(NOTE) hello dear readers,
I really hope that writing this, is not a waste. I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 36.
2: The Night Hunter.
Rengar wakes up in the morning hating himself for drinking last night, which meant hangover, a headache. He removes the hands from his body and leaves the bed heading for the kitchen. Her apartment is not that big, but she is freaking wealthy. He is looking at the probably too expensive portraits and the sculptured art work. She said she was an artist of some kind. The Ionian layout of the apartment is very relaxing. He finally finds the kitchen, that he had difficulty finding, even though he was here yesterday when he had picked the champagne.
Rengar stares at the clock on the wall above the sink, half past eight. For a long time, he hadn't heard from Jarvan, but the man contacted him yesterday informing him that two of his people wanting to meet with him. Who these people are, no idea. The last time he was at the FBI headquarters was when he and the Night Hunter had brought in the fifty leaders of the black list months ago.
He feels strong hands on his shoulders massaging him. He turns around and finds his boyfriend staring at him with wonderful eyes. "Good morning."
"Hey" he smiles and takes a sip from the glass of water.
"I got this appointment I have to be at, probably a new job" Rengar explains heading back to the bedroom to put on some clothes. The naked man follows behind him.
"I have to go back to the Freljord."
"That soon?" Volibear just returned three days ago and in these three days yesterday was the first when he could see him.
"Yeah, the national security is after my ass, the rebels are taking refuge at one of the islands near the northern side."
"National security? Is that bossy bitch Sejuani still around?" oh how many times he wanted to slit her throat.
"She is still around."
"When will you hire me to kill her?"
"I thought you were a Man Hunter."
"Woman have boobs, like this babe over here" He points at the now waking up woman who is stretching like a cat on the bed sticking her ass out.
"Wanna mess her up?" Volibear walks to the bed.
"Morning boys" she purrs and licks her lips then wraps her arms around Volibear.
#
Piltover Upper side
Caitlyn has been in a conversation with Malcolm Graves over the past thirty minutes, what remains of the hour is spent waiting for the contact. His name is Rene Garver, a man hunter specialised in tracking, another man hunter and that man hunter will help them find the hostage. Quite simple, but the problem is how they're going to find her.
She had payed the hostage's father a visit. She is a young surgeon female at the age of twenty. Abducted three days ago. Soraka Sol. Her father Aurelian Sol, is a well-known scientist in the field of astronomy who earned the title of the star forger due to the discoveries he made. They talked to the man and according to him, the kidnappers wanted to ransom his daughter or they will kill her.
Now Caitlyn thinks of the deal Aurelian Sol had make with Jarvan. What made the prince of Demacia and the head of the FBI accept this suicide mission? Oh secrets, secrets and she is in one mess of a hell. She has the complete freedom to decline, but a good chase, is a good chase. Besides the boys are more capable in taking care of the city even if she is to leave it, they know exactly that she will unleash hell on their heads if something bad happens in her absence.
"If we find this...hunter, they will make our job easy" Graves says taking a sip from his cola. They are both in a Café waiting for the man to show up.
"Do we know anything about the Hunter, like their gender maybe?"
"No, not even Jarvan knows their identity, some kind of a vigilante that takes jobs based on the FBI's hitlist."
"How can they have access to that?" unless they are also FBI, or Jarvan is keeping information from them, then this hunter is a hacker and doing a great job at it. Extremely intelligent, connections inside of the bureau. Which meant they can easily blend in without being suspected. A Demacian most likely. don't they have these 'pillar families' in Demacia...what do they call them again?
"I don't know, but they know their way around" Graves kind of a great help when it comes to investigating a vigilante.
The Cafe's door opens. A man in washed denim with soft pile lining jacket. Straight, slightly longer style with snap fasteners at front, side pockets and chest pockets. Dark blue Cargo pants and black boots in imitation leather with a double, ankle-length leg section. He orders something and scans the place.
His eyes are on each occupied table, searching. When he looks at the booth on the far end where she and Graves are seated, he smiles at her and winks.
His hair is garish giving him an old man look and it is coiffed to perfection. His eyes have the same startling clarity as a mountain stream and the lineaments of his face are perfect proportion to each other.
The stranger flashes a devil like smile to the barista who stutters as she hands him his coffee. He makes his way to their table and the man sits uninvited. Caitlyn looks at Graves who in return does the same.
"Rene Garver" he extends his hand to Caitlyn. His sapphires of eyes dipped in milky pools are locked on her eyes.
"Malcolm Graves and this is the Sheriff of Piltover Caitlyn Perkins" Graves introduces himself and Caitlyn as she takes his hand for a shake. But that wasn't needed. Introductions were made, the moment he spotted them.
He took off his heavy jacket and she can see the black t-shirt almost ripping due to his physique. A dog tag around his neck and he smiles, still looking at her.
She arches her eyebrow as if telling him 'what on the bloody hell are you looking at?' she had her legs crossed and arms too.
"We are looking for a man hunter" Graves finally speaks making them both break eye contact. She readjusts in the booth and he is staring her down. He rubs on the area below his lower lip as he looks at her for the millionth time.
"You are looking at him" and the way he said it, like he only addressed her.
"You two met before?" Graves asks almost startling her, well I wish. Caitlyn then clears her throat.
"We are investigating a kidnapping"-she starts kind of trying to get serious-"Soraka Sol was abducted four days ago and we are trying to track down the kidnappers" Caitlyn slides the file towards him and he is reading it carefully, professionally and his attention is undivided.
It takes him five minutes to read all of it and he rubs on his chin thinking "I assume I am not the man hunter you are looking for, or maybe you need one more."
"Jarvan can't contact them. He is usually the one being contacted."
"She is in Piltover right now" a female? And she is in Piltover?
"What is she doing here?" Caitlyn wants to know if the woman is on to something in her city. She is practically a vigilante roaming around doing gods knows what.
"I don't know, she doesn't talk about her private life, but she called two days ago asking for advice and there was a casual talk. She said she will be staying in Piltover for the upcoming week. Some family business if I remember correctly" Rene Explains and finishes his coffee.
"Please mister Garver we need her help" Graves lowly declares and the man is thinking again.
"First, I have spoken to Jarvan about the mission and I did accept. Second, please call me Rengar. And last, I will do my best to find her, but it won't be easy" He sets to what seems to her some rules. He takes out his phone "It is almost one at noon and she probably just woke up" To her the woman is more of a night man hunter and not just a man hunter. Which means she usually prefers night activities over day. Does that mean she has a day job? Or maybe other responsibilities, others are not supposed to know. She keeps her identity well hidden, which means she has a reputation to uphold.
"Anything else you know about her that might help us?" he nods.
"I know what she looks like beneath her mask, she calls herself Vayne."
"Is that her last or first name?" he shrugs "Anything else?"
"She said she came from Demacia, she doesn't talk a lot. Oh, and she is rich, not just rich like stupid rich. She has access to really spicy gadgets and she once gave me some."
"What kind?" Graves asks.
"The H. Technology type. Pretty rare. Usually the weapons are only Demacian government exclusive. I don't know how she gets them, but she is good" Rengar speaks of her as if he knows exactly who she is. they must have worked together before.
Caitlyn takes out her phone as he keeps on telling her what the woman looks like.
It rings
It connects
"Ruud, I need you to look someone up" Caitlyn confirms her theory and asks for a background-check. "Say the magic words, sheriff" and the young man awaits her orders
"Female mid-twenties, black hair and blue eyes. Demacian and last or first name is Vayne" she spells the name for him just in case he makes a mistake.
"You are going to have to be more specific, sheriff. I have four with the last name Vayne."
"What do you mean?"
"The Vayne family is a noble Demacian family. There are four females."
They are looking for a Man Hunter. Someone devoted to hunt. One of these females experienced something on her life that made her leave the lavish nobility, the rich life and choose to become someone which she cannot tell anyone about. Someone that experienced fear in all its colours and shapes.
"One of them should have something different form the others, can you find out what?" abuse, but that is rarely reported. A trauma that triggered anger, a family member's death.
"Shauna Vayne. She lost her parents when she was eight years old" that's it.
"What happened?"
"The report says a car accident. The girl wasn't in the car, she went missing for two days. She returned home and was found unconscious on her parent's bed" that is our Man Hunter.
"She arrived to Piltover two days ago by a private plane. I want you to find her for me."
"I will need time, sheriff. I will call you in an hour or two."
He hangs up and she closes her phone.
"You think he can find her?"
#
They have gotten the information they wanted. Rengar has confirmed her identity and it's time to meet the vigilante Hunter. Caitlyn also ran a background check on Graves, quite the trouble maker. A former Arctic Ops, she has never thought that these men would ever stop if they followed this line of work. They have the tendency to jump into the fray without thinking about the consequences.
Caitlyn and Graves are waiting in her car in front of the famous professor Himerdinger's laboratory
"heads up" she lifts her head from the files she was eyeing and looks at the direction Graves is pointing at. Bright silver Optima Hybrid car parks and a woman exits. She looks around at every corner of the street. The Hunter makes her way inside the building and they leave the car and walk after her.
They enter the apartment building and follow the woman.
"Take the stairs. I will stay with her" she tells Graves and she enters the elevator with the taller woman.
"Where to?" she asks Caitlyn and she sees that the woman had already choose her floor.
"The fourth" she answers, choosing a level higher.
The elevator arrives at the third floor and the woman exits, just before the door shuts, Caitlyn stops it with a gentle hand and exits. She walks silently after the woman. The hunter makes a turn and Caitlyn follows.
A gun was pointed at her head.
"Move a muscle and make a hole in your brain" she barely heard the threat. Damn it, she underestimated her. Caitlyn just wanted to test her, and it might be Caitlyn's death wish. How on hell am I going to start?
"Name is Cai-"
"Be quite" the woman stands behind Caitlyn and disarms her "Nothing personal sheriff, but I really don't want you in my way right now" the woman is really calm. It is like she is talking to a ghost. Someone that is not even standing there. No openings, no mistakes and she run her hands all over Caitlyn's body, disarming her from all her equipment.
"What are you planning?"
It was certain when the woman placed her hands where they didn't belong, that Caitlyn had to stop her. The Hunter makes a move and hides her gun.
"Play along" she says and her head is in Caitlyn's neck.
Out of the other side, three armed men showed and the one they are guarding is in the middle. That is Rocio, the head of the Mafia in Plitover. She was looking all over for that man. Caitlyn knows that the man will recognizes her, so she sinks her weight to cover herself into the woman, hiding her face.
More importantly, what is he doing in Himerdinger's laboratory?
"Fucking Muff Munchers" he says and spits their direction.
Caitlyn feels The Hunter moving away as soon as they neared. The one guard standing in the back pointed his gun at the Hunter. Caitlyn quickly pulls the woman from her neck and brings her in a kiss. The Hunter, surprised, eyes wide and then they knot in a frown. Caitlyn was no match for her strength, but she kept her from going in too early.
She runs her hand on the Hunter's waist, finding a gun. Caitlyn takes it and pulls away from the kiss. The woman's jaw goes tight as if wanting to kill her. The group of men pass them. Caitlyn counts from one to three and the Hunter gets the message.
Caitlyn fires the silent gun from between The Hunter's arm and side through her jacket. The bullet flies and catches the guard in the back of his head and he drops down.
The other two follow suit. Rocio takes off, but gets locked in place by The Hunter. It was quite impressive, but it was unnecessary to put that much of energy to just show off. The Hunter cuffs the man and stands up.
"Mind telling me why you did that?"
"You're the one who started it, and said to play along."
#
After questioning Rocio, they had to release him. There was no evidence of his involvement in any illegal activity. It is what made it hard for Caitlyn to catch him in the first place. A man that could clean up after himself.
He was about to visit the professor of some gun improvements, blackmail him and force him to work for them. The professor had contacted the Hunter for help, why would he ask her for help? Why not the police?
But then Caitlyn thought about the corrupt cop in her department, she is yet to catch. That is why Rocio knew all of her movements.
Vayne, the Hunter, took them to her apartment in Piltover. They sat in the huge living room. Vayne was reading the file.
"Where was she kidnapped?" She asks
"Zaun, she was applying for a job in the central hospital. She went to a grocery store and was picked up from there" Graves tells.
"Well, if we are lucky then the store should have some security cameras" Rengar plays with a knife. It is quite a nasty looking and was created to cut an un-healing wound. The kind that would twists by itself just by thirsting it inside.
"I have called the owner and he was happy to help us, he said that it was fine to come anytime we wanted" Graves adds and Rengar hums in acknowledgment.
"We should move fast then. Can you contact Jarvan and tell him to keep the father in check? If the father was contacted again, then we must hurry" Vayne looks at Caitlyn "You are in charge, right?" She says it with a lifted eyebrow, as if mocking her. Is she still mad about that that kiss?
Caitlyn ignored the fact that the woman is actually a good kisser and proceeded to answer the question. "Yes, if you all agree, that is" Graves nodded and Rengar is not the type to lead.
"Well then, off to Zaun."
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Thank you for reading and until the next chapter.