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Post by Black Market on Feb 26, 2013 13:35:48 GMT -8
It had been all too easy. Stalking the target. Getting to know the routines. Knowing when she was most vulnerable. The arrival of the man on the motorcycle had been but a delay and a slight change in plan. Rather than remove her from the home, they simply followed and waited for the opportune moment. It didn't take long. They lost a man but they had the girl. Once the men dropped her off at the secondary location, they were paid and sent their way.
The girl was loaded into another vehicle, the two groups of men parting company then. From there it would be a matter of containment, until the time was right, and the girl, among others would be prepped and readied.
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Post by Sasha Gray on Feb 26, 2013 21:59:55 GMT -8
Once the call went out from TC, things were moving on two fronts. The unofficial investigation that Sasha was hiding from her captain, and the wolf pack checking the streets in places where cops couldn't. So far they had the van which was picked up leaving the park, it's trail followed to a ware house where it was dumped. Security cameras in the area showed two vehicles leaving, one van, one car. Sadly, the van was lost but the remaining two men in the original van were picked up on camera and their faces were being run through the federal facial recognition data base. As soon as they got a hit, Sasha would be rolling on it.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2013 15:08:34 GMT -8
Its been tireless. Continous rounds. Constant check ins with those of the law and those of the seedy nature. Yet no one had news of where the two were being held. Marsten was losing his freaking mind. Though it did not stop the Ulfric from continueing his search. He returned back to the forests of which Abby had been abducted. There, it was the general spot of which TC had pointed out. Blues searched the foliage, each limb of trees, the feel of the earth. He listened with more than just his human side but that of his animalistic form. You wanted to hunt the predator, you became just that. He would not stop til he found them both.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2013 19:39:09 GMT -8
Abby would wake up some time later. Much later. She had no idea where she was, who had taken her or why. All she knew was, she was in trouble and she needed help. But how? Who? She lay there for a long moment as so many questions came to mind. Eyes were open, rimmed red, and vision was blurry. The best she could make out was solid figures, but no details. When spoken to... it sounded strange, like something she heard from a Charlie Brown cartoon. Or something played in slow motion.
She pushed herself up into a sitting position. That in itself seem to take forever as the room began to spin. She was cold, the room felt damp, and it was dark. There was very little light, which might be a good thing, since what little light was given, seemed to hurt her eyes. Slowly, she glanced over, noticed something on the floor. A tray? Nose twitched as she tried to sniff the air. Food. However, she wasn't hungry.
There was a jerk of head, brows arched and eyes went wide in the darkness. "Hello?" she called out. "Someone there?" there was a pause. "I can hear you.... " she added. Truth was, no one was in the room with her at the moment. "Who are you? What do you want?" Abby didn't feel well, she wanted out. Eyes filled with tears. "Someone... is anyone... out there?"
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Post by Black Market on Feb 28, 2013 10:35:58 GMT -8
The girl's cries would go unheeded. Those responsible for her capture were uncaring for her plight. She was nothing more than a commodity. A living, breathing, beautiful commodity, but a commodity none the less. Soon it would be time for the auction, but for now she was kept fed and docile. Or would be fed if she would eat. Sooner or later, hunger would win out. It always did.
In the mean time, it was simply a matter of patience. The buyers would be arriving in the next day or two. There were others that had to be gathered. One needed to offer variety to one's clients, after all.
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Post by Sasha Gray on Feb 28, 2013 11:03:48 GMT -8
The van abandoned at the warehouse on Harbor Island did provide some clues. Not many. But by working backward Sasha was able to piece together a time line. Who ever these people were, they were highly organized, and extremely efficient. Piggy backing Abby's kidnapping on a currently running racketeering investigation, Sasha was able to keep it off the books, and get what she needed done. Now it was time to hit the streets and start shaking down some CIs. She fired off a text to Mars, letting him now that while they didn't have a suspect yet, they did have leads.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2013 11:17:40 GMT -8
Hand grasp and fist bump was displayed and shared Jimmy Twitch, a medium sized, average build punk-rocker. His face had the decor of a bedazzler's dream. Silver studs and rings along his lips, nose and brow. Pale grey hues were intent upon Lj as he nodded. "Naymahn. It's good. That favor now mahn. It's even" Ring dabbled hand swiped horizantally slowly in show to the man.
LJ nodded, dressed as per his usual style, those loose fitted jeans, sneaks and a black tee and hoodie. This time, backwards baseball cap kept his blonde hair pinned back and out of the way. Sunglasses hid those brilliant blues and a cigarette was clenched between lips as he'd nod. " Yeah. We're good man." He puffed on that cigarette. " The bodies are lining up for something big then. Keep your ear to the walls and see what else you can find out for me. Ill get you the hook up at Charlie's"
Jimmy Twitch licked his ring decor'd lip in thought. Greed and power. But Charlies? No shit. That meant he be getting some hi-tech'd shit for his nerd habit. " Yeah. Likes Iz said." Shifting from one foot to the next, his hands stuffed in those skin tight black ripped jeans. The chill of the day and dampness of that recent rain still made things fucking chilly. " Alls I know as of now there are people from big places comin in for some fuckin entertainment and hightail purchases. Doesn't happen too often..but when the Castanza comes in, it means its something of high quality they be tryin' to sell"
Cigarette was dropped to the wet cement, left there to extinguish on its own. "You know where?" LJ kept his demeanor cool.
"Nah mahn. That shits too deep for me." Fear. He was a coward, but he had a knack of getting information when others couldnt.
LJ growled warningly as his hand was a blur of motion and snatching Twitch up by the throat, pinning him to the damp brick of the alley wall. "Where?"
Gasped. Eyes widened and Twitch was dangling, pinned by LJ. His hands clawing at the mans forearms. " I-I-I dont know mahn! Im fuckin' serious! This is some serious Shit! I dont nothing else! I fuckin swear.. C'mon mahn!"
LJ gripped him tighter, squeezing him then released Twitch abruptly."Find out." Again, back to the cool demeanor. "Ill find you.." Then, the younger Marsten brother was walking away. Head ducked down abit as another cigarette was brought to his lips. Unlike Mars, LJ was a bit more of the seedy way. He couldnt sit around on his fucking thumbs any longer.
Twitch watched LJ stalk away, his hand rubbing his bruised throat as he weezed. Fuck. Stuck between a rock and a hard place.
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Post by Sasha Gray on Feb 28, 2013 20:10:01 GMT -8
Word on the street was not looking good. When Sasha headed back to the station, she started going through missing persons cases. There had been a spike in recent months. Some reported, some - due to certain circumstances, not. After all, it wasn't like a lycan or a vampire was going to go running to the police when one of their own turned up missing. However a few other sorts, did in fact make the missing persons files. Women who could easily fit into the 'exotic' category. She printed out a few of those that looked rather suspicious and decided to pay the families of those women a visit to see if her hunch was correct.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2013 20:19:23 GMT -8
Marsten had received the message from Sasha. Leads were always good. He and a few others of his pack, and former pack that actually kept in touch with him were out hitting up the hole in the wall bars and drag strips, to strip clubs and shit like that. The bartender at Legs Gentlemen Club was eagerly willing to tell Mars about a few of their dancers going missing past couple of weeks. Though possibly forgotten in the PD file due to their backgrounds of being not the upstanding sort. He took what was needed and sent Sasha the message of more disappearances. Was there a pattern beginning?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2013 12:41:02 GMT -8
All Abby had wanted to do was sleep. She knew something was wrong with that, knew she wasn't the sort to just want to lay down and sleep her life away. She wondered if someone hadn't done something to her. If she had been drugged. Everything was a blur and she couldn't remember, even if they had. (Which, of course, was very much the case.)
She sat up on the lone bed, glancing down to herself and to the bed, not sure how she had even come to be cleaned up or in the bed. Clean clothes provided. Abby tried to focus but everything moved when she turned her head or shifted her gaze. The room would spin and the shadows would play tricks on her mind.
Food. She could now feel her stomach literately eating away at itself now. She couldn't remember when it was last, she had ate anything. The sliding door at the bottom of the cold metal door to her room opened, a tray was slid in before a voice spoke. "Eat."
The accent was... strange. Not at all something she had heard before. It obviously wasn't English. Not French, Italian, or Spanish. A hand came to the side of her head as a dull ache penetrated her temples. A shake of her head was made, slow as it were, as if trying to rid her mind of the foggy feeling.
Abby pushed herself up, padded across the cold floor and had to pause a few times to try and gain some sense of balance. Just before reaching the door where the tray of food lay on the floor, she ended up falling, her weight thudding against the wall as her frame slid down along it.
Carefully, she pulled the tray closer and slowly, made work of eating away at the meal provided. Of course, the more she ate, the more sedated she became. Her senses were so far off now, she wasn't able to really pick up on anything that smelled strange. This whole place just felt odd, the smells were to many, making it hard to pinpoint anything of use.
Once her meal was finished off, she slowly crawled back over to the bed, on hands and knees. An action that seem to take forever. Every inch gained, made it seem the bed had some how moved farther away.
Once she managed to get herself up and into the bed, she laid down and covered up, drawing the sheet and blanket over her and huddling up into a ball. Even with her mind fuzzy, she could think back to other moments, moments that she wasn't here. Moments shared with those she loved and missed.
She got teary eyed, thinking of all the what ifs. Thinking of all the things she had missed out on, would miss out on. If she were missed and if anyone would ever find her. Would she ever see her family again? And the pack... and...Leland. These were the last few thoughts on her mind before she ended up drifting off to sleep. Again.
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Post by Sasha Gray on Mar 2, 2013 14:32:31 GMT -8
Sasha made her way to the corner of Fourth Avenue and Horton, a study of the intersection made. Getting out of the car, she stood at the corner, checking the area out. She looked south along the street, checking the businesses in the area, and then north. It was then the sign, some four blocks up, caught her eye. It couldn't not. One doesn't miss a thirty foot, pink elephant, twenty feet in the air. Sliding back into the car, she drove north along Fourth avenue, and pulled in.
Parking the car, she got out. It didn't take long before she had an attendant asking her what level of service she wanted and telling her what a sweet ride she had. She flashed her badge and asked about the van in question. If any of them had seen it. What she learned was interesting indeed. And it was no wonder they didn't find the thing after it had turned the corner. They'd have to start over in their camera search, from the date and time in question, and start searching for a horse of a different color...
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2013 22:08:04 GMT -8
Roar of the motorcycle would be heard outside the establishment. Wasn't too hard to find Sasha. He had been about to call her up but he spotted the vehicle and rolled up next to it. He looked the typical biker. Bandana tied to his head, keeping the blonde hair pulled back out of his face, sunglasses on his face, hiding his eyes as he waited for Sasha by leaning against her car. Dressed in levi's and black button up longsleeve. Leather jacket tossed over it. Anyone witnessing would thing he was asking to be arrested. When Sasha came out of the building he looked at her. Waiting to see if she had found out anything.
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Post by Black Market on Mar 6, 2013 14:51:07 GMT -8
Merchandise was rolling in. However those who had picked up the wolf had been sloppy. It was a mistake that would be repeated. There was more merchandise to acquire. Victor regarded the photograph of the witch that had come across his desk. Such untapped potential. She would do. She would do nicely.
It was, perhaps, time to check on the wolf. His lips curved upward. Yes, he would take a trip to the warehouse. After all, he had invested a good deal of time and money into this endeavor. One which, upon completion, would yield an impressive return.
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Post by Black Market on Mar 6, 2013 18:22:20 GMT -8
Victor Nevzorov: Victor arrived at the warehouse, the car door swung shut as he glanced about. Moving toward the building, he swiped his keycard to gain entry, then crossed the front for the security office. "Nigel. How is our lovely guest doing today, hm?" He leaned down over the man's shoulder to studied the security feeds that covered the building, one screen in particular taking his interest. That which rested on the wolf.
Nocturnal Legacy: Abby was laying in the bed. There was lil more to do than sit or lay. Little more than she cared to do, but sit, and lay. Her days and nights were now mixed. Not to mention, she had no idea how long she had been gone now. Slowly, she pushed up and with her bed against the wall, she let it support her. Her back pressed against it. Legs were half drawn to her chest and her head tilted back.Heavy lidded eyes glanced around to see she was in the same place and still very much alone. [d]
Victor Nevzorov: Victor moved through the building to the wolf's holding cell, the viewing window slid back and he looked in, keeping well back from the opening on the off chance she was ready to do some damage to the first person that got too close. "Dobryy denʹ, moy malenʹkiy volk. Vy ne smotrite tak khorosho. Ne yel li ty ?" Victor paused, then spoke again. "Forgive me. My tongue, it gets stuck. I simply say Good day, my little wolf. You are not looking so well. Have you eaten?"
Nocturnal Legacy: Abby could hear the faint sounds of movement outside the cell door. Half lidded eyes looked to the door and when the viewing window slid open, she concentrated hard to try and make out the features of what was visible. Abby, with her being doped up on God knows what to keep her sedated and docile, stared for a long moment as he spoke. Nothing made sense. Not until he spoke in rough sounding English. With his posed question, she nodded. "I.. I have." she replied. Even if Abby wanted to attack, she didn't have the will power. Even the simplest of actions seemed to weigh heavily on her. [d]
Victor Nevzorov: "This is good. You need to keep up your strength." He debated a moment, then unlocked the door and stepped inside. He was a man of impeccable taste. The best clothing London and Milan could provide. His taste in women ran the same. Only the best. He closed the door behind him and closed the distance between them. He stopped some five feet from the bed, hands slid into his pockets as he regarded her.
Nocturnal Legacy: Abby's head would turn slowly from the door to the man as he entered in and then neared her. She sat there, hands in her lap, staring. "Why am I here? What did I do?" she asked. A few things having become a little clearer at times as drugs would nearly wear off. But of course never did before she was getting the next round. Her head continued to rest back against the cold wall behind her. [d]
Victor Nevzorov: "You are a work of beauty." He continued to study her. "You could use a bath though. Your eyes, it would appear that you've been crying. I had hoped you would be somewhat accustomed to your situation by now."
Nocturnal Legacy: Abby stared blankly. "Accustomed to my situation? This isn't a situation. I want out. I want to go home." she replied. Her tone never growing above its normal range or pitch. Sounding calm, even if on the inside, she was screaming to the top of her lungs. "Why can't you just let me go? I promise... I won't tell anyone anything..." [d]
Victor Nevzorov: "Letting you go would be such a loss." He took a step closer, his hand slipping from his pocket as he lifted it, reaching to brush her hair back from her face. "You are so very beautiful. I could easily get a close to a million for you. More of course if you were pure, but ...." he shrugged his shoulders and leaned in, tempting fate as it were. "That's not the case now, is it?"
Nocturnal Legacy: Abby sighed and her eyes lowered briefly. That was until he took a step closer. Head canted and she cut her eyes to him in a leery fashion as he brushed her hair back from her face. She slowly tore her gaze away and leaned a little in an attempt to keep him from touching her more. Pure? No... she wasn't pure. But she didn't have to answer that. For all he knew, she could be and he not know it. No one knew what she did or had done behind closed doors. No one but herself and those who were privy to such. [d]
Victor Nevzorov: The hand that had brushed her hair back, grasped her chin in an iron grip, tipping her face up for study. "I think you and I will spend some time together. I will come to know you, better than you know yourself. And in that time, you would do well to take a bath." You have what you need. Avail yourself of it." He dropped his hand and stepped away, moving back toward the door before looking back at her. "If you do not do as asked, it will be done for you."
Nocturnal Legacy: Abby jerked her chin from his hold and stared with heavy lidded eyes. She didn't say anything for a long moment until he had moved off. Why? Because then there was no chance of him lashing out at her and causing harm. Abby knew she was in no position to fight back. "Done for me?" she asked. If its what she thought he meant... she was likely going to be very heavily sedated afterward and and kept that way. [d]
Victor Nevzorov: "If you do not bathe..." he turned to regard her, "I will have you chained, strung up so that you have no choice but to stand, and a fire hose turned on you. Then you will be scrubbed clean with lye soap and brushes. Then you will be hosed once more and left to dry. And trust me when I say, that is the light treatment."
Nocturnal Legacy: Abby stared as she listened and then sighed again. No... she didn't want to go through that either, even if its not what she had thought him to mean. Though, it still meant people touching her against her will and she didn't want that because then she would go crazy. Finally, she just looked away from him. Angered. [d]
Victor Nevzorov: Given time, he could well see her luxuriating in his own private bath at his villa in Italy. "Bathe. Change your clothes." He paused, "If you behave yourself, you may dine with me, tomorrow." And then he was stepping out, a scowl marring his brow as he slid the bolt home on the door, making certain she'd not be getting out any time soon.
Nocturnal Legacy: Abby, with head lowered and chin dipped, look to his departing figure as he gave his last order. Brows pinched together and she stared at the floor across from her, from the top of her bed. A last glance to the cell door once it was closed and locked before she looked to the opposite wall where the bathroom door was. She didn't like the idea of bathing in there. She feared for a lack of privacy. For all she knew, they could have cameras in there. But he had told her what would happen if she didn't. And worse, still, could follow. Abby would have to make a decision soon. Whether or not she liked it. [d]
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2013 19:06:10 GMT -8
He had gone now. Had left her to be. Once more alone and now thinking on the exchange of words. She wondered if maybe she cooperated, she could come to learn more about him, about where she was and about why she was here. Yet, there was a chance it could just lead to more danger as well. She stared once more at the cell door and pondered a few thoughts. After a few moments, she had come to make her decision. To comply with everything that was demanded of her. Well, almost everything. What was that ole saying her grandma use to share so much? If you can't beat'em, join'em. Join'em so you can then beat'em. The woman could be as crazy as a loon at times, but Abby had known what she meant by it. That whole keeping friends closer and enemies closer thing. It had been a while since she ate her last tray, and so the drugs they usually sedated her with, were beginning to wear off a little. Enough to where she could function a bit better. Carefully and slowly, she pushed from the bed, sliding to the edge. Once both feet were on the floor, she grounded them well before standing. With only a little wobbling and few pauses, she managed to reach the bathroom attached to the holding cell. She looked into the mirror and stared. She could hardly recognize herself. Dark circles under her red rimmed eyes. Her skin pale. Lips dry and cracked. Hair was oily and stringy. Abby sighed and looked then to all the things that were provided. Everything a woman like herself could need or want, for good hygiene care. She stepped closer to the shower, opened it and looked it over before turning the water on. Everything was shed except her shirt. Abby then stepped in and let the water run over her. Sighing at how nice it felt. How it seemed to just wash all her cares away. Even if for only a moment. She leaned against the hot wet tile for a time before she finally decided to wash up. Then? The she sank down into a corner and just let the water run. If it were possible, she'd never leave this very spot. Sadly, reality would return all to quickly for her after she finished bathing and then stepped out to dry off and change into the fresh clothes. Deodorant was applied and then it was the brushing of hair and teeth. When she next looked into the mirror again, she could see some semblance of who she was. After a long stare... Abby would exit the bathroom and find her tray waiting on her, as well as a fresh clean change of bed linens. After the meal... it was another long while of drowsiness and confusion before sleep would take her.
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