A/N there will be cursing in this chapter as well. Sorry about it.

It has been a week since you were shot and you are no longer wheel-chair bound. The only misfortune is the fact that (Y/N) and Kelsey haven't found Sam Jones. You are currently grilling (Y/N)'s friend Carlos about his theatre.

"So (Y/N) said your theatre could fit three hundred people?" You ask that question because there will be a lot of people.

"Yes and we can live stream to the lobby as well," You are happy so far. You can see his glances at (Y/N).

"How long does it take to convert to a cinema?" You ask because the launch date is creeping up on you. You are stressed by the fact.

"Three days,"

"Julian notify the VIPs of the venue change. (Y/N) you should tell your captain about the venue change as well," You command.

"Already done,"

"Hey, Elon when we are done here how about I treat you to some lunch?" You can tell she is offering to relieve the building stress. (Y/N)'s phone rings.

"Yes, Kate?" A minute later she is finished on the phone. She has got a worried look on her face. She sights.

"What's wrong?" You ask and she shrugs.

"It's Sam Jones he and his gang attacked Kate. She also said they took someone important" (Y/N) fills you in.

"Mr Musk I'll start the conversion as soon as possible," Carlos remarks. At least something is going your way.

"Thank you, Carlos," You are being as sincere as possible. The meeting is interrupted by your phone ringing. You answer it.

"Yes, Jessie?" It's your PA for Tesla.

"Elon we have a problem," his voice is trembling.

"Someone kidnapped Franz,"

"Did you see who?" You ask. Your concern starts growing. So does the tension in the room.

"No, but they were driving a black Ford," Jessie replies.

"I'll head to Tesla HQ as soon

as possible," You respond. You hang up.

"We have a problem," (Y/N) already knows it.

"Let's go then and sorry Carlos for putting you through this," (Y/N) apologies to Carlos again.

"Don't worry," he responds. Twenty minutes later you are in your office and you are pacing around while you think of a plan.

"Elon what's wrong," the tension is clearly annoying her. Your phone rings again. The caller ID says it's Franz but you know better. You answer it and put in on loudspeaker so (Y/N) can hear it.

"Are you alone?" the caller asks

"Yes, I am," You lie which makes you uncomfortable.

"If you want Franz back unharmed you will cease the falcon 10x program if not More people will die," the man hangs up. You glance at her because you have no idea what to do.

"Shit what am I supposed to do now?" you are about to lose it. In fact, you do. You throw some of the folders on your desk in frustration. You see (Y/N) text someone. Ten minutes later her partner has arrived.

"Wait how did you get the demand?" (Y/N) remarks. She is surprised but you are not.

"One of Sam's men gave Kate a note to pass on the Elon," Kelsey passes you an evidence bag with the note. You take it and read it

"They want me to meet Sam at the docks with evidence I cancelled the launch in three hours,"

"Why don't we fake a major test failure?" (Y/N) asks referring to safety tests.

"Hmm," You start thinking about what (Y/N) Suggested. Your thoughts don't last long because she is right. Sam won't know the difference between the reports and what actually happened because he won't be there.

"Actually we could release a false report to the public about the static fire test," You quickly snap out of your thoughts. You elaborate on your plans.

"When is the static fire test anyway?" she asks. Luckily it's in thirty minutes.

"Thirty minutes," you respond. Things are finally looking up. Twenty minutes later you've briefed the SpaceX crew on what's going on.

"Static fire in ten minutes," The audible countdown begins. Ten minutes later they've fired the engines and everything is fine.

"Julian can you adjust the press release to mention a failure in the thrust control," You Know the thrust control is the most important part of the ship and without it, the falcon 10x won't fly. Three minutes later Julian comes back with a copy of the fake report and you start reading it. (Y/N) is reading over your shoulder but you are too engrossed to care.

"I'll be right back," you leave.