"Who The Hell...?"

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Hank opened the trunk of the Lincoln, stared at the woman bound and gagged, then slammed the lid down again. He stared off over the Towncar's roof, beyond the East River at the Manhattan skyline as he asked calmly, "Who the hell is that?"

The men standing around him looked to one another, wondering which should answer, since their boss didn't seem to be addressing the question to anyone in particular. One of the thugs finally volunteered, "The judge's daughter."

Hank drew a deep breath, held it a moment, then let it slip from his body slowly. He opened the trunk again, staring at the young woman a bit longer. As before, he shut the trunk again, but this time turned slowly and lashed out; his fist smashed against the temple of the closest man, stunning him and sending him to the ground. The others backed away a step, their shocked eyes looking between Hank and the man unconscious on the ground. Taking and releasing another deep breath, Hank said just as calmly as before, "This is not the judge's daughter ... you ... fucking ... morons."



Fifty minutes later, after a bumpy ride over poorly maintained roads, Hank opened the trunk again, reached down, and untied the gag from the woman's mouth. He pulled a gun from the shoulder harness and said with a polite smile, "Scream ... and you die."
 
Eden Wolf was the only daughter to the top business man in the whole city, her father was brilliant with business and had more money then god. Her car had broken down and her cell phone did not work because of her stupid battery being dead, she only had one choice she had to walk to a phone. But she did not see the men behind her, she had her Ipod on trying to get rid of the terrifying feeling of being out in the darkness. But she did her best, but she felt something bad was about to happen.

And it did.

Before she knew it someone put a hand over her mouth, she cried out but it was just muffled and felt someone grabbing her arms and tied her hands behind her. And a gag over her mouth, her grey eyes showed utter shock and her black hair lay still and she was thrown into the back of a trunk and the trunk door slammed shut. She was terrified and knew her father knew people and hopefully her father could do something, since her father was a powerful man. She was always daddies little princess which helped a lot.

But then after everything that happened and then when the door opened again and a gun pointed at her while her gag was removed. She wasn't afraid of guns or thugs, she had just been shaken a bit but now she was more mad then anything. "If my father finds out I am missing, you will have wished you kidnapped the wrong girl" She said lowly for only there boss to hear, she did not yell, or fight she just looked him in the eyes. For someone who just turned 19 things were certainly going off to a rough start.
 
"If my father finds out I am missing," the woman in the truck said up to Hank in a growled whisper, "you will have wished you kidnapped the wrong girl."

"Oh, baby girl," he chuckled, "you have no idea how true I wish that wasn't."

He stepped back, allowing two of the men to rush in, gag her again, manhandle her out of the trunk, and rush her inside a small cabin sitting in the dark woods. Inside, they plopped her down into a deep, worn recliner, cut the ropes binding her hands, and clicked her wrists into handcuffs attached to metal hooks that seem to have been affixed to the ratty old recliner specifically for this purpose.

Hank gestured the men outside, gave Eden a long look -- ignoring her continued protestations to her treatment -- then went to the cabin's porch, closing the door behind him. Fifteen minutes passed before he returned, alone this time, placed a wooden chair before the young woman, and -- with a polite smile -- asked, "Who the hell are you...?"
 
Eden hated this but knew there was nothing that could be done, she heard the men and it was far from nice. They seemed to hurt her no matter what they did, so she had no damn idea what was going to happen. And when they gagged her again she cried out and coughed a little bit, watching as they shoved her into a recliner. Watching as the handcuffs came on and she growled even more, but she said nothing. Did not really struggle at all, she was looking around as the men left and she sighed.

But then a man came to her sitting down and she was rather curious about him. That smile this was all a mistake that she knew, but Eden was kinda a rebel. And when the man asked who she was, something in her began to wonder what he had intended and sighed a little bit. There was no point to lie to him, so her grey eyes looked at the man and offered a kind relaxed smile and sat back no longer struggling. And did not know how much to tell him, and what not to but it did not matter.

"My name is Eden Wolf, my father owns Wolf Enterprises and owns many businesses in this city"
 
(OOC -- I dressed Eden. Hope you don't mind.)

"Wolf Enterprises..." Hank repeated, trying to recall what he knew of the corporation. Big outfit, had its hands in everything from venture capital to manufacturing to real estate to government contracts. He smiled knowingly, wondering if this girl, Eden, knew what else her father and his fat cats had his hands in. He said with an unimpressed tone, "I've heard of them."

He crossed to a black satchel on the counter and pulled out a small handled device. He returned to her, turned it on, and raised it up and down before her body; it buzzed lightly but made none of the sounds he'd feared, meaning she wasn't injected with a tracking device as he'd expected his intended target to have been.

Hank repeated the scan again, though not because he doubted the results. His gaze this time was just over the light and detector meter ... at her body. She was a shapely girl, shown a bit better now that the manhandling had popped loose her blouse's upper button, revealing the lacy bra beneath; and being tossed into the chair so roughly had caused her skirt to rise up a bit, far enough that another inch would have shown Hank the color and style of her panties ... assuming she was wearing any, he thought.

He unnecessarily completed the second scan and turned away, returning the device to the bag. He leaned back against the table, looking her in the eyes, then a bit lower. Again, his smile spread as he thought to himself, She is, and they're red ... fiery, baby girl, fiery.

"Okay, so..." he said, not really knowing where to go from here. He jerked a thumb over his shoulder toward the closed cabin door and said, "Here's the situation. Those idiots who snatched you were, obviously, supposed to snatch someone else. Now, don't get me wrong ... if you are who you say you are, you, too, are a valuable ransom subject. Unfortunately, I don't have a fool proof plan in place for you, so..."

He reached inside his jacket and whipped out a semi-automatic pistol, then pulled a silencer out from under the other shoulder and began attaching it. "So ... I'm not sure what to do with you except ... well, you know..."
 
Eden watched what he was doing and when he took out this hand held thing she knew what it was for, and silently sighed and watched as he did it twice and could not help but laugh a little bit at him. She had the tracking device removed she did it herself once, and the way she did it was horrific. But watching the man she could not help but be curious about him, and when he took out the gun she looked down. No one knew about the struggles she had with her father within this past year with her dad.

But then she did something not to say or even do and smiled a bit "My father is worth billions if not more, what if I told you I could get you enough money to live off of? Only thing in return I would want is a small cut, everyone respects my father. But they do not know what that man is like, and I have been wanting to get away from him for a year now. He blames me for my mothers death, and he is rather violent towards me. There was a tracker on me, but I removed it myself with a knife"

She moved her arm showing him a scar it was small but still marked up her skin, looking at this man. "Or you can kill me so I can be with my mother, dad won't give a shit any more. Not since his precious angel died" She said sighing, precious angel was what her father call her mother. And not once was she precious to her father after her mother died. The accident not her fault, yet her father blamed her for it. And looked up at the man again and smirked a little bit, not caring about anything. "Call it my own sweet revenge"

She looked out the window seeing some of the guys smoking, and in the back of her head she made peace the best she could. Figuring she was about to die, and she was not afraid to do it. After her mother died she lost the sense of fear any more. She could still be startled, show a little fear there. But once she can think about it for a moment, it was not as scary. But what she did not notice was a tear falling down her cheek that the man could see, she was concentrating so hard on other things.

A little rich girl was human after all, she could have everything but wanted none of it any more. Sighing a little bit and got lost into something, she was thinking of a song that ran into her head and did not realize she was actually singing it since it was how she felt.

"A-yo, A-yo,
I heard you ridin' with the same tall, tall tale
Tellin' em you made some
Sayin' you runnin' but you ain't goin' no where
Why you procrastinate girl?
You got a lot but you just waste all yourself
They'll forget your name soon, name soon
And won't nobody be to blame but yourself

Looking back up at him she looked him dead into the eyes.
 
"My father is worth billions if not more..." Eden began, going on to tell about her feelings for her father and his money. She finished, "Call it my own sweet revenge."

Hank watched her in silence as she went on, eventually beginning a slow walk around the table she was secured in. He hadn't really planned on putting a bullet through her head, but he had wanted he to think so; he'd wanted her to fear him and, hopefully, make controlling her easily while he searched for an idea of what the hell to do with her.

But listening to her talk about her father and what apparently was a failing relationship between them intrigued him. He still didn't have the slightest of a plan, but his mind was spinning with the possibilities.

She began singing, almost a mumble at first but strengthening as she continued. She looked up at him with empty eyes.

Hank simply stared back at her for a long moment ... before lifting the pistol, leveling the end of the silencer to point at the middle of her forehead. After a moment he said, "One false move ... and you won't have another move of any type ... understand?"

He lowered the weapon, stared at her for a moment, then turned for the cabin's tiny kitchen corner, asking, "Can I get you anything to eat or drink?"
 
She was far from afraid of him and it showed she did not fear him or the gun he held, even with it pressed to her forehead. And even smirked a little at him, not the kind of smirk that she had something up her sleeve. No she started to think about what to do, and with just the two of them in the cabin she just sighed silently. When he asked if she under stood she blinked her eyes and instead of nodding "Yes I understand" Eden said simply and then she heard the question that he gave her and the smirk turned into a smile.

And nodded a bit "Yeah not to sure what you have so it doesn't matter, the stronger the better" She said simply and cracked her neck a bit. And it was rather peaceful in the cabin now, she had no idea what he was going to do with her. And the wheels in her head were turning, looking down for a moment she grinned. Coming up with an idea to help him, since she wanted to see her father destroyed. To lose everything the way he made her feel, which was crappy and then began to speak.

"I know how you can get money from my father, without him knowing till its to late. I have access to his personal information. If I had a lap top I could get into his information by knowing his password and put it in an off shore account that cannot be tracked, my father never found out I can hack into almost anything" She said as she relaxed back in the chair.
 
Hank went through the cabin's cupboards, then the fridge. There wasn't much there. The original plan had only called for them to be at the small cabin for a few hours before meeting up with the plan's real master mind. Now, with the wrong hostage, Hank has no idea of how to proceed, let alone explain his team's disastrous error.

He stepped over to the small table near Eden, setting done the half full box of Triscuits, tin of oysters in oil, and two unrefridgerated bottles of dark beer. He uncuffed the hand nearest the table, reminded her about being good, then stepped back to study her.

While he believed that Eden likely did have some harsh feelings for and opinions of her father -- what daughter didn't at times -- he doubted that she could pull off the plan she was suggesting. He believed that she knew more than her father thought she did, but men like The Wolf didn't invest or hide a penny without safeguards to ensure that penny remained securely where it was. However, Hank was always willing to entertain a profitable plan.

"Okay, then, Eden..." he began slowly, "...this is how we will proceed. First ... I won't put a bullet through you brain and dump you in the East River."

He waited for her response, then continued. "Second ... you will tell me ... something ... anything ... that you feel will prove your value to me. Get me through a security door ... help me find a secure stash of treasury bonds ... point me to a safe full of diamonds ... what ever."

He stepped closer and knelt before her, leveling their faces with one another and staring into her eyes. "Imagine all of those silly ass crime movies and television shows you've ever watched, and provide me with something that will prove your worth to me. If my men succeed in ... getting whatever it is ... then and only then will I entertain this notion of helping you strike back at your father."

His last line was carefully structured to point out that her desire was going to be served, not his. He'd learned early in his career of no good that the only cohort who could ever be trusted was the one working for themselves, not for you. If Eden thought that it was she who would get the most out of this, then Hank felt he could trust her more.

Hank would, of course, profit from this as well. But there was no reason to mention that at this point...
 
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Eden watched him closely to see what he was doing, it did not matter if he killed her. So she just sat back and watched the man before her trying to find something to eat. And it seemed that his plan was really in trouble, and grinned a little bit. He had no idea what skills she had, she had been underground for a few years. She was brilliant but did not harp on anything like that, and really she just did not care. Sitting back and relaxing, cracking her neck as she yawned silently and was beyond happy.

Then he came over with what he found and she put one into her mouth, she listened to him. So he wanted proof huh? Then he would have his proof she did not know how to get him the proof at this moment, this would have to be based on trust. And no one trusted the other so it was annoying really, she continued to eat what he got her and knew they could simply get so sick of her they just kill her. But sitting back she was watching the man off and on for a while. And silently sighed.

Thinking for a moment she was rather clueless about what is going to happen, but seeing her bag she looked at the man. "If you want some proof that I can actually do something, you need to un cuff me and hand my my bag. It has my laptop in it, and then I can show you what I can do" She said simply and looked at the guy unsure what he would do. But right now it mattered not to her. She just looked around her grey eyes looking at the man. He was rather cute, well cute for a bad guy any way.
 
Hank considered Eden's request for a long moment, then turned away from her and exited the cabin, leaving the door open behind him. "Frankie! C'mere."

One of the hoods joined Hank on the porch, where the ring leader turned to face Eden. Talking such that Eden could very well hear him, he said, "She wants to use her laptop. Is there anyway that she can be traced to this location using it."

"Of course," the young criminal said. "If she uses any program that relies on a gps signal ... a mapping program ... shopping site, looking for a nearby store ... anything like that."

Hank patted the young man on the shoulder, telling him, "Thanks. Send Pete up here, will ya?"

Hank returned to stand near to Eden. He kept his gaze set upon the young woman when the other thug joined him, telling him, "Go down to that market at the intersection. You should be able to see the entry road coming up to the cabin, as well as the sky above it."

"We 'specting company, Boss?" the man said in a heavy, Eastern European accent.

"I don't know," Hank answered. "That'll be up to our guest here. I want you to stay there until I call you. If I haven't called you in 30 minutes ... I want you to walk into the market ... and kill everyone."

Pete's eyes widened. "'scuse me, Boss?"

"You heard me," Hank confirmed, his eyes still on Eden. "If I don't call, kill them all. If you see police cars come up the access road, kill them all. If you see a helicopter in the air any where in the vicinity ... kill them all. Clear...?"

Pete looked to Eden for a moment, then shrugged, picked up the shotgun that had been leaning against the wall near the door, and said, "Yes, Boss."

Hank waited until he heard the engine of the old pickup truck outside fire up, then set up Eden's laptop on the rickety dining room table. He released the second handcuff from her wrist, stepped back, gestured toward the table, and said simply, "Show me."
 
Eden had no idea what to expect really all she knew was she was in the middle of no where so she thought, but then the man said a market close by. So she began to sit and watch the man even more closer, a soft smile on her face she just could not help herself. It was rather strange really, but she did her best to just try and think of something else. But then she could not hear the whole conversation she just heard the word market, but she tried not to really worry about it. One leg crossed over the other.

But then she heard him come back and slowly opened up her eyes, and watched as he removed one handcuff which felt really nice. And then the second one, she rubbed her wrists as she slowly stood up. Knowing this man he had a lot of tricks up his sleeve, she had no idea what in the world she was doing. She knew this was wrong, yet did she give a shit? Hell no. She did not care about what her father was any more, it was just something she felt she had to do. Even though she could be killed at any time.

Hearing what he said and she slowly made her way to the table, and she sat down. Watching the man very carefully, her laptop switched on as she waited a few moments. Grabbing her bag she opened it in his view so when she reached in he could see what she was grabbing, and she took out a black disk. And she opened up the CD door and slid it in, a screen came up so he would know what was on the disk it was really easy in big leaders it said "Hacker Security 2.0" Right on it and sighed.

"This program here will make it so it is impossible to be tracked, I belong to an underground hacking group. None of us like to be tracked and if what I say is a lie you may shoot me, but you will need to trust me. Which I know I understand the game sir, but I can get you into any building. Father kept me out of the light because I have a criminal record of hacking into the FBI information lists on suspects. So you see I am far from innocent myself, so we share one thing in conman at least."

She cracked her knuckles and began to pull up her fathers company and said she needed a password. She put in a few numbers and letters, and it had a "Welcome Back Mr. Wolf" right on it, she began to bring up records of her father. Pressing a few buttons as she got into his bank account, seeing how much her father truly had and it was over 600 million. Looking up at the guy she sat back. "This money can be yours if we can find a way to not be able to track this money, it would have to be a offshore account.

Where I will put a computer virus into my fathers system where it will destroy all records. And he wont be able to trace the money, only problem that is. I need to get into my fathers office, I know where all the security cameras and guards are, I would need to sneak into the security room to put in a video that will do a loop going over and over. By the time they figure out something is wrong, we would be out of there before they could even take a breath"
 
Hank watched Eden closely, hoping to god that she took his threats seriously and did not force him to kill her. He didn't like killing women. He'd been a Security Contractor in Iraq and twice -- near the end of the occupation, as al Qaeda was getting desperate to kill Americans -- had had to kill women who he'd thought were suicide bombers. He was right once; he was tragically wrong the other, though, and still to this day had nightmares about it from time to time.

"This program here will make it so it is impossible to be tracked," she explained, telling about her experience with the Underground. A $600 million dollar figure popped up on the screen. She explained what she needed to successful access the money, finishing, "By the time they figure out something is wrong, we would be out of there before they could even take a breath."

Hank knew it wasn't that easy, of course. Banks and the big wigs who dealt with them has layers upon layers of security -- electronic, for the most part, but armed personnel in some cases, too -- designed to prevent exactly what Eden was suggesting.

But she was confident in what she said, and Hank suspected that what she was saying was legit. The only problem, of course, would be those security devices she didn't know about.

"Tell you what, sweetheart," he told her, leaning over her and tapping at the keyboard, bringing up another internet tab. He could smell Eden this close, a combination of expensive perfumes or soaps and natural, feminine scent. It was very appealing, and again, a light twinge reminded him that his dick was still there, still lonely, and still eager to get close to a naked Eden Wolf.

"Let's say we start small," he said. The home page for an armored car company appeared, and as he stood to height again, he said, "I have a friend who works at Brinker-Davis Transport. They are on call, 24/7, and I happen to know that they service the Fourth Street branch of Federal Savings and Loan ... your daddy's bank."

He tapped the mouse and brought up the screen of her father's business. He pointed, saying, "Your transfer $100,000 from that branch to one on the other side of town. BDT will get the call, and my buddy will make sure he's in the truck. And ... we'll meet it for a ... transfer of our own."

He leaned over her chair again, his face next to hers, his mouth near her cheek.."You do this ... and then we'll think about the big score."
 
Eden knew this was not going to be and she was interested that he was interested in this plan, the way he looked at her made her think something was up. But she just ignored that and allowed herself to just sit back and relax in the chair. But when he was so damn close it was remarkable, and could smell him which was rather nice. But hearing what he said about a small score, she sat there for a moment. And then she just let things roll when they did, but she did have just one suggestion with him.

"I personally think it would be best I went in to collect the money, my bank is the same one you want me to use. And then I can go in the bank, and of course you can have one of your men watching me, perhaps pose as a boyfriend to me just for show. I am always taking money out of my fathers account so they will not know any better, but I am afraid if you just do it yourself or have one of your men do it. I actually know where all the security is in that bank, I cased it myself once in a blue moon.

But me going they would not concerned, and I don't think you want that to happen. Then a suggested car pulled up in front of the bank, where we would make our getaway. I know nothing is ever easy, and all in all she just did not know if he would be angry with her suggestion. It was a suggestion that did not come lightly. And then we could go to any place you wish to go sir, all in all it could work if you think positive. So that is what my idea was, unless you do not like it of course. "

She said in a matter of fact kind of tone any way, it was just something that sounded fun. But she did know where the security was and where all the cameras are. She would be able to spot exactly what was a security risk for them. Though she figured he would not take the suggestion, since really she was not at this but till today. I guess all we can do is just sit see what happens, and I am not the kind of girl to cause trouble so yes I am heeding what you told me. But it is not necessary and hope you see that in time"
 
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