Alright. I'll give this one more chapter. If no one likes it after this chapter, I'll cancel the story. Don't worry I'm not mad or anything I just know when there's a story I can and cannot write, and this one seems to be loosing, but the other one is winning. This could be the last chapter so we'll see how this goes.

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Chapter Three

Aya stared at the dropped keys. He thought carefully about moving over to them. He could get himself free without them, but how do you explain that to the women. They all thought they worked at a flower shop. It was surprising that one of them didn't comment on Omi's courage when he is normally very shy and didn't look as if he could save a kitty from a tree. Aya plastered his usual emotionless face on him to hide the fact that he was concern for the youngest member even though he knew Omi could handle himself. His first priority was to help the remaining three tellers. Aya stared at the stairs for a few minutes before deciding that it was time to get those keys. He leaned closer to Yoji and whispered, "We need to reach those keys. It would be faster than picking these locks."

"Understood." He turned to the woman sitting next to him. "Sweetheart, we're getting out of here, but I need you to calm down first. Take a few deep breaths." Yoji patiently waited until her breathing was a bit shallower and calmer. Even though she still sniffled, Yoji knew she couldn't get any calmer. "We're going to move as a group to reach those keys. Alright? Can you pass the message to Sakura?" The woman nodded before leaning slightly towards Sakura. Yoji heard the faint whisper behind him. He knew that Ken was calming Mia.

Finally after a few minutes and struggle to rise, the group moved carefully over towards the keys. All remained as quiet as possible and stumbled over each other with their haste, but they all managed to make it. Aya leant down and picked the keys up. Quickly unhooking everyone, he turned towards the frightened women. "You three get out of here. We're going to see if we can help the other two," he explained.

"What? Are you crazy! You could get them and yourselves killed. Let the police handle this," Mia nearly shouted.

"Don't worry, hon. We're just going to sneak down the stairs and take a peek. Go, the police will help you," Yoji said, giving them a small push out the door. He walked back over to the other two. Ken was putting gloves on since he didn't have his weapons. "I'm tired of playing the victim. Let's go kick some ass." Yoji also put gloves on and stuck a cigarette in his mouth, not lighting it.

"Easy, Yoji. There's a reason why they left those keys. Let's take it slow." They carefully descended the stairs, hearing nothing. When they reached the bottom, Ken's stomach became uneasy. There was no one. None of the robbers or any signs of their captives.

"What the hell happened to them?" Yoji said, walking around. The room looked as if nothing was out of place. There was no door that they could escape from. He stuck his head in the huge safe, seeing the black bags. "Guys, look."

He threw the bags of money out of the safe, watching it spread across the floor. "This was obviously not a robbery. It was a kidnapping. It couldn't be Cindi. But, who would want Omi." Ken started back up the stairs before the police caught them down there.

"You think this is related to his accident?" Yoji put the unlit cigarette back into his pack.

"I wouldn't be too surprised," Aya replied, standing by the stairs. The police stormed through the doors. Instantly the three men put their hands up in the air. "No one is downstairs. They got away with our co-worker and a teller, but they dropped the money," Aya explained, wanting to give his statement quickly so they can contact Manx. Clearly Ken and Yoji were thinking the same thing because within an hour they were on their way back to the flower shop.

Omi received another push in the back. He noticed that the four men dropped the bags right before entering the small crawl space leading out of the bank behind a dumpster. A sewer lid was already pushed open. Dropping into the sewers, the robbers pushed them further through the horrible smelling area. Two robbers walked in front of them while the other two walked behind them. Omi twisted his wrists again, attempting to get feeling back into them. Cindi whimpered beside him. He felt pity for the poor woman and wondered why they chose to take her and him. "Don't be scared. I'm sure the police are looking for us," he whispered. The woman didn't say anything in return, but she did stop whimpering for the time being. The man pushed Omi again, causing him to snap. "Alright! I had enough! Obviously robbing that bank wasn't your priority. Which one of us are you after?"

One of the men smashed the gun into Omi's face, causing his eyes to water, and he fell to the ground. "I told you to get used to that position." The man grabbed his hair and yanked it back. "You are going to listen to us, or else I'll take all my rage out on that woman. Got it?" Omi nodded as best as he could. The man pulled him up and pushed him again. Cindi glanced at Omi with concern flashing all over her face. He smiled at her while he tried wiping the blood on his shirt.

They continued to walk for another half hour before the two men started to climb the ladder up to another opened sewer lid, hidden behind a truck. They moved quickly into a door, revealing a white and green kitchen. They were pushed down the stairs obviously leading to a basement. Cindi was taken away by one of the men as Omi was pushed into another room.

The leader walked in just as the man chained Omi up to the bed. He sat on the edge taking his mask off. Omi's eyes widen. "You! I nearly hit you with my bike."

"Oh, I know that. Thank you for the thrill. Guess you didn't expect to run into a psycho, huh?"

"What do you want?"

"You don't get to know that."

"What could you possibly want from me? I'm just a florist."

The man slapped Omi and stared at him. "If I were you I wouldn't speak so much." Omi licked the blood from his lips. "I'm going to explain some rules to you. If you remain quiet, I won't have to come down here and gag you. Trust me. It might not be just a cloth." Omi's eyes widened, but he didn't say anything. "Now as for my original threat. It's the same here. If you do anything that pisses me off, I'll take your punishment out on Cindi. Understand?"

Omi nodded and relaxed his arms so the handcuffs won't cut at his wrists. The man left the room, leaving the youngest member to his thoughts. After a few minutes when he was sure that no on would enter the room, he arched his back in order to attempt to grab the lock pick out from behind his ear. He tried several times before giving up for a few minutes to relax his aching arms. He thought back to the night that he crashed the bike. He remembered dragging the man out of the middle of the street. He was riding back to their meeting spot when he cut the corner too sharp and nearly ran into a man trying to cross the street, sending his bike into a nearby wall. He remembered the shocked, scared face. He apologized and walked over to the pile of parts that was now his bike. When he turned around, the man was gone. He thought that was the end of it, but apparently he was wrong. Now he was caught and trapped by that man. Omi closed his tired eyes, hoping that his friends would get to him quickly. But, until then, he was determined to free himself.

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I hope that chapter is better. Again if you don't like it let me know, and I'll cancel the story. But, if you like it, then I'll continue. There are seven chapters left just so you know. Thanks for reading please review.

Angel Dove