Chaaaapter 3!

Amelia: ...Congratulations. -Sarcasm-

Geez. What's got your yarnball in a knot?

Amelia: ...-Glare-

...Nevermind. o.o Let's go!

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She struggled against the grasp she was now in, making mangry, muffled protests through the rough cloth tied round her mouth. Her wrists, too, were bound with sturdy rope, but that didn't slow her in the least. After a moment of flailing and thrashing, her high heeled boot made contact with someone's jaw, and she heard a satisying thud as her victim was knocked off balance. Unfortunately, it wasn't the brute holding her - it was the one beside him. The one in whose grasp she was so tightly held now dropped, or rather threw her against the wall.

Amelia made another muffled sound of pain, something like a cough, and fell forward to her knees, grimacing. She turned her narrowed eyes upward at her two captors, attempting to use the wall behind her as leverage in order to get to her feet with both hands out of use. Once standing, however, the man, if he could be deemed as such, who had formerly carried her now pinned her against said wall. "Calm down, missy," he growled.

Missy? Missy? She gave him another evil glare, and brought her knee up to his stomach. He coughed, stumbling back, and she dodged out of the way of a backhand from the other.

"She's a pain in the--"

"It doesn't matter what she is. We got orders for 'er capture, and that's jus' what we're gonna do," interrupted the first, whom she had introduced to her knee. Amelia flattened her ears back again, defiantly. She didn't plan to make this easy for them.

She tried to wriggle her head out of the gag - she wanted to talk. What was going on? "Who are you?" she demanded, having succeeded in her attempt to free her mouth. "What do you want with me?"

"It's not really what we want with you, sweetheart."

Amelia tensed again at the new sweet-talk nickname. "Then why, my...good..man, am I here?" asked the former Captain, sarcasm lining her feminine, accented voice. Her back, she was sure, was bruised from the impact with the wall. It ached now, but she shoved aside the pain.

"Orders," said the second.

Well, that was rather vague. She pursed her lips in annoyance. "Who gave you those orders, and why?" She pronounced each word slowly and clearly, as though speaking to two extremely slow toddlers. This of course, angered them further, and the first took her somewhat delicate-compared-to-either-of-them chin in his large hand.

"You shouldn't back sass your superiors."

"Superiors," she echoed with a harsh laugh. "When I see one, I shall be sure to tell you, gentlemen."

"Why don't we just toss her to the stars and deal with Doppler himself?" sighed the second.

Her ears perked as she tilted her head slightly under the man's slackened grip. Delbert? This was about...Delbert? "What are you talking about?" Her eyes narrowed once more, and her sharp canine teeth - ironic name for them, actually - bared themselves when her jaw clenched.

"Looky there, Hunt," laughed the first. "Little Miss Kitty is angry with us." He grinned lopsidedly at her, and had she been any less dignified, surely Amelia would have bitten him without another thought.

"You use one more smart nickname and I am quite sure you'll regret it, gentlemen," she said, forcing the words through gritted teeth, though making her voice a deadly calm quite a few had learned to fear. She was growing more uneasy by the minute. They had mentioned elbert, but what did this have to do with him? Was she a hostage for something regarding a need for his cooperation? If that were the case...She would not be used like that.

"That so, Miss Kitty?"

"I warned you," she growled. Amelia moved to show them what she meant, but she was caught by the second, "Hunt," and he slammed her back against the wall again. "Maybe the Kitty doesn't understand," he said, his face close to hers.

"Maybe the Kitty would appreciate it if the rat got out of her face," said Amelia, now having a harder time using her strained voice to speak through the increased pain of the inevitably enlarged bruise.

"Why, you--"

"Stop. We were told to bring her to him. Alive." The first man pried her out of Hunt's grasp. "But look here, Miss Kitty," he added to Amelia. "Depending on the attitude you show him when we get there, and depending on whether or not that dog of a husband you have cooperates...You may want to start sayin' your prayers now."

"Really." She glared at him, lips pursed in a disgusted expression. "I have no intention of allowing the man you evidently speak of talk Delbert into anything at my expense. I will not. Be made. A pawn."

"You just keep holdin' on to that notion, Miss Kitty. If it makes you feel better." He lifted the gag over her mouth again with a sarcastic smile, and picked her up once more at they set off. Again, she started struggling, but her bruised back slowed her protests a bit, and she wasn't able to make contact with her foot again. Resignedly, she relaxed to simply be dead weight in the man's arms, staring at the star filled sky with anxiety etched on her face.

What do they want with him?

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AHAHA! You'd like to know, wouldn't ya'?

Amelia: Yes. What are you planning in that degraded adolescent mind?

I can't tell you that. o.O

Amelia: You don't have any idea of where you're taking this, do you?

Not true! I just don't wan'na tell you. End of story. Capiche? Good.