Elisa soared across the sky, racing time and daylight to make it to the apartment in time. She didn't understand what she may be heading towards, but she understood gut instincts. If Goliath felt like Angela might be in danger, Elisa would do her best to get there to head it off.
Elisa alternately rose higher in the sky, only to fold her wings in to use her own speed and gravity to speed her up. Elisa landed on the small balcony outside of their windows, and hurried to slide open the window.
Luckily, the window was unlocked. Then again, why would it not be? Elisa glanced down at the street below. It was high enough up that they probably wouldn't be worried about anyone coming in that way, so why lock them?
Elisa hurried inside, and paused. Something wasn't right. It was too quiet. Too still.
And yet, she felt like someone was watching her.
"Angela?" Elisa called out quietly, and was met by an eerie silence. She, in an act of caution, left the windows open. There wasn't a lot of time left before sunrise, but if there was actually danger here, having the open would give her an added precious seconds where she could possibly get Angela to safety.
But there was nothing. Not a sound.
Elisa moved to the hallway, and crept towards Angela's bedroom. The door was closed, so Elisa knocked softly.
"Angela?" Elisa called quietly. She didn't want to wake her friend if she were sleeping, but…
Elisa reached out to turn the knob. She opened the door slowly, and found Angela laying on the bed with her back to the door. Elisa began to withdraw to allow her friend to remain sleeping, but then Elisa realized what was wrong with the scene.
Angela, having been home for hours, was still in her dress. Even her shoes were still on her feet.
Elisa froze, but could hear nothing. Cautiously, Elisa entered the room. The only light was coming from a small bedside lamp, otherwise the whole apartment was shrouded in darkness.
Elisa had just cleared the door when she heard a sound behind her. It was just the barest whisper of clothing, the scrape of a shoe on the carpeted floor, but it was enough for her to locate where the threat was.
In the next heartbeat, Elisa swung around. In a single move, she swung wide so that her tail slammed the door in the face of the person there and continued around to knock the lamp off onto the floor.
With the lamp in pieces, the room was once more shrouded in darkness. Elisa saw her friend jump, as if the sound had woken her.
The shout from the now closed door let Elisa know that the door had hit its intended target, but her time was short, especially if there was more than one person out there.
"Angela," Elisa dove for the bed. Angela had been bound, her hands tied in front of her, her mouth had been held shut with some kind of black tape, and she appeared to be half asleep. "Angela," Elisa tried again, giving her friend a frantic shake. "Wake up," Elisa begged.
Elisa dashed forward, with the intent to block the door in some way, but the door swung open with a tremendous bang. Something small came through the room, and there was a small explosion. Bright light blinded Elisa, while the smoke was making it increasingly hard for her to breathe. Ears ringing, head pounding, Elisa blindly made her way to the bed once more and scooped her friend up. Elisa lowered Angela into a corner, between her small dresser and the wall before turning to take a defensive stance to block her friend from danger.
She heard voices, and began to blindly strike out. She landed a few lucky hits, but was ultimately ineffectual towards them.
She felt a sharp sting, then two, in her arm, and looked down to see what she now knew was a pair of tranquilizer darts. Frantically, she removed them and tossed them across the room, but it did no good.
The room began to blur and sway in front of her. Her eyelids grew heavy, and she was no longer able to stay on her feet. Landing on all fours, still determined to protect Angela, she heard the crackle of a radio come to life.
"We got her, boss," a voice said, just as the world went black.