After bringing Brooklyn into the warehouse where Radar was sitting at his desk, smiling as Kenny walked in too, noting how proud his boss was. "Good work, kid. It feels great to finally have my boss' Miraculous. And I'm sure he'd pay more if I give him this pesky gargoyle too," He sneered, looking down at the unconscious chained Brooklyn in disdain, still wondering how he got that hairpin miraculous.
Eventually, Brooklyn shifted in his sleep, moaning, his eyes fluttering open and unsure where he was. But then to his fear felt his hands in cuffs and chains, pulling hard on them, ears flattening at the sight of the goons around him everywhere. Where was Blaaze? His clan? Why wasn't he in his Firebird suit?!
The red male snarled up at the older human above him who held his chain. "Let me go right now! And give me back my miraculous!" He demanded roughly, yanking as hard as possible but Radar pulled again, smirking.
"Not anytime soon, pest. I know your secret identity now, and we won't be letting you go. I have another client waiting to get this miraculous, whatever it is. And I must say, you're quite the specimen aren't you?" Radar asked in a creepy way, a hand under Brooklyn's chin who yanked it out, baring his fangs. "Don't touch me!"
Radar glared down at the red menace who dared to call himself a super hero. "You won't be this feisty for long once I send you to my main boss in Paris. He'll be most interested in you indeed."
That made Brooklyn freeze a little, terribly nervous about why this guy wanted him at all, wishing for his family to be here. That was when however he felt another prick in his neck, making Brooklyn flinch in pain, the drug causing him to be woozy once more, Radar smirking at him. "Good night, gargoyle. You need to be asleep like this for the majority of the plane ride to Paris. And when you wake, you'll be my boss's problem. Your clan will never see you ever again…"
Brooklyn tried speaking back, protesting, until soon, his senses couldn't handle it anymore and he faded into oblivion, Radar watching his body slumping to the floor while he packed up the Phoenix Miraculous for Gabriel, knowing he would be pleased to get it. "Throw the beast into the truck and take him to the airport."
The men nodded, dragging Brooklyn away, tossing the red male right into the truck without even being careful and driving him to the plane that would fly to Paris. A doctor had also looked over Brooklyn to ensure he was ok for the flight then eventually tied him to a table. The plane ride will be 10 hours long to get there not to mention the time zone shift for when Brooklyn turns to stone.
….
4 hours later into the flight, Brooklyn had turned to stone as the sun began to rise, the men getting ready to have a muzzle for him before arrival in case he tried to bite. After a while when the sun settled upon the plane getting close to Paris, Brooklyn soon broke out of his stone skin, roaring with his eyes glowing but felt that muzzle on his face, eyes widening when spotting the humans there holding guns on him. "Don't move, Firebird. You're almost to our boss's place. Behave yourself, will you?"
Brooklyn bared his teeth silently but forced himself to keep still, in his mind however, he was hoping that Blaaze was doing ok and they hadn't broken his miraculous. Just thinking about that made his head swim. Without him being Firebird, people still hate him just for being a gargoyle. And the fact that he was soon going to see some weird male human who wanted his miraculous was rather terrifying.
He eventually felt the plane coming into a landing in the airport for Paris, the guards hauling him up from the table to his feet, pushing the red gargoyle forward.
"Keep moving! My client wishes to see you." The first guard snarled, making Brook wince and seeing a limo there, thrusted into the car, Brooklyn hissing hard at his captors as the door was shut on him, the car driving over to the place where this supposed client lived.
One hour car ride later, Brooklyn had been trying to struggle out of his cuffs, wishing he had his miraculous back to kick these guys in the butt and get back to New York, wondering if his family knew he was now gone, a pang of sadness rushing through him at the thought of never getting to apologize to Angela over his words.
Why did you have to be so stupid? Rejecting your family like that? Brooklyn asked himself while still feeling the cuffs pinching his wrists until the car stopped at a really big looking house. His ears flat, the car door opened, one guard grasping his arm roughly.
The guard looked up to the security camera that just came out, letting who was operating it know he got the Phoenix Miraculous holder, and the gates let them in.
Brooklyn felt a sinking feeling in his stomach that he was soon going to be a prisoner here for quite a while, the main doors opening wide, revealing the inside of the mansion. He gasped softly, for it was rather grand inside, until spotting a looming figure before him. He was a man with a silver helmet mask and a dark purple suit.
The man strided forward, gazing down at the strange creature before him, Brooklyn swallowing. "So, this is the gargoyle Radar told me about. I have to admit, I'm not as impressed. I always see a much bigger one of you in the news." Hawkmoth said in his stoic manner, a hand under Brooklyn's beak, holding it up. Brooklyn glared. "Whatever you want with me, I can't give it to you. And give me back my miraculous! Let Blaaze go!" He snarled.
That made the man's stoic look suddenly turn into a cruel looking smile. "You're lucky my son isn't here right now or else he would lose his trust in me from hearing that."
"Come. I have a proposal for you, Firebird." Hawkmoth invited, the guard pushing Brooklyn forward again as Gabriel led him into the living room where a portrait of a woman was, opening a secret panel with a code he punches in, showing an entrance into a basement.
Brooklyn swallows, Hawkmoth pressing in a few buttons for a pass code. The entrance opened for them, then Hawkmoth grasps Brooklyn's arm, pulling him along again, Brooklyn wondering some more if there is any other gargoyles here in the city to help him, though he doubted it.
Upon reaching the actual secret room, Hawkmoth turned on a couple lights, and Brooklyn's eyes rounded at everything around him. It was almost like a garden everywhere, and there was a spotlight in the middle. Gazing over where it is, Brooklyn's stomach suddenly felt really queasy, Hawkmoth striding over to what looked like a glass box.
But it wasn't a box; it was a coffin. Brooklyn trembled at also seeing what was inside it; a young woman supposedly sleeping inside. Brooklyn's ears flattened while Hawkmoth simply smirks over to him, a hand on the coffin.