Author's Note: Heya guys! I'm so sorry this update took so long. I've just started a new year in school and it's a pain in the ass, there's so much work to be done. ;-; But anyway, here's your update! Enjoy ~ TpLoz
As soon as Bigby picked up the golden message, the door flew open to reveal, what Bigby assumed was, the police. He isn't really someone who'd run away from the police, but when they're shouting and screaming at you in a foreign language, you kinda get scared shitless. So, Bigby nearly flung himself out the window, but then stopped when he realised that they must think he was the culprit.
He complied and was quickly escorted to the police station. It was obvious that he had no Spanish, so they got a translator. A terrible, terrible translator who couldn't tell the difference between 'my girlfriend has been kidnapped' and 'I kidnapped my girlfriend'.
"For the last time, I went for a walk-" Bigby made hand gestures where appropriate,"- I came back, and my girlfriend, Snow White, was missing." And that, the translator understood.
Finally, after another hour of waiting around, Bigby was set free from the clutches of the Spanish police and given back the gold envelope, the Spaniards thinking nothing of it.
Once outside of the police station, he popped open the seal and read the letter, it was written in a neat cursive writing, but sometimes the letters veered off into oblivion making some words hard to read, the general gist, however, was quite the cliche: 'We have your girlfriend, give us money.'
Bigby would have swore if he wasn't in the middle of a busy street.
Snow estimates that it took about 40 minutes to travel to this destination, it certainly wasn't on her schedule. 3 hours later and she's tied to a chair in a big dull room with nothing but two chubby men that look alike.
It seems their main pastime is picking on her shape and size, trying to make her angry, because nothing angers people more than discrimination. All Snow can think is 'these assholes are gonna get their butts kicked'.
Several minutes later Bigby was looking at his bank balance, but it didn't come close to the whopping one million euro these guys were asking for. So, he found a bench and thought. He thought until he decided to ring Colin, because Colin might not have the money but he'll have an inkling of an idea.
He found a phone booth amidst the city, popped a euro or two in the slot and punched in Colin's number. He picked up relatively quickly, "Hello? This is the NYPD, how may I help you?"
"Well, it's good to know you're doing your job." Bigby sighed with relief.
Colin made a noise akin to a squawk, "Bigby! I thought you'd forgotten about me! Aw, I'm touched!" While Colin babbled on Bigby examined the surrounding glass walls, there were millions of stickers obstructing the view of the outside world.
"Listen Colin, I didn't just call you for a friendly chat, Snow has been kidnapped and I don't know what to do. The police just shouted at me in Spanish, so they are definitely out of the question. And I'm short of clues aside from the letter claiming they're holding a bounty of a million-" Bigby was becoming more worried by the second and was speaking feverishly when there was a knock on the door of the phone booth.
Bigby let the phone drop from his hand as he turned around and opened the door, ready to pounce if necessary. However, instead of an assassin outside the phone booth, there was a small, crippled boy holding a gold envelope. He handed the envelope to Bigby and limped away.
Bigby, perturbed by the event, slowly entered the phone booth and picked up the phone. Colin was shouting asking if Bigby was okay, it he was hurt, if her was there, but all Bigby said in response was "I'll call you back later."
Stalking out and away from the phone booth, Bigby found a bench to perch upon and opened the envelope. It seemed that the culprits had changed their minds, they didn't want a bounty any more, they wanted Bigby.