shifted on his he feet still looking down at the two. ”Ulysses,” Bacchus started making sure they knew his furry friend’s name ”has been making sure she is all aces. She sprained her ankle but when he tried to wrap it in ice she threw a bit of a b*****-fit.” Bacchus looked to Ulysses and nodded his head, ”I go it from here buddy.” Ulysses departed the room happily enough. Bacchus almost thought he was going to skip out of the room. The both had a strong dislike for anyone similar to these two. The mob type ruined his life back home he’d be damned if they tried to do it here as well.
“Ah good!” the first one said, he was shorter than the two of them and was fatter as well. It was clear he was the one that was going to be doing all the talking. The other one who was bald about a foot shorter than Bacchus just stared at the giant trying to size him up. ”Tell your comrade to look elsewhere, I’m not his type mate.” Bacchus said turning slightly his skin already turning to that of a rhino’s hide. ”She’s a lil’ spitfire this one,” Bacchus said walking back towards the cell where she was keeping her both Russians followed him back one far more angry than the other. ”Mind if I ask what she do to deserve a pick up from the likes of me?” Bacchus asked knowing it was bad form but couldn’t help himself from asking.
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"And you are Lily?" That was... not as long as Allison hoped. Not anywhere close to it. Her sense of time was a bit screwed up, and not the most accurate anyway, but she'd been hoping for something more like a few days. This was definitely not that.
Well, she still wasn't backing down. Allison glared at the men with the talkative kidnapper, especially the one who'd spoken, then deliberately turned away and stared at the wall. She didn't leave the chair though; her ankle was mostly better, but provoking it still wasn't a good idea.
The man who'd spoken stepped across the room and backhanded her across the face. "You don't have the luxury to ignore us."
It wasn't that hard. Allison winced and bit her tongue, but managed not to make a sound. That didn't stop her vision from blurring with fury as she glared at him.
"Are you Lily?" He scowled when she didn't answer, the first unpleasant expression he'd directed at her, and tried to hit her again.
This time she expected it; instead of being hit Allison tipped the chair backwards so his hand hit her leg, and rolled over her head as the chair crashed on the floor. She was closer to the wall than she'd like, she had to stop abruptly with her back thumping into it, but she was on her feet and he hadn't properly hit her.
He was not pleased. A snapped "hold her, Greg," was all it took for the other man to move toward her. From one side; he apparently wasn't going to try going over the chair. Allison drifted toward the side he wasn't coming from. Which meant putting the table between herself and the door, but oh well.
The shorter one followed her toward that side, but didn't actually move toward her. Allison was perfectly aware she was going into a corner, but didn't care; it wasn't like she had better options at this point. None of the men seemed concerned at all; both the new ones were walking her into the corner.
Allison could take advantage of that. When the taller one was about twice arms' length from her she bolted, heading for and rolling over the table. That screwed with her balance a bit, and landing sent a shock into her feet and up her legs, but not so she couldn't keep moving. The room wasn't that large, if she got out the door--
Ow. That... was not a backhand so much as a punch. Apparently the taller one was faster than she thought. Allison gasped from where she was suddenly on the floor; she'd probably cried when she was hit, but hadn't heard. She did hear the shorter one walk over, and feel when he kicked her onto her back. "Which ankle was it, you said she hurt? This one?" The ankle he stomped on wasn't the one she'd twisted, in fact, but it hurt more than enough to produce another cry of pain. Better than the sob it almost was, anyway.
"Now." The shorter one's expression was pleasant again as he ground his foot onto her ankle. "Are you Lily?"
"Yes." At least Allison got the word out, even if it was gasped and full of pain. And possibly honest, even; Lily was her middle name, and she'd used it some. At least that got rid of the rejected crush option. Really though Allison mostly cared that 'yes' was probably the answer he was looking for.
"Better." A gesture as he stepped off her ankle, and the taller one hauled her up so she was standing. Not that it made any difference; there was no way Allison was getting out of the grip bruising her arms. She glared at the shorter one anyway. "You control ink?"
Definitely forging, then. Allison was going to have to find Markus and find some way to make clear how displeased she was. It took a few seconds for her to run through possible answers; enough for the shorter man to raise his hand again and Allison to flinch before answering. "Yes."
He... well, his mouth turned up, but Allison wasn't inclined to call that a smile; there was too much smugness and superiority in it. "Very good. You will be working for us then. It is in your interests not to cause more trouble."
Definitely figuring out a way to hurt Markus. Allison supposed it was better that she wasn't being killed, technically, but that didn't make her grateful. She considered the shorter man for a moment, until he started to turn away and she straightened as much as she could. It would be worse now, but they couldn't kill her, or hurt her too badly, so she wasn't in much danger, and they had no use for her if she didn't cooperate. "You can't make me." Defeat, anger and certainty weren't as impossible a mix as they would seem.
The shorter man turned back toward her. This time the backhand barely hurt, compared to the way her ankle was still pulsing. "Yes, we can."
Posted by Giant's Bane on Apr 28, 2013 16:59:20 GMT -6
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Feb 21, 2016 13:37:07 GMT -6
Bacchus followed the two Russians into the room where red was waiting and almost instantly he felt his weight change and his skin thicken, the way they carried themselves into the room was the first thing he didn’t like. The fact that they acted like they owned her was enough to make the giant’s skin boil however they didn’t stop there. Slowly Bacchus watched as they encircled her and continued to hit her and abuse her. He felt his fist tighten enough to break bones and he imagined himself snapping the neck of the shorter talkative one as he started to question Red.
He opened his mouth when they stepped on her ankle and she let out a gasp as she said her name was Lily. Bacchus shut his mouth and his face started to tighten to a look of aggression. He did nothing though other than slowly bring his hands behind his back never removing his eyes from either of the Russians as they continued to question the girl.
In his mind he swung his hand down and crushed the other into a jelly pulp. ”Right…” Bacchus started as he took another step closer as the bigger one reached up for another strike no doubt to keep her afraid. ”Appreciate it if you pay me before you beat her into a pulp.” Bacchus said his hand catching the big guys wrist in a tight fist. The bigger Russian looked back at Bacchus with disgust and tried to wretch his arm free with no luck. Bacchus just stared at the little Russian with a straight-laced expression.
Allison glared at the kidnapper. Not that she wanted to be hit, of course, but she didn't particularly want to be rescued either, not by the same person who'd put her into the mess in the first place. Nor did she like the implications of that 'before,' even if they had already been obvious. It didn't make a difference though; the shorter mob guy pulled out a phone and sent a text message, then stared at it. Allison couldn't get out of the taller one's grasp, even though he was now only holding her with one hand. That only took a few seconds to prove, and the grip he did have became even more painful. Allison winced, then used her now free hand to slap him. Not the smartest move, but....
...The kidnapper didn't let him go. The taller mob guy tried to hit her back, and the kidnapper didn't let go of him. Allison had no idea why, but she wouldn't complain. Instead she hit him again, tried kicking him and discovered that was a bad idea with a freshly stomped on ankle. She ought to have hurt him, she was a runner after all, by she hurt herself just as badly.
Before she got her balance back, the mob guy let go. She stumbled to the side, mostly due to a lack of balance and partly to avoid the punch that was obviously coming. Instead, though, the mob guy was thrown away; Allison tried to take a step back, but the kidnapper picked her up anyway.
Allison didn't bother fighting. If a car couldn't stop him, she certainly couldn't. Instead she curled in so her eyes were pressed against her knees; she wasn't sure if the pressure actually detered tears or just absorbed them as soon as they formed, but either way they wouldn't be seen. That was the important part. She could do more later, when there was at least an illusion of it mattering. Right now, she just didn't have the emotional energy to make herself fight any more. She would again, later, just... later.
Posted by Giant's Bane on Apr 28, 2013 20:30:49 GMT -6
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Feb 21, 2016 13:37:07 GMT -6
There were few rules Bacchus lived by, not many but hitting women or kids in front of him was probably at the top of the Giant shifter’s ‘no-no’ list and he was getting fed up with the Russians. It was bad form to grab someone in this capacity who was on the verge of paying you. Bacchus knew this but didn’t care. Before he could hit the girl again in front of him he tossed him aside and scooped up Red or Lily or what ever her name really was. She was scared now and while he should care she was starting to remind him of a someone back home one of the few that were still thankfully alive.
Bacchus scooped the girl up in his arms and his arm grew slightly enough to hide Red from the two Russians who were so keen on hitting her. ”See I went through the trouble of rounding this lil’ Sheila up in next to perfect health and while I keep her safe waiting for ya you show up and start beating her like the deal was already made.” Bacchus stared them both down for a few good long seconds trying to ignore the girl who was crying in his arms.
Clearing his throat loudly so they couldn’t hear her cry Bacchus continued throwing a lare finger at the biggest Russian. ”Now I suggest you blokes wire the money or else I’m gonna have to take her to your boss, letting him know you two are both refusing to pay “The Giant” seriously doubt you want that over your heads…” Bacchus said waiting for them to give him what he wants so he can now reluctantly give them what they want.
A few seconds passed and the bigger Russian did nothing other than reach for something inside his jacket. ”Mate, if your reaching for a gun I’ll shove it so far up your ass you’ll be coughing bullets.” the shorter one grabbed the bigger one by the arm and muttered something in russian to tell his pal to not be reckless or something of the like. “Of course! Forgetting my memory! You want money, yes?” the guy asked which resulted in a simple nod from Bacchus. “I”ll make call now and have funds transferred to your account!” the short Russian said reaching for his phone.
Bacchus still held Red in his arms and the longer he held her the longer he didn’t want to let her go with them. She was just a scared little girl… Bacchus shifted his gaze and thought of something else till he heard Ulysses wander in the room. “Funds are a go.” The simian said slightly nodding to Bacchus knowing the giant was starting to have second thoughts about this. ”Here she is…” Bacchus said handing her off to the bigger Russian. ”Tell your boss I’ll keep an ear out if he needs an extra hand.”
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