Author's Note: Thank you, Zaharaa, RisingZero1984, Secretbatfic, 4lyss4d4smol, KittydBag, CrimsonLove16, Pirilaxa, and CrankShaftRabbit for the reviews left on the last chapter! Once again, I'm sorry for the delays. I've got a lot of stuff going on in my life, and I try to balance it out. We are getting closer to the end of this story, which makes me sad. I hope you enjoy the new chapter!

The Suppression Squads Home Turf: Time 12 AM

Amy had her hands bound behind her back, and a wool bag was placed over her head to keep her from determining their location. Eventually, after a long drive, she felt the car come to a halt. The bag the kidnappers used to conceal Amy's sight was suddenly ripped off her head. She gasped, finally getting fresh air to breathe. Sleuth Dog sat on her left side while Jeffrey sat on the other side of her. Amy looked at her surroundings out the car window. She realized she was at a compound like the one where the Brothers of Chaos lived. She spotted the logo of the Suppression Squad's symbol on the back of Sleuth's jacket. "You're a part of the Suppression?" she surmised.

"We are," he confirmed. "So, the Brothers have told you about us then?" Sleuth chuckled.

She nodded hesitantly. "Yes…"

"Then you know of our reputation," he smirked, unclipping his seatbelt.

"Please, let me go. You left my cousin for dead back there. He needs help!" she pleaded.

"He got in the way. He should've stepped aside and made it easier for all of us," Jeffrey commented from the other side of her. "He's an idiot for trying to play hero."

Amy furrowed her brows. "He's my cousin. What else would you expect?" she defended, getting more irritated by their logic.

Jeffrey scoffed. "Just shut up and get out of the car."

Sleuth hopped out of the car, grabbed her arm, and dragged her out with him.

"Let me go!" she demanded as she was dragged out of the car.

"I said shut your trap," Jeffrey snapped as he climbed out of the car behind her. Suddenly, Amy spat in Jeffrey's face as he approached her, causing him to stagger backward in shock with his eyes closed. He groaned in disgust as he smeared the spit from his face. While he was preoccupied, Amy lifted her left foot and slammed it with all her might on Sleuth's right foot. He bellowed in pain and released his hold on Amy. Taking her opportunity, she ran for it despite her hands still tied behind her back.

Tumble lowered the driver's side window and shook his head in pity. "Your catch is running off. Want me to grab her for yah?"

Jeffrey growled in frustration as he wiped away her saliva from his eyes. "Fucking little bitch. Don't bother, she's mine now."

Tumble, Rough, and Sleuth watched Jeffrey sprint after her as she rushed towards the gated entrance to their compound. Amy panted and felt her heart racing as she heard his footsteps pound closer to her from behind. She knew better than to look back, as it would only slow her down. However, she gasped in terror as she felt a pair of arms wrap around her from behind and force her down into the dirt face first. She wiggled under the weight of the skunk as he rolled her over onto her back. Amy groaned and tried to shift out of his hold. "I said let me go. I need to get back to my cousin!" she shouted.

Growing irritated by her resistance, Jeffrey pulled out a pistol and held it directly under her jaw, causing her to freeze altogether. "How useful will you be saving him if you're dead?" he challenged dangerously.

Amy felt tears well up in her eyes. "Please…He doesn't deserve to die."

"Only the good die young," he quoted with a smirk. As Amy stared into his piercing blue eyes, she suddenly realized she somehow knew him from somewhere. There was something oddly familiar with him that she couldn't quite place.

"Jeffrey, stop it!" they heard Sleuth call from the background. The brown canine rushed over to help. "Take that gun away from her face. We need her alive, remember?" he emphasized.

"I know…" Jeffrey withdrew his weapon and placed it back in his pants. He stood before reaching down, grabbing her by the arm, and lifting her to her feet. Sleuth stood on the other side of her and grabbed the other arm. Amy tried to struggle free of both males' grasp, but it was useless. Jeffrey ignored her struggle and glanced at the two drivers as they passed the vehicle they had arrived in. "Thanks for the ride and help," Jeffrey nodded to both Rough and Tumble, who sat in the driver and passenger seats.

"No problem, and good luck with the girl," Tumble chuckled. "She seems feisty, and I like that in a female."

Jeffrey and Sleuth walked Amy toward the entrance of their compound. Amy took in her surroundings to her advantage. The more information she knew about their location, the better it was for her. It looked like they lived in a similar setup to the Brothers of Chaos. They had a large metal fence surrounding their premises but instead had barbed wire at the top of their fencing. There were many motorcycles parked out front in all variations, and the only significant difference was that they had converted a storage unit into a central base. The main building appeared as an old office building that they had updated into a house. "Home sweet home. Huh?" Sleuth cackled.

As they entered the home's main entrance, a beautiful red female fox wearing black leather pants, boots, fingerless gloves, and a sleeveless crop top strolled into the entranceway. Amy couldn't help but stare at the orange girly bow in her hair, which stood out amongst the black ensemble. It didn't exactly match her biker chic aesthetic. The fox rested her hand on her left hip as she scrutinized the newest arrival. "So, this is our incredible doctor, huh?" she said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Excuse me?" Amy furrowed her brows at the female, already feeling canvassed. "Who are you?"

"I'm Fiona," she introduced, touching her chest.

Amy tugged at the zip tie tightly around her wrists behind her back. "Are you the one who wanted me kidnapped?"

Fiona rolled her eyes and looked insulted at the idea. "I'm not the one who came up with this brilliant plan. However, your medical skills are needed immediately," she answered.

"Really? You kidnapped me because you needed a doctor?" Amy raised a brow skeptically. "Your club doesn't have a doctor of your own?"

SLAP.

A burning sensation blazed across her left cheek from Fiona's powerful strike. Amy's left eye twitched slightly as she turned to face her again. She could feel the stinging set in. Jeffrey couldn't help but smirk a bit from Fiona's action—he had wanted to slap the hell out of Amy earlier for her attempted escape act. "Don't be cutesy with me, little girl," Fiona seethed. "We had a doctor, but they were arrested in a raid," she pointed accusingly. Fiona snapped her fingers, and Sleuth and Jeffrey began moving her in the direction Fiona gestured to. "Now, you're going to give him proper care and ensure that he survives because if he doesn't, you'll die," she threatened.

Amy gulped nervously as Sleuth and Jeffrey forced her to follow Fiona. The two males held tight on Amy if she tried to make any fast moves. The pink hedgehog glanced at her surroundings again, seeing many Suppression members lounging on the sofas and chairs, drinking, smoking, and watching TV in their living room area. A few females were lingering around the members, clearly there for apparent intentions. Fiona led her upstairs to the second floor, where she approached a bedroom door and opened it, allowing her inside first.

"Do you still need me to stick around, Fi?" Jeffrey asked the canine.

Sleuth shook his head. "No, we're good here. I can handle it."

With that, Jeffrey left his post and walked downstairs. Amy stared at Jeffrey's retreating figure, still reeling over her knowing him. Had she seen him somewhere before? Her thoughts were interrupted when Amy walked into the bedroom cautiously and spotted a figure lying in bed in the far corner. Most lights were off in the room since the person was sleeping. A nearby lamp gave the figure some light as she approached the bed. Suddenly, she realized it was a green male hedgehog under the bed sheets. She felt a shiver run down her spine, and the hair on the back of her neck bristled as she stared at the individual. He looked frighteningly like her ex-fiancé, Zonic. She would have assumed he had risen from the grave if he hadn't been green in color. "…Who is this guy?" she whispered, feeling a sinking gut feeling as she stared at him.

Sleuth shut the door behind him and stood post as Fiona approached her. "His name is Scourge. He's the president of this M.C. and my old man."

Amy looked down at his sleeping form after shaking off the heebie-jeebies from his doppelganger-like appearance. He had a rag compress draped over his forehead and an apparent cold sweat as he trembled beneath the sheets. His expression looked pained, and he seemed incredibly sick. "So, what's wrong with him?"

Fiona pulled out a switchblade from a sheath on her hip and twirled it in her hands before cutting the zip ties behind Amy's wrists and freeing her. "That's for you to find out, idiot," she snapped. "Now get to doctoring or whatever the hell you do."

Amy rubbed at her freed wrists before glaring at the fox. "Look, I get that you may not like me, but you'll need to give me some background knowledge before I start my assessment. What caused him to get this sick in the first place?"

"Let me tell her, Fiona," Sleuth piped in from the front of the room.

Fiona placed a hand on her hip and huffed. "Whatever."

Sleuth approached Amy. "We were in a shoot-out with the Brothers M.C., and Scourge was hit in the attack." The brown canine pulled the bedsheets from his legs and stopped at his upper left thigh. "This is where the bullet hit him," he pointed to his bandaged leg.

Amy stared at the bandages wrapped around his thigh. Old blood had seeped through and dried on the outside of the bandages. "I see, and you're sure no bullet fragments were left behind?"

"I don't think so," Sleuth continued. "You know that our doctor was arrested. Fiona tried to patch him up the best she could with her basic medical skills."

Fiona scoffed and turned her head away. "Don't blame me for this. I did my best."

"I'm not trying to," Sleuth countered. "You're the one who admitted we needed help. So, you don't have to give me an attitude to compensate for it!" he barked.

Fiona looked bewildered at Sleuth coming at her with his tone of voice. "Hey, what gives? Who do you think you are talking to me like that?"

"I'm his right-hand man, and right now, he could be dying because you wouldn't let us take him to a damn hospital!" he shouted.

Her fists clenched up by her sides. "He was shot—you know what happens to gunshot victims when they go to the hospital!" she reminded. "Not to mention his criminal background and reputation!"

"Excuse me…" Amy interjected apprehensively. The two turned to look at her. When she saw she had their attention, she tensed up. "I-I can help him, but I need a few things. You must know that screaming at each other will not help your president."

"You're right," Sleuth agreed. "What do you need?"

"I'll need whatever immediate medical kit your last doctor had. Also, I need a stethoscope if you have one."

"Got it. I'll be back," Sleuth said as he exited the bedroom but turned to look at Fiona momentarily before he departed. "Look, you better listen to this girl and follow her directions," he warned. "You got it?"

Fiona rolled her eyes at him. "Shut up and go get her the shit!"

"Bitch," he mumbled, baring his canines at her before exiting. Fiona crossed her arms over her chest and growled. She could never stand Sleuth.

"So…" Amy segued, trying to break the tension. "How long has he been out like this?"

The female fox returned her focus to the green hedgehog in bed. "Three days," she admitted, sadly feeling her ears pin back.

"And what were his symptoms before he went into this stage?"

"He was complaining about headaches at first. Then he got stomach pain and complained about being tired. The last thing he said was that his left leg was going numb," she listed.

Amy nodded, making a mental note of the symptoms. "I see."

"I helped him to bed, and then he never woke up the next morning…"

Sleuth Dog re-entered the room carrying medical supplies in a large brown box. "Here's everything I could find," he announced. He lowered a brown box with assorted medical items onto the floor next to Amy.

"Thanks," Amy replied before digging into the box. She put on a pair of gloves, grabbed the stethoscope, and put it on. Amy lowered the bed sheets to expose his chest. Scourge was lying in bed topless. When she glanced at his chest, she noticed the two prominent scars streaked across it like lightning bolts. It looked ghastly, but she focused her attention on getting his heartbeat. She placed the diaphragm against his chest and listened briefly before moving it to another part of his chest and listening for a moment.

Fiona watched as Amy removed the earpieces from her ears and looked in deep thought. "Well?"

"…His heartbeat and breathing are fast," she noted carefully.

Amy touched Scourge's forehead after removing the rag compress that was no longer cold. She frowned at her findings. "He's burning up as well. He's got a high fever."

"You didn't even check his temperature," Fiona pointed. "What kind of quack are you?"

"I don't have a thermometer here, but I don't need one to see that he's got a fever," she shot back. "He has chills and clammy skin with a high temperature. It's not good. That means his body is fighting off an infection."

"What do you think it could be?" Sleuth asked, observing her.

Amy glanced at the green M.C. president carefully, looking down at his body. "I'm wondering something…" She approached the foot of the bed and lifted the sheets to expose his leg where the wound was located. She began to peel away at the bandaging around his thigh.

Fiona furrowed her brows at the pink hedgehog in scrutiny. "What are you doing?"

"I'm checking his wound," she answered. She held up the bloodied bandages in the air. "I need a garbage can." Sleuth quickly grabbed the trash bin in his room and held it out for her to dispose of the dirty bandages. "Fiona, did you happen to continue to change his bandages days after patching him up?" she questioned.

Fiona shook her head. "No, why?"

Amy blinked a few times, trying not to show judgment. "How long ago was he shot?"

"About a week ago," she answered.

"Right…Can we turn on some more lights so I can see better?" Amy questioned politely, looking at the dog.

"No, you'll wake him up!" Fiona growled defensively.

Amy shook her head in annoyance. She understood why Fiona was so protective over her boyfriend, but it wasn't helping her do her work. "At this point, he won't be waking up soon. He's comatose."

Sleuth Dog approached the light switch. "I'll get the lights for you, doctor." Once the lights were on, Amy examined the wounds. At first glance, they looked highly infected.

"Okay, I'm going to need a few more supplies if you want me to treat him," Amy began. "Just from my general assessment and observation alone, he's got sepsis."

"Sepsis?" Fiona repeated in puzzlement. "What the hell is that?"

"It's blood poisoning," she answered. "It's a bacterial infection that enters the bloodstream. I'm guessing that his wound wasn't properly cleaned. I also suspect a bullet fragment or shard may have been left inside the wound. I will examine that later and see if I can find anything."

Suddenly, Fiona grabbed Amy by the collar of her shirt and began shaking her violently. "So, what? You're saying that this is my fault!? That I'm the one who did this to him?"

"Fiona, stop it!" Sleuth shouted, coming towards the two.

Amy placed her hands over the top of Fiona's to pry her hands off her. "I'm not blaming anyone. Now let me go!" she stated sternly.

"Fucking let her go," Sleuth seethed through clenched teeth. Begrudgingly, Fiona released her grip on Amy's collar and backed up, giving her more room to work. Sleuth glared at the female fox and stood between the two girls. He pulled out his phone and looked at Amy. "List all the items you need, and I'll have some of our guys get them."

"Right…I'll need an oxygen tank, a mask, an IV stand and IV fluids, antibiotics, a suture removal kit, bandages, antiseptic wash," she listed. Growling in annoyance, Fiona could not bear to listen to Amy talk any longer. She stormed out of the room, leaving the two alone.

Tech City Hospital: Time 6 AM

After receiving the news about her husband, Mari-Ann rushed down the hospital hallway with Jon in her arms. He had come out of surgery an hour ago, and she was eager to see him. Some nurses urged her not to run down the hall as she caused a disturbance. Mari-Anne ignored their pleas as she came to room 106. As she stepped inside, she spotted her husband in bed, alert, awake, and with two officers standing at the foot of his bed. Rob had an oxygen mask over his face, an I.V. in his arm, and several monitors on his chest. One of the officers was a male bloodhound who jotted down some notes on a notepad. "Rob…" Mari-Ann breathed in relief, seeing him alive and well.

"Is this your spouse?" the other officer, a male fox, questioned.

"Yes, sir," Rob nodded. "This is my wife and son."

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. O' Hedge. I'm Officer Scout," the bloodhound introduced. "And this is my partner, Officer Chase."

"Nice to meet you, ma'am," Officer Chase waved politely.

"Thank you for getting to my husband so quickly. You probably saved his life," she noted.

"I don't know about that," Officer Scout replied. "If anyone saved him, it was the wonderful doctors here at Tech City Hospital," he gestured.

Mari-Ann placed Jon on the bed beside him and then embraced Rob's upper half. "I was so worried about you."

Rob winced slightly. "Ouch, Mari, that hurts a little, love."

His wife pulled back from her embrace. "Oh goodness. I'm sorry, honey."

"Your husband was very fortunate, Mrs. O' Hedge," the bloodhound announced. "According to the doctors, the stab wounds narrowly missed his kidneys. He'll make a full recovery."

"That's wonderful to hear," Mari nodded. "What about his cousin? Did you get any leads?"

The two officers looked at each other. "Your husband gave us all the details of the individuals he encountered. We also have some eyewitness accounts of the van that sped off with her, but that's about it," Officer Chase replied.

"Please, you have to find her. She's in grave danger," Rob begged.

"We understand, sir," Officer Scout agreed. "We'll do our best to find her. Now, it's best to get some rest as we continue our search for your cousin."

"I agree with my partner. I expect we'll receive some ransom for her return if that is their motive," Officer Chase added. The family watched as the officers departed the hospital room, leaving them alone.

"Ransom?" Mari-Ann repeated in alarm. "Rob, what happened to Amy?"

"We were heading back to the car, and some guys attacked us out of nowhere. They snatched Amy, and another one of them stabbed me in the lower back," he explained. He looked down at his hands as they shook with anger. "It all happened so fast—and I couldn't do anything to save her…"

Mari-Ann placed a hand on his shoulder. "I know you did your best to protect her. Don't beat yourself up over it, honey. They'll find her."

"I-I can't just sit here in a hospital bed and do nothing. I need to get out there, make flyers, and get on the news to get her information out there." Rob tried to move the sheets off his legs and stand but hissed as an insurmountable amount of pain radiated in his lower back from his wounds. "Gaah!"

"Rob!" Mari-Ann scolded. "You're injured and need to take it easy. Let the police handle this."

Rob shook his head in pity. "Poor Amy…she must be so scared right now. Stay strong, cousin. Help is on the way."

Another thought crossed Mari-Ann's mind. "Would it be best to contact Shadow and his friends and tell them what happened to Amy? Perhaps he could be of help…" she suggested cautiously.

Rob's eyes bugged out of his head at the notion. "No! That would only make it worse. Two dangerous groups going at it over Amy—a complete innocent? That's a recipe for tragedy, and I refuse to risk it."

The Brothers of Chaos Compound: 6 AM

Shadow stood in his bedroom and stared at his reflection in the mirror hanging on the back door. The ebony hedgehog felt mentally and physically drained of energy. He looked down at his casted hand before looking back at his reflection. Suddenly, he heard a knock on his bedroom door. "Come in," he beckoned.

The door cracked open, and Mighty peeked his head inside. "Hey, you're all heading out now if you're ready."

Shadow nodded. "Yeah, as ready as I can be, I suppose." Shadow reached for his leather cut and threw it on. Mighty stepped out of the way as he passed him and started heading downstairs. As the two went downstairs, others waited by the front door.

Mephiles, Knuckles, and Gadget patiently waited by the front door as Shadow approached them. Meanwhile, Manic, Ray, Rouge, and Mina stood near the staircase. "It's about time," Mephiles droned. "We're on a tight schedule here, brother."

"Sorry, waking up fully took me a while this morning," Shadow apologized.

"Maybe the ride will help wake you," Mephiles suggested. He turned to look at the other members who would remain behind: Mighty, Manic, and Ray. "As for the three of you, keep the compound locked down while we're away."

Manic saluted. "We always do!"

"We'll call you if anything happens," Mighty noted.

"Of course," Mephiles nodded. "Remember, this is a four-day trip. It may be hard to contact us on days two and four with travel," he reminded.

"I've got it," Mighty nodded.

Rouge sauntered over to her husband. "Stay safe, baby." She planted a kiss on his cheek.

"I will. The same goes for you, too," he replied.

Mephiles approached the mongoose by the staircase, wrapped an arm around her waist, and drew her flush to him. "Send me a picture while I'm on the road so I won't miss you so much. You know the ones I like," he purred quietly so only she'd hear. Mina blushed bashfully.

"Meh-Mephiles," she stammered.

He hummed an airy laugh as he pulled back from her. "Don't be naughty and get into trouble now," he tsked as his eyelids lowered suggestively. "Be a good girl."

Mina tucked her arms behind her back. "I-I will."

Rouge grimaced at the scene as she headed towards the kitchen.

Same Time: Suppression Squad Compound: 6 AM

Eventually, Amy was brought all the supplies necessary to save Scourge's life. She had worked with the president all night and was satisfied with his progress. After taking all the necessary steps, she finished rebandaging his wound. Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door. "Come in," she called.

The door opened, and Sleuth returned after giving her time alone to work. "How is he doing?"

"He's stabilized now," she informed them. "I'm giving him fluids intravenously for hydration, and I've given him some antibiotics to fight the infection."

Sleuth looked relieved to hear the news. "That's good to hear. So, he'll live?"

Amy removed her bloodied gloves and tossed them in the bin by the bed. "He's not out of the woods yet. These next couple of hours are going to be crucial. He's on a low dose of oxygen and still has a high fever, so once that comes down, I'll have a better say."

Sleuth bowed his head respectfully. "Thank you for helping us. We forced you against your will but didn't know who else to turn to."

"I wish it had been under different circumstances. I have no problem helping people who need medical attention," she smiled weakly.

"We knew the Brothers would oppose us asking for your help, especially since you'd be aiding their enemy."

Amy looked away uncomfortably. "Yeah, they probably wouldn't have condoned it…"

"Also, are you hungry at all?" Sleuth questioned.

"I am, actually," she admitted.

He made a gesture with his hand. "Come downstairs. I'll find you something to eat." Amy got up and followed him out of the room. As the two went downstairs, they spotted Fiona returning upstairs. "Fiona, stay with Scourge and watch over him. I'm taking the doctor downstairs for a break." Fiona didn't respond and just watched them descend the staircase.

•~•

Once downstairs, Amy spotted two familiar faces in the kitchen, Predator Hawk and Drago Wolf. The white wolf rose from his seat when he spotted the pink hedgehog. "Amy…"

Sleuth allowed the two to talk while he rummaged around in the fridge and then near the stove where the others had made breakfast. "Take a seat, doctor. I'll fix you something."

Amy obliged and sat with the white wolf and blue hawk at the kitchen table. "Long time no see," Drago mentioned.

She smiled uncomfortably. "Yeah, I, uh, guess so…"

"We never had a real introduction," the blue hawk spoke. "But I'm Predator."

Amy nodded curtly. "Of course, um, nice to meet you. I'm Amy, but I'm sure you know that already."

He nodded in return. "Drago told me that you helped me during my seizure back in Mercia," Predator continued. "I never got to thank you for that."

"You're welcome," she replied. "I hope you don't find this rude, but that wasn't the first time you've had a seizure, was it?"

He shook his head. "No, I used to get them as a kid. I thought I had grown out of it, but I guess not. The symptoms for this last one were different from the ones I'd get as a kid."

"Well, these seizures can be manageable, at least."

"Yeah," he agreed.

Sleuth Dog walked over with a plate containing scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, and a glass of orange juice. "Here," he stated as he placed the plate down. I hope this is all right."

"It's fine," she smiled. "Um, I have a question, though…"

"Yeah?" Sleuth pressed as he laid down some silverware.

"When will you let me go? I've done what you asked of me after all."

Sleuth kept his arms crossed over his broad chest. "We can't let you go until Scourge fully heals. Once he's awake, he has the final say with what he wants to do with you," he explained.

Amy bowed her head nervously. "Please, I just want to go home. I'm worried about my cousin. I'm sure the police are looking for me right now anyway."

Sleuth Dog chuckled. "Let them look. They won't find you." He turned on his heel. "Now eat up," he ordered sternly. "And if you even think about trying to escape, we have no hesitation in treating you like one of our prisoners. Right now, you have plenty of freedom to roam our compound just as you do with the Brothers. Don't push it," he warned.

Amy, Predator, and Drago watched as Sleuth exited the kitchen, leaving the three alone. "So, there's something I gotta come clean about," Drago admitted, breaking the silence.

"…What?" Amy sadly took a bite of her eggs, realizing her status here.

"I'm the one that gave them the idea to kidnap you," the white wolf admitted.

Amy finished swallowing her bite and blinked a few times in surprise. "Why?"

"After I saw how you cared for Predator, I knew you must be good. You showed us so much kindness and compassion that day. The Brothers hired you as their doctor, which seemed to work out for them. I figured it could work for us, too," he shrugged.

"Be honest with me," Amy stated. "Will I ever be released?"

Predator and Drago looked at each other for a moment. "I don't know," the blue hawk shrugged. It all depends on Scourge. It could go either way, depending on his mood."

Amy placed her face in her hands as she felt her emotions building. Was she about to be trapped here indefinitely? If Sleuth were truthful about the police not finding her, her only hope would be for the Brothers M.C. to rescue her. "I just want to go home…"

"We won't let anyone hurt you here," Predator noted. "We're not like that."

"He's right," Drago agreed. "We promise to protect you."

Amy sighed. "Well, thanks for that, I guess." She pushed her plate away from her.

"Do you not like it? I can get you something else to eat?" Drago questioned.

Amy shook her head. "No thanks. I lost my appetite." She suddenly yawned.

"You must be exhausted from working all night on Scourge, huh?" Predator surmised. "Do you want us to show you to your room where you can crash and get some shut-eye?"

Amy rose from her seat. "That'd be nice, I suppose." The other two stood from their seats to escort her.

•~•

Upstairs, the boys showed her a spare bedroom where she could get some sleep. It had no window and only a mattress on the floor with clean sheets, a pillow, and a wall AC unit on the far-right side. The walls were a prison grey—which is what it felt like to her. It didn't exactly feel very homey or comforting. "Sorry it looks kind of shitty, but this is the best we can offer," Predator apologized.

Amy shrugged. "It's better than nothing, right?"

"If you need the bathroom, it's just down that way," Drago pointed down the hall.

"Thanks for that," Amy replied.

"And please don't try to escape," Drago stated sternly. "You'll only get yourself stricter confinements if you try."

"It's not like I even know where we are right now," she countered. "They kept me in the dark about your location. I'm not an idiot…"

"Sorry, we just don't want to make it harder for you," Predator added. "Get some rest."

Amy nodded. "I will." The two males watched as she walked towards the bathroom and decided to head back downstairs. Amy's hand reached for the doorknob, which opened up and revealed Jeffrey St. Croix. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know anyone was in there," she apologized. The black and white skunk was topless, wearing black sweatpants and a blue towel draped over one shoulder. He said nothing and walked past her and towards his bedroom. It was then that Amy noticed the ghastly burn scars across his upper back. "Hey," she called out, causing him to stop.

She watched as he turned to look at her. "What now?"

"Don't I know you from somewhere?" she questioned. "I could've sworn I've seen you around before."

"You have," he confirmed. "I was at the charity event at that school months back. I remember seeing you hanging out with them there."

Amy blinked a few times as she thought back to that night. "That's right," she gathered. "You came back with us to the house that night, but doesn't that mean—"

"—That I used to be a Brother of Chaos?" he finished. "Yeah, that's right."

Her curiosity was piqued. "I'm confused…how did you end up with the Suppression then?"

"I had been ex-communicated from the club for other reasons," he replied. "I decided to join up with the Suppression after our fallout."

"And your back," she pointed. "That looks like a nasty burn…It doesn't look like you treated it well during the recovery. Does it still cause you pain?"

He growled lowly. "It's caused me pain every day of my life since I got it," he answered.

Amy crossed her arms over her chest uncomfortably. "What happened?"

He narrowed his eyes at her, getting irritated. "You know, you ask many questions for a prisoner and hostage."

"I-I'm sorry," she apologized, backing up. "I must sound so rude to ask. I was just curious, is all…it's my medical background coming through."

"The burn on my back is a story for another time. I think I've given you enough answers for tonight. Yet, I've still got some questions for you myself."

Amy tucked her hands behind her back. "Uh, I guess that's fair trade…"

"You're supposed to be Shadow's old lady, yet I couldn't help but notice you hanging around with Mighty while I stalked you before the kidnapping. What's up with that?"

Amy quirked a brow. "Wait, you were stalking me? How long?"

"Only a couple of days to gather intel, but don't ignore my questions."

Amy's eyes shifted downward sadly. "Shadow and I aren't together anymore…"

Jeffrey chuckled in amusement. "Boy, and you think I was bad for turning my back on my old crew? Is Mighty your new old man now?"

Amy shook her head. "No, we're not together like that."

He stroked his chin in thought. "But I bet you've hooked up, at least?" Amy's face went red, confirming his suspicion. "Shit, this makes things real interesting now."

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