I was taken very far out of town to an abandoned warehouse, where there were at least 20 more goons waiting. My only guess was that their boss man was in the building too. I was led very harshly through the building, hands bound with rope behind my back and a gag in my mouth. They led me through the building and down a few flights of stairs, before we finally went into a room.

The only thing in this room was a metal chair, and I was taken over to it. My hands were retied around the chair, and my gag was removed. I thought I felt dried blood on the back of my chair, and resisted the urge to gag.

"What are gonna do?" I asked in a confident, tilting my head over to the side. These idiots were not about to know that I was a bit scared. So I kept my gaze very focused and sharp on the man standing right in front of me.

The guy laughed. "Not me," was all he said. He and the other goons left the room, leaving me alone to think about what could possibly happen. The goon had said 'not me', so clearly someone else does the interrogating. My money was on the boss man.

As if on cue, the door opened again and a very formal looking man stepped in the room. Everything about him was dark- his skin, eyes, the hair peaking out from under his fedora. He was dressed in a nice, black suit with thin white stripes, and had a black tie to go with it. There was something about this man that said 'pimp' and 'crime boss.' He was flanked by at least four other men on each side. There were very few men in the Miami area who had a presence like this man did.

"I'm going with you're the boss?" I asked him. He smiled and I saw some gold teeth in his mouth.

"What gave it away," he asked, chuckling. He had a very New Jersey accent, and I wondered what the hell a Jersey boy was doing in Miami. At least his appearance made a bit more sense. He snapped his fingers and one of his bodyguards brought forth a chair for the boss man to sit in. He sat down and crossed a leg over the other, like some sort of proper man. I was very confused on what he was trying to be; tough guys usually didn't cross their legs like a lady at a fancy restaurant, but that's what he did.

"The name's Henry Edwards. You may have heard of me, but I doubt you've gotta picture in that pretty little file room of yours at the SSR. Speaking of," he stood again and started to pace slightly. "You need to give me some information about that little place, a'ight? It's the only way you'll make it out alive."

Now it was my turn to laugh. Mr. Edwards looked very confused, and so did the bodyguards, although they started looking confused when Mr. Edwards was talking about what he wanted from me. I ignored it for now and gave Mr. Edwards a sarcastic smile. "It's honestly really funny that you think I'd tell you anything. I was trained for situations like this; you're not getting a peep outta me Mr. Edwards," I responded.

However Mr. Edwards smiled back, and stepped towards me. "You know, he told that about you. But you also need to know that I will use any tactics I need to in order to get what I want. Any tactics." The threat was very obvious, but I was holding my ground nonetheless with a bored expression on my face.

Mr. Edwards looked pissed at my uncooperativeness. Must've thought I was going to break, but sadly he was wrong. Whomever the previously mentioned 'he' was clearly didn't know me well enough. "Fine. We're doing it your way. Jerry!" A bodyguard came forward. This one- Jerry- was very big. He was not only tall, but pretty buff too. It wasn't hard to guess he was the one who did the dirty work. "You know what to do."

It started out with just some slapping, him squeezing my arms to where they'll be bruised, and some choking. It escalated to some kicks in the shin and punches to the stomach, and those hurt like the devil, but I still didn't crack. It was when we were getting into gut punches that Mr. Edwards had enough.

"Gah!" he yelled out, and kicked over his chair. I smiled at his anger and showed off my blood-stained teeth. "How the hell have you not broken yet! You're a woman for Christ's sake!" Mr. Edwards yelled out. I simply smirked at him. That got him riled up even more, and he stormed over to me and gripped my chin in a death grip. "How the hell am I supposed to get information out of you?"

There was a moment of silence after that, and finally he let me go and stepped back. I watched him intently. He faced away from me with his hands on his hips. In a flash, he had pulled out a gun from his suit jacket pocket and shot me through the side, and my chair fell back. I let out a scream as the bullet tore through me, and tears threatened to spill from all the pain.

Edwards walked back over and put a foot right on top of the wound, causing me to clench my jaw hard and squeeze my eyes shut. My breathing was heavy and every move hurt like a fire was burning through me. Edwards leaned down into my face. "That's not gettin' fixed anytime soon so I hope you're fine with just bleedin' out. Unless you give me what. I. Want."

I pushed the pain back enough to open my eyes and stare right at him. "Not happening," I said through clenched teeth. Edwards lifted is foot up and started walking out.

"Have fun bleedin' to death then. Ain't goin' to be fun for ya."

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It hadn't been long since I was left to die in this disgusting room, but I managed to untie myself from the chair and get up. The bleeding was now being stopped by a discarded piece of clothing left in the room, and I really didn't want to think about where it could've come from. And honestly, an infection was the last thing on my mind right now.

There was a window big enough to fit a person, but I'd have to climb up a good bit to reach it. Using the chair, I could barely reach the edge of the window frame. I huffed and looked around the room for anything else to use. There, in a far corner, I saw a stool that looked like it could sit atop the chair nicely. So I hurried over (as best as I could with a bleeding, gaping hole in my side) and got the stool. Quickly I put it on the chair and climbed up onto the top of my stack. Now I had a good reach and was more likely to be able to get out.

I heard some noises from far down the hallway, and hurried to open the window. "Jeez just open you transparent bastard," I mumbled. The latches finally came undone and I opened up the window. Without a care as to who was on the other side of the window, I pulled myself up (very thankful for the adrenaline rush that blocked out the pain) and dragged myself out. By the time the door to my room opened, I was closing the window.

My feet carried me quickly through the early morning, and I hoped I could find a car and hot-wire it to start it. There were cars over to my right, so that's where I ran. I dove inside the closest one and saw that the keys were left in the cup holder. "Yes!" I exclaimed, and got the car started.

The TC Midget sputtered to life, I put the gear into drive, and got the hell out of there. Gunshots followed behind me, but I had a plan. As soon as I got to a good place to hide out, I'd jump out of the car and hide inside of a building or behind a car or whatever was easiest.

Now, the only problem was I had no idea where the hell I was going. For about fifteen minutes I just drove as fast as I could down the road, and finally city come into view. I took sharp turns wherever I could until I found a good street to enact my plan. People weren't really out, so I just popped open the driver's side door and jumped out. The car crashed into some parked ones in front of it, and I ran into an alleyway behind some dumpsters to hid until I could confirm the car wasn't coming after me.

The black car carrying the goons and most likely the boss man pulled up close to the alleyway, and three men jumped out of the vehicle. They searched the wreckage and found nothing, and when police sirens sounded in the distance, they got the hell outta there. I stood slowly and came out from the alleyway.

Police vehicles showed and I got ready to do a statement, and then ask for a ride to the SSR building. The bad guys still had my personal stuff, and I wanted it back dammit! Police officers hurried out of their vehicles, two coming right for me. My gunshot wound must look pretty suspicious too, because that's where they were looking then they surveyed the damage I had on the other parts of my body.

"Ma'am, we need to get you to a hospital!" one said, and his partner was about to get one, but I waved them off.

"I'm fine, honestly. I just need to get to the SSR and speak to Chief Frank Campbell now." The two officers nodded and they took me in the vehicle to the SSR building. I hurried inside and the lady, Marie, let me through the secret door pretty quickly when she saw the state I was in.

Agents stared at me in shock as I hurried over to the chief's office. "Campbell!" I yelled out. My legs hurt and the adrenaline was finally wearing off; the pain of my wound had never been more prevalent than now. A very disheveled chief came out of the office, took one look at me, and sprinted over. For a man over 70 years old, he was pretty fast.

"Jesus Tiffany what the hell happened? You're dying it seems, and you missed your flight, and gah is that a gunshot wound?" By now the whole office was surrounding us, but I paid them no mind.

Instead, I looked into the chief's eyes harshly. "I have a lead on Henry Edwards, crime lord of the area. He also seems to have my stuff."

A/n: Sorry for not updating last week, I was on an island enjoying life for once lmao

But really, sorry about that and here is the next chapter! I'm posting the next chapter as well today so you can get some more reading in. I'm glad I chose to post on Wednesdays, because now that Loki's over and we don't have any new Marvel shows, I can be the thing you look forward to seeing on Wednesdays :)

Hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I really hope you stick around because this is just the buildup to the rest of the amazing story!

Bye Lovelies!!!!!!!!!!!!