Few hours after blacking out
The smell of rust filled the air. Sounds of metal lightly clanging against each other stirred the concussed Sheriff from the blackness. Everything was blurry, but brightly lit. As her vision started to focus, she got a better look of her surroundings. It was a basement of some kind. There were those windows right at the surface of the root that let you look out onto the ground of the outside world. Of course there wasn't an outside world, all the Sheriff could see was another building's alleyway. Her brain told her to move, but her body couldn't. She looked down and noticed she was sitting in a steel chair that seemed to be bolted into the ground. Her arms were duct taped in front of her, yet her feet were not. Sloppy tie-up job, must be dealing with another lowly gang. Where's my rifle?
She look around, and didn't see her weapon anywhere within her cone of vision. What she did see were news articles and posters about Dr. Mundo. They were organized and stapled by date and symmetrically on a bulletin board on one side of the wall. On the other side was photos of his most recent matches as well as his old ones. Images taken at the moment of his first bloods, last bloods, or any kind of bloody encounter with another champion on the Rift. Not a cult, but not exactly simple admirers..
Her thoughts were interrupted by a sneeze behind her. Caitlyn jerked her head as far around as she could to get a look at who, and noticed out of the corner of her eye about two figures standing there leaning against a table. "You idiot, now she knows we're here!" a woman's voice spoke. Caitlyn did not hesitate to get down to business, "Who are you, why did you kidnap me, I have done nothing wrong in your city." The woman walked into Caitlyn's field of vision, she recognized her as the woman from the alleyway, but what she also noticed was that she was walking with great posture, a confident demeanor. She was wearing jeans and a clean white tank top with no bra. The Sheriff could easily tell she had a C-cup chest, with the way they jiggled around as she put a little pep in her step in front of Caitlyn. There was no injuries on this woman, Caitlyn inquired immediately, "How are you walking so sturdy, I put a bullet in your knee, hollow point, you shouldn't even be able to crawl.." The woman smiled and bent over to get in the Sheriff's face, "That you did."
In the blink of an eye, the woman grabbed Caitlyn's head and rammed her own into the bridge of the Sheriff's nose. Caitlyn recoiled back in her chair, and grunted in pain. Tears started to swell up around the Sheriff's eyes from the pain, yet the Sheriff just responded with a cold tear filled glare back in the woman's eyes. Her breathing got heavy, she was trying to catch her breath through the sudden shock of having her nose broken. "That was for shooting you, stupid bitch. I should hit you again, for the two bullets you gave me. But I can recover a lot faster, and I'm sure that little injury here-" The woman gave a hard poke on the shattered nose of the Sheriff, causing her to wince and shriek quickly in pain, "-is going to heal wrong."
The woman motioned for those in the back of the room to come forward. There was three more figures standing there that Caitlyn couldn't see. In total there were five standing before her. Three women and two men. The men were heavyset, the woman skinny and petite. The Sheriff spoke up, "What is this, who are you, and why did you go through the effort of grabbing me if you originally thought I was just a tourist?" The woman who headbutted her tried to speak, but quickly collapsed into the arms of one of the men. "I'm fine, just hold me up...Ok listen here, you prissy little piltie. Edmundo is our savior, our guardian, our hero of the city. He's the reason for this city's glory, for its advancement, for its recognition among the rest of you disgusting dwellings you call cities. Someone has been just utterly decimating gangs around our city, asking questions about our city's idol, leaving a trail of bodies and destruction in her wake. All we know is that it's a female with pink hair.."
The Sheriff scoffed with a smile, "Well as you can see, I have dark indigo hair. Not pink. So if you could just release the League member you have tied up and battered against her will, I'll gladly leave your city and give you a nice two day head start on running before the Institute of War sends their agents into this city to track you down." The woman burst out into laughter, "You think you're going to make it out of here to report to them?! Bitch, you aren't going to make it out of this basement alive most likely. See, we don't take KINDLY, to our own denizens being killed and building demolished. Then some tourist walks into our city and starts asking more questions. See, the way I see it, this pink haired woman is asking about our hero, and you're asking about the pinkette. Sounds to me like you're covering your own tracks. Plus you were wearing one wig, what's to say you weren't wearing a pink wig?"
Caitlyn responded, "You think me with my meager frame and a sniper rifle would be able to take out numerous gangs and several buildings? Even with grenades and explosive rounds, I couldn't do that much property damage." The woman laid a hand on Caitlyn's head, and roughly ruffled up her indigo hair, "Yea see that's what's confusing us. We heard you were using some kind of mechanical gauntlets on your hands. Problem is, we searched your hotel room as well as your person, and we didn't find them. What we do have gives us a good idea that it's you, but we have some blanks. So here's what going to happen, you're going to fill in these blanks, all of them. Depending on if your information checks out, we're either going to give you a quick and peaceful way out of this world, your choice of course, we have injection, simple bullet to the head, we can snap your neck, smother you, drown you, etc etc. Or if we're feeling generous and are in a good mood,just horribly shatter and disfigure your entire body and leave you to fend for yourself out on the street. I promise you, League member or not, nobody will help you. ESPECIALLY because your a fucking piltie."
Cailtlyn's mind was racing. She didn't have information on the Pinkette, that's why she came here! But they won't believe that most likely. She couldn't think of something to give them to buy them time. She had to stall; in situations like these, the only thing you can do with no bullets in the chamber is fake that you do until you have a chance to pistol whip them. "Around the back of this building right now is one of my agents stationed here in the city. He's been feeding me information for a while but eventually ran into a dead end. I came to do it myself." The woman seemed satisfied enough with that answer, she stood firm and looked at the two men. "Go check, and knock twice on the walls for trouble, five for all clear. If this turns out to be a lie, we're going to assume you're the pinkette, and start showing you what it feels like to have your bones grinded into dust, starting with those long luscious legs of yours, working up slowly until we eventually get to cave your fucking skull in." The woman gave a smile. "Don't take it personally, piltie. You could've been one of our own. We don't take chance with anyone who tries to dig up information on our idol. Without him this city wouldn't last, Noxus or even you Pilties might have already wiped us out by now. Because of his achievements, we are protected and recognized by the League. Because of him, nobody in this city's spirit has to be crushed or waste away so easily. We fight to the last breath, giving all we have until we show we're the superior ones."
Caitlyn thought this was a good time to ask. And as always, rub their ego enough and Zaunies will spill whatever information they have. "I shot you almost point blank with hollow point rounds. Those are really expensive rounds made in our own city, made to do some destructive damage. How are you up and walking? I can see the scar on your shoulder, and I'm sure there's one on your knee. To be honest, even if my story checks out, I'm confident I'm dead regardless, so please be merciful enough to at least sate my curiosity in the meantime." The woman scoffed, "Are you fucking forreal, my god you people truly are leeches latching onto Zaun's glory, for your own city…"
Caitlyn gave a sincere looking pitiful smile, the woman facepalmed, "Fine, since you probably wouldn't last out on the streets as a paraplegic anyway after we're done with you as I've said. It's all thanks to our idol, Edmundo himself.."
Got you.