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Characters: Kevas and the lucky lady Indin for now...
Date: August 24
Location: Fire Sector
Situation: IT'S A SURPRISE PARTY (the surprise is kidnapping)
Warnings/Rating: None at the moment

This whole endeavor took Kevas longer than he wanted. He already knew he was facing an uphill battle having almost no information beforehand. Adding to that was the fact that his target possessed the ability to change her features at will. It all made his contract a particularly vexing challenge. Fortunately Kevas enjoyed a challenge. What he enjoyed even more than that was winning.

It took time, but Kevas knew Indin's routine now. He knew where she went and what she was doing. To be honest he felt a little disappointed that she apparently sunk to being a drug runner. The way China spoke of her, he expected something a little more. More than once he thought about destroying the packages she left behind. That would just alert her to his presence though, and he'd have to start from the beginning. Not to mention destroying a few packages of drugs here and there would do nothing to solve that problem.

Besides, he wasn't getting paid to do that. No, his contract involved obtaining Indin and taking her back to China for questioning. Kevas planned to do just that. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, Kevas laid in wait in an alley of the seedier part of the Fire Sector. Despite his size Kevas nearly melted into the shadows. There he waited for his target to appear. Hopefully this would go smoothly. The last thing he wanted was to draw any kind of attention.

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Time passed. Eventually Indin made her appearance, at right about her usual time according to the route Kevas had observed.

She was being less cautious than maybe she ought, but this route was utterly routine by now. Boring was good, she guessed, but boring nevertheless. No one had caught on to her, and no one was about to.

She kept to the shadows, all the same, as the sun went lower and it was easy to get lost in them, especially with the hood on her cloak up. Some caution observed still, but for form's sake, not because she really felt like it was necessary.

Regrettably it was easy for her to miss the large figure in the other shadows, as well.

No escort. Good. That made his job even easier. Things would get messy otherwise.

The moment she passed by him Kevas went on the move. He needed to move quick. If she screamed or drew attention to herself he knew how bad this would look. The only one who knew what he was doing was China, and he got the feeling she would sell him out in a heartbeat if she had to. No, he was not giving away his shot.

Indin walked only a few meters ahead of him but with his long stride he closed the distance in a matter of moments. After one final look to ensure he saw no onlookers, Kevas struck. He made no sound as he moved. His arm darted towards her in an attempt to wrap around her throat like a python while he drew one of his throwing knives.

"Hrgk." The person behind her was big, Indin realized. Her hands scrabbled at an arm that felt more like a tree than a person, trying to find a purchase, and while she couldn't find breath to scream -- someone would at least come to see, probably, random screaming wasn't all that common in this part of town -- maybe she could squirm free. She drove an elbow backward, poorly aimed in her haste and fear but with some desperate force behind it.

Kevas took the elbow with little more than a grunt and his hold remained tight. A quick blow to a kidney would probably take the fight out of her, but he wanted to take her back to China without being roughed up if possible. Instead he pressed the tip of the dagger against her spine.

"Keep strugglin' and I make sure ya never walk again."

Sure Kevas wasn't that precise with a knife but she didn't need to know that.

Indin knew what a knife-prick felt like, and while she wasn't convinced he had the precision to do that without killing her -- and the fact he was trying to subdue her told her he probably didn't want to kill her -- she wasn't sure she wanted to risk it, either. She liked both walking and living, as it happened.

After a moment's frozen deliberation she stilled entirely, going deliberately limp. "What do you want?" she asked, sullen, quiet as he had been.

The moment she finished speaking Kevas' hand clamped over her mouth like a vice. He wanted to make it very clear that if he wanted, he could easily break her jaw...or he neck. While he wanted her alive he wasn't above hurting her if needed. Kevas only wanted her well enough to talk.

"Dat ain't be for ya to know. For now ya be comin' with me."

The knife moved away from her back but only so he could begin patting her down and checking her pockets. If she carried anything on her he wanted to find it.

Indin had things to say on that topic. What if she decided she would rather die than come with him? Granted, she didn't want to -- as long as she was alive, she could find a way to slip free, maybe -- but she wanted to know what he would do. Maybe figure out what kind of person she was dealing with.

"Mmfph," she said into his hand, resentful but more or less still. He'd relax after a little while.

Probably. If she was lucky.

She wasn't carrying much; some juulan, but she was coming back from making a drop, not dropping something off, and the state of her pockets reflected that. She did have a knife, but it was a small one, and not immediately in her reach.

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