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Pounding, pounding and throbbing, that's all Robin knew for what seemed like eternity. The others, his team, his friends; something went wrong, something about the mission was wrong, it didn't feel right. A flash, explosions, flames, gunfire, running, running, a thud and pain then nothing.
He opened his eyes with a start, they were badly out of focus, and his head hurt like hell, someone had whacked him, and damn hard. He realized he was in a big SUV or van, maybe a suburban, him and four other people, as his eyes came into focus, he kept his head down and continued to feign unconsciousness. The other people were all men, between their early 30s and late 40s, all wearing cheap suits; he was sitting in the middle of the back seat, with two men on either side of him, one driving, and one in the passenger seat. It was then that Robin noticed he was restrained, his hands were in front of him, his handcuffs linked to a chain around his waits, giving him four inches to work with at best, another chain made it's way from his waist down to a set of shackles around his ankles. 'Why am I chained up like this thought Robin in a moment of panic, this is only how they transport…' he came to a horrifying realization he was a prisoner. 'There has been some sort of mistake' he thought 'I'm a hero not a criminal.' then he noticed he was not in his uniform, he was wearing a navy blue jumpsuit. This meant no lock picks, no backup lock picks, and no backup's backup lock pick, but Robin thanked himself for being a very paranoid person, he had in all his crime fighting used his lock picks on many occasions, so really, they weren't that secret, but in his attempt to cover all bases, on this, Robin had success. He had, not but a month earlier, implanted a small lock pick, under his skin, between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand, and he wasted no time in digging it out. This was an extremely hard task to encounter without alerting the men to his being awake.
After several close call and what seemed like an hour he had it out and he got to work on the lock, which proved to be a much easier task than getting the means to open it. 'One hand free, Shit.' The man to his right had just noticed he was awake and that his right hand was free.
"Hey!" Yelled the man reaching for Robin, but he wasn't quick enough and got his blow blocked and was punched in the stomach taking away his breath. The man to his left began to pull out a gun, a 9mm pistol, while at the same time the man in the passenger seat had drawn a tazer-gun and was about to fire into him. Again, Robin was quicker and deflected the man's outstretched arm to his left as the man shooting. The two small prongs shot from the gun into the man on Robin's left, causing him to convulse and shot his own gun. The bullet ripped through the chains connecting Robin's left hand to his waist and went into the left side of the passenger's chest. He was thrown backwards and his arm hit the driver in the driver in the side, the startled driver cut the wheel hard and it through his head into the side window, knocking him out. The car came to a stop in the middle of a city street. Robin only hoped the other man was wearing Kevlar, as he quickly got rid of the rest of his chains, he noticed the other man was starting to wake up. Seeing no other options open to him he grabbed the pistol from the man who had been electrocuted and was now out cold. He put it flush against the man's head, stopping him in his tracks. "What is going on?" Robin demanded in a calm but forceful voice. "What were you doing?" He continued.
"You're a murderer, we're bringing you in." The man answered
"I'm no murderer!" Yelled Robin "Who the hell are you?"
"Special Agent Simon Keys, FBI."
"Bullshit! This is just some sick joke, some crazy plot. Who are you really working for?" Robin was in a rage at this point.
"It's the truth, I…" He stopped as Robin pulled the hammer back on the gun.
"Why would the FBI be after me?" Robin said almost laughing, "I'm the hero."
"Hero?" Keys scoffed "You killed your whole team."
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