"This is original." Takuto groaned as the men tied the three Black Fox members into chairs.
"Yeah, come on at least be a little creative." Hiro added, wincing as the blonde tying him down tightened the ropes binding his wrists.
"You three just sit tight. The boss will be here any minute." The larger one grunted, the three men stepping back and disappearing through a door. Leaving the three of them sitting in the middle of a room. A column of windows behind them let the rising moonlight shine in on her, illuminating the small room. It wasn't anything fancy, just an empty space that looked to have been previously an office area. They had brought the three Black Fox members to a large warehouse, where Dylan assumed their base of operation was. If what she had heard correctly from Hiro earlier, Tatsuro was trying to locate this very warehouse, and she mentally crossed her fingers.
Dylan's initial thought was that they could try to escape, but with only the door and the windows nearby, there would be no possible way to escape. Rope was binding into Dylan's skin roughly. Attempting to move her arms, her rib region protested angrily, unrelenting to her movements. She cried out and stopped.
"Dylan, don't push yourself! You're still hurt you know!" Hiro scolded.
"Well just what do you suggest we do?"
"For right now, nothing. No need to get our heads blown off for being rash. The guys know that we're missing and Tatsuro knows where this place is. We just need to wait."
"I don't know about you guys," Takuto said, "but I'd personally like to meet this boss of theirs. Possibly place an employee complaint on his little goons."
Dylan looked over at him. "How's your head?"
"Hard as a rock as usual. Little blow like that wouldn't do much to it." He answered.
She glanced around, trying to figure out where exactly they were when she heard someone opening the door. A tall man lumbered in through the door, closing it behind him with a grin on his face. As he came forward towards her, Dylan's vision centered in on him. Trying, yet again, to focus on anything but the painful sensations wracking her body, so she studied him. He looked to be as tall as Kenshi was, possibly an inch or two shorter. Dylan couldn't be sure from where she sat. Jet black hair was combed over greasily on the top of his head, making his hair look shiny in the dim light. The beginnings of a beard washed over his rather sharp looking jaw line, making him look older. More tired looking. But his eyes pierced into hers, two globes of the darkest emerald she'd ever seen.
"The Black Foxes, we finally meet." The man's deep voice rumbled, sounding almost amused.
"Who are you?" Dylan demanded, trying to sound fierce but failing miserably as the effort caused her head to feel light.
The man grabbed a chair from across the room and pulled it in front of her, lowering himself down into it. He crossed his legs eloquently, like that of an established businessman. The air of confidence radiating from him almost choking her. In fact, as Dylan further inspected him, he looked more like a businessman. Fancy label suit that appeared to be freshly pressed, expensive looking cuff links on his wrists, and a repulsive smell that could only be that of a high-end cologne.
"You must be the infamous female Black Fox. What a pleasure." He purred.
"Well you got us here, what the hell do you want?" Takuto said loudly, pulling the man's attention from Dylan.
"Yeah, and who are you?" Hiro persisted.
The man chuckled. "Fair enough, I guess I should at least give you that one. I am Kyoto, leader of this fine establishment."
"Some establishment." Dylan said venomously.
Kyoto turned his attention back to her with an amused smile. "You know, for someone who just survived such a nasty car accident, you sure are feisty."
"Feisty would be a nice way of describing how I am right now." She snapped.
The whites of his teeth emerged from beneath his lips as he smiled, and leaned forward towards her. "I like you, you've got gumption. Not many broads that I know that could take a hit like that and wouldn't be sobbing like a baby in the corner."
"I'm not most 'broads'."
He chuckled and licked his bottom lip. "I can see that."
"Um, hello? We're still here too you know asshole." Takuto said.
Kyoto chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Yes, I am aware."
"So what do you want with us?" Hiro asked.
"Well I obviously want you dead, but I just thought I'd bring you all in for just a little chat. See how the Black Foxes felt about finally getting caught, and by the wrong end of the law. But all of you aren't here just yet, so we'll just have to hang out and try to enjoy each other's company. I'd rather all of you be here when I have you executed. More fun that way."
"You get your rock's off that way?" Dylan hissed, anger seeping from her.
Kyoto leaned forward and grabbed her chin with his long fingers. "I do find you quite amusing though. Might keep you around just for fun."
"Over our dead bodies." Hiro and Takuto said simultaneously, and Dylan gave them each a soft smile. Still as fiercely protective of her as usual.
Hiro smiled over at Kyoto. "Besides, I don't think Kenny would let that one happen. I'd watch out if I were you."
"Well see about that." He purred, releasing Dylan's chin roughly. Before she could ask or say anything else, a phone began to ring from what sounded like his front pocket. His grin widened and held up a finger to her, like he was signaling them to remain silent.
He punched the answer button, holding up the phone in front of her and showing her as he pressed the speaker button option, and sat back in his chair. "Took you quite well long enough to call."
"Took me long enough to get your damned phone number, no thanks to you." Riki replied casually from the other end. Takuto, Dylan, and Hiro all exchanged glanced amongst each other, listening on to the conversation.
Kyoto chuckled. "I do apologize for that. You ready to turn in the last of your remaining members? Or should I just go ahead and shoot the ones I have here while you're still on the phone? Although, I think I might just have to keep this Dylan girl around, she seems like fun. Got a lot of spunk to her."
"How about none of the above?" Riki said, the subtle ferocity in his voice surprising even Dylan.
Kyoto stretch himself, as if he was bored by the conversation, the action infuriating Dylan. "I don't recall that being an option. You and your Black Foxes repeatedly took things from me, and you're wanting what? Time? Sympathy? Because you're not going to get it here."
Riki chuckled. "Oh no, because as I see it right now, you're the one in need of sympathy."
"How's that?"
"Well because, it seems that you only half-assed your little frivolous search for us."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
Riki chuckled again. "Because you forgot one very important detail about one of our members, one of the members you do not have with you."
Kyoto raised an eyebrow. "What would that be? I was pretty thorough in my little investigation into each of you. Right now I have your hacker, your master of disguise, and your little contortionist. The only ones missing now are you, the fireman, and the older gentleman." But as he spoke, a red dot appeared on his body. The dot moving about until it focused in on his right shoulder, and Dylan smiled.
"Oh but you forgot one thing"
Kyoto chuckled. "And what's that?"
"Our fireman is also our sniper." He whispered, and a shot immediately rang out.