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(PART ONE)

Today was supposed to be a decent day for Kyle. Sure, he had picked up an extra odd job that added to his already incredibly busy work and study schedule, but this one-time gig payed more in one day what his usual job at the library payed in an entire month. The downtown art and history museum had somehow managed to get on the list of destinations to be visited by a prestigious traveling exhibit, one that contained multiple rare pieces of artwork that had survived for thousands of years buried underneath an ancient Roman tomb in Western Europe. With such a high amount of very important artifacts, the museum had taken it upon itself to hire out a few extra hands during the nights that the exhibit would be moving into and out of the building. The pay Kyle would get from this one night shift would finally put enough money into his bank account so that he could move out of his crappy one-room apartment and into a nicer place with some of his college buddies.

So when Kyle left his home and started making his way toward the antique looking building a good twenty minutes early for his shift, his hopes for his future move kept his thoughts thoroughly distracted from the goings-on that were taking place as a group gathered towards one of the more obscure side entrances.

"They've added extra security, they're on to us!"

"OR they're a museum worth their admission prices, and they know that there's the possibility that people like us might show up and wreck all their shit."

"......I'll admit that wrecking shit up was the primary reason why I agreed to this."

"Everybody shut up! We've been planning extensively for this. I already accounted for a few extra part-timers being here, even with more hands on deck the staff's still stretched thin. All we have to do is wait for this next shift change. That should give us all the opportunity we need to do things quietly." The leader of the group sent a pointed look to one of her masked contemporaries.

After receiving some nods and hums of agreement, the leader heard a soft chime come out of her watch. "That's our que ladies, we've got ten minutes, and that's assuming that everything goes perfectly according to plan." The four of them braced themselves, then slowly entered the building through an air vent that one of them had bribed a janitor to leave unscrewed earlier in the day.

Of course, nothing ever goes completely perfect no matter how hard people may hope, and all of them knew that, especially the leader of the group. What she didn't know was that things would be derailed so much just because of the presence of one poor young man who had the heart to show up early for his midnight shift.

Kyle didn't think much of it when he stepped into the back employee lounge and found it empty. Normally at his job at the library there was always at least one other person in the back rooms preparing to either start their shifts or go home. 'Well, they probably do things different here, pretty sure the museum has more than one employee room anyway,' Kyle thought as he tugged on his one-night-only blue coveralls 'Besides, I did get here kind of early. Oh well, maybe whoever my coworker is will be happy to leave a few minutes ahead of schedule.' Head still high in the clouds, he made his way down the dimly lit hall.

Poor Kyle never saw them coming. He never heard them enter through the air ducts, doesn't see four shadowy figures looting the European wing of the building, doesn't notice the lack of any other security guard until it's much too late. It's not until he reaches the empty security office, sees the 'error' message on every camera monitor, and notices the small droplets of blood on the surface of the desk that it finally registers in his head that something is VERY wrong.

It was then that he finally heard a group of voices from down the hallway, all of them coming his way. Thinking fast, Kyle ducked underneath the abandoned security desk, curling up into the tightest ball he could possibly make and praying that the voices he was hearing belonged to friendly museum-security workers and not horrible robbers and looters that wouldn't hesitate to hurt or kill him.

Within seconds though, he could tell that whoever had congregated outside of his office door, they most certainly did NOT belong to a couple of tired and overworked security personnel. Kyle spent what felt like hours quivering like a leaf underneath the desk, too afraid to even try to make out the chorus of hushed whispers that echoed around the bare walls of the office. When those hushed voices trickled off into silence, and that silence lingered for a few minutes, Kyle assumed that the intruders had decided to make their escape and let himself breathe out a soft sigh of relief.

"Well would you look at that. You sure are here early, aren't ya Kyle?"

Kyle let out a squeak, before promptly closing his eyes and curling up even tighter than before. 'I can't see you guys and you guys can't see me and I can't see your faces which means I'm not a witness which means you shouldn't have to kill me just be on your merry way!!!' He screamed internally. His fear was almost high enough to block out the chorus of voices that broke out after his hiding place was discovered.

"Dammit! Pepper, knock him out and throw him with the other guards."

"YOU ABSOLUTE DUMBASS! You don't say names in front of witnesses! Look! One of the cameras is already online, he could have been watching us this whole time! What if he already called the cops?!"

"Boss...? Suggestions would be real helpful right about now."

There was a single beat of uncomfortable silence, before finally the first woman who spoke, who Kyle now knew was the leader of their little clique, raised her voice again. "You guys get anything he might have left in the locker room. If he did, bring all of it. Cover your tracks and meet where we said we would. As for you," Kyle heard the sound of heavy boots making their way towards him, and he whimpered involuntarily "Sorry to break this to you sweetheart, but it looks like we're going to have to suggest you take a vacation. Effective immediately."

THAT got Kyle to finally look up, and he gasped when he looked into cool, narrow eyes squinting at him. Had they met in any other situation, Kyle would have called her brightly dyed red curls to be endearing. Now they just reminded him of Black Widow, which did not help his fears of being killed. Stammering out protests, he felt himself being dragged out of his hiding spot by smooth yet firm hands. "W-wait! You can just leave me here, I didn't see anything I swear!" He cried, desperately trying to twist away from the woman only to be caught off guard by a faint pinch in his upper arm. Almost immediately Kyle felt his legs go wobbly, and he barely registered that the woman holding him was now tenderly lowering him down onto the ground.

"Shhhh, that's it. It'll be easier if you don't fight me on this sweetheart. Nobody wants to hurt you, we just can't take any chances. We've worked too hard for this."

"Wuuuhhhh....howzzzzya dooo mah luughhh." Kyle babbled, his tongue all of a sudden feeling heavy and uncoordinated. Vaguely, he registered his hands being moved behind his back and forced together at the wrists, held together by something soft...leather? A belt? His legs were also restrained, with a sleek black strap forcing them together at the ankles, just below his knees, and his thighs.

"No...ughhhhh, hey! Puh....leasssssssss."

"Tsk, none of that. Come on now, please? Just keep those cute little lips of yours shut."

"I...dunnwanna....ughhhhh." Kyle groaned. His vision was swimming, but he heard a soft voice above him tutting, and a light pat to his cheek before something else soft was pushed gently past his lips.

"Mmph! Mrrmmmm, grmmphhh!"

The woman with the red curls tucked a thick cotton scarf into his mouth, pulling it tight and expertly tying a knot at the nape of his neck to hold it in place. She sighed. Of course she hadn't expected the heist to go perfect, she had accounted for some trouble. But she had thought trouble would come in the form of a heavily armed guard, or a security feature their previous intel had failed to mention. Kidnapping had never been part of the plan. Drugged out as he was, Kyle could barely manage a wriggle as he softly moaned behind his gag, too far out of it to realize that the woman who had bound him was now staring at him with an unreadable expression.

The silence was interrupted by an ear-splitting screech coming from the speaker that rested in the middle of the ceiling. "Oh god DAMMIT!" The woman cried, bending down to tie another scarf, a thin black one this time, around Kyle's eyes. He mumbled in protest, crying out when he suddenly felt her lift him up princess style and sprint down the back hallway. Kyle felt the warm night's breeze brush the hair against his face when they made it outside.

"This was not part of the plan."

"We're taking him with us?!"

"Can't we just dump him?"

"Don't be a brat! We'll just - ugh, we'll figure this out later now MOVE!"

Poor Kyle was jostled as the woman leaped into what he was assuming the back of the four girls' getaway vehicle. With alarms from the museum still blaring behind them, the restrained former security guard heard a muffled "Floor it!" from somewhere up in front of him and was dumped unceremoniously onto something soft as the vehicle careened away from the curb and sped down the road.

"Mmmphmmph! Mphhhhh..."

Blind, bound, and feeling increasingly drowsy from whatever that woman had given him, Kyle grumbled behind the thick cotton gag in his mouth as he felt fingers run through his long brown hair.

"Looks like we might be roommates for a while."

"Mph!"

"Heh, yeah I know. Probably not your first choice for a vacation." Kyle could barely hear her, he was so tired. His breaths were becoming deeper and more even as he felt his remaining bits of consciousness slip away.

"Well, in any case, it's nice to meet you Kyle."

" Mmmmmmmph......."

"The name's Roxanne."

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(PART ONE)

Today was supposed to be a decent day for Kyle. Sure, he had picked up an extra odd job that added to his already incredibly busy work and study schedule, but this one-time gig payed more in one day what his usual job at the library payed in an entire month. The downtown art and history museum had somehow managed to get on the list of destinations to be visited by a prestigious traveling exhibit, one that contained multiple rare pieces of artwork that had survived for thousands of years buried underneath an ancient Roman tomb in Western Europe. With such a high amount of very important artifacts, the museum had taken it upon itself to hire out a few extra hands during the nights that the exhibit would be moving into and out of the building. The pay Kyle would get from this one night shift would finally put enough money into his bank account so that he could move out of his crappy one-room apartment and into a nicer place with some of his college buddies.

So when Kyle left his home and started making his way toward the antique looking building a good twenty minutes early for his shift, his hopes for his future move kept his thoughts thoroughly distracted from the goings-on that were taking place as a group gathered towards one of the more obscure side entrances.

"They've added extra security, they're on to us!"

"OR they're a museum worth their admission prices, and they know that there's the possibility that people like us might show up and wreck all their shit."

"......I'll admit that wrecking shit up was the primary reason why I agreed to this."

"Everybody shut up! We've been planning extensively for this. I already accounted for a few extra part-timers being here, even with more hands on deck the staff's still stretched thin. All we have to do is wait for this next shift change. That should give us all the opportunity we need to do things quietly." The leader of the group sent a pointed look to one of her masked contemporaries.

After receiving some nods and hums of agreement, the leader heard a soft chime come out of her watch. "That's our que ladies, we've got ten minutes, and that's assuming that everything goes perfectly according to plan." The four of them braced themselves, then slowly entered the building through an air vent that one of them had bribed a janitor to leave unscrewed earlier in the day.

Of course, nothing ever goes completely perfect no matter how hard people may hope, and all of them knew that, especially the leader of the group. What she didn't know was that things would be derailed so much just because of the presence of one poor young man who had the heart to show up early for his midnight shift.

Kyle didn't think much of it when he stepped into the back employee lounge and found it empty. Normally at his job at the library there was always at least one other person in the back rooms preparing to either start their shifts or go home. 'Well, they probably do things different here, pretty sure the museum has more than one employee room anyway,' Kyle thought as he tugged on his one-night-only blue coveralls 'Besides, I did get here kind of early. Oh well, maybe whoever my coworker is will be happy to leave a few minutes ahead of schedule.' Head still high in the clouds, he made his way down the dimly lit hall.

Poor Kyle never saw them coming. He never heard them enter through the air ducts, doesn't see four shadowy figures looting the European wing of the building, doesn't notice the lack of any other security guard until it's much too late. It's not until he reaches the empty security office, sees the 'error' message on every camera monitor, and notices the small droplets of blood on the surface of the desk that it finally registers in his head that something is VERY wrong.

It was then that he finally heard a group of voices from down the hallway, all of them coming his way. Thinking fast, Kyle ducked underneath the abandoned security desk, curling up into the tightest ball he could possibly make and praying that the voices he was hearing belonged to friendly museum-security workers and not horrible robbers and looters that wouldn't hesitate to hurt or kill him.

Within seconds though, he could tell that whoever had congregated outside of his office door, they most certainly did NOT belong to a couple of tired and overworked security personnel. Kyle spent what felt like hours quivering like a leaf underneath the desk, too afraid to even try to make out the chorus of hushed whispers that echoed around the bare walls of the office. When those hushed voices trickled off into silence, and that silence lingered for a few minutes, Kyle assumed that the intruders had decided to make their escape and let himself breathe out a soft sigh of relief.

"Well would you look at that. You sure are here early, aren't ya Kyle?"

Kyle let out a squeak, before promptly closing his eyes and curling up even tighter than before. 'I can't see you guys and you guys can't see me and I can't see your faces which means I'm not a witness which means you shouldn't have to kill me just be on your merry way!!!' He screamed internally. His fear was almost high enough to block out the chorus of voices that broke out after his hiding place was discovered.

"Dammit! Pepper, knock him out and throw him with the other guards."

"YOU ABSOLUTE DUMBASS! You don't say names in front of witnesses! Look! One of the cameras is already online, he could have been watching us this whole time! What if he already called the cops?!"

"Boss...? Suggestions would be real helpful right about now."

There was a single beat of uncomfortable silence, before finally the first woman who spoke, who Kyle now knew was the leader of their little clique, raised her voice again. "You guys get anything he might have left in the locker room. If he did, bring all of it. Cover your tracks and meet where we said we would. As for you," Kyle heard the sound of heavy boots making their way towards him, and he whimpered involuntarily "Sorry to break this to you sweetheart, but it looks like we're going to have to suggest you take a vacation. Effective immediately."

THAT got Kyle to finally look up, and he gasped when he looked into cool, narrow eyes squinting at him. Had they met in any other situation, Kyle would have called her brightly dyed red curls to be endearing. Now they just reminded him of Black Widow, which did not help his fears of being killed. Stammering out protests, he felt himself being dragged out of his hiding spot by smooth yet firm hands. "W-wait! You can just leave me here, I didn't see anything I swear!" He cried, desperately trying to twist away from the woman only to be caught off guard by a faint pinch in his upper arm. Almost immediately Kyle felt his legs go wobbly, and he barely registered that the woman holding him was now tenderly lowering him down onto the ground.

"Shhhh, that's it. It'll be easier if you don't fight me on this sweetheart. Nobody wants to hurt you, we just can't take any chances. We've worked too hard for this."

"Wuuuhhhh....howzzzzya dooo mah luughhh." Kyle babbled, his tongue all of a sudden feeling heavy and uncoordinated. Vaguely, he registered his hands being moved behind his back and forced together at the wrists, held together by something soft...leather? A belt? His legs were also restrained, with a sleek black strap forcing them together at the ankles, just below his knees, and his thighs.

"No...ughhhhh, hey! Puh....leasssssssss."

"Tsk, none of that. Come on now, please? Just keep those cute little lips of yours shut."

"I...dunnwanna....ughhhhh." Kyle groaned. His vision was swimming, but he heard a soft voice above him tutting, and a light pat to his cheek before something else soft was pushed gently past his lips.

"Mmph! Mrrmmmm, grmmphhh!"

The woman with the red curls tucked a thick cotton scarf into his mouth, pulling it tight and expertly tying a knot at the nape of his neck to hold it in place. She sighed. Of course she hadn't expected the heist to go perfect, she had accounted for some trouble. But she had thought trouble would come in the form of a heavily armed guard, or a security feature their previous intel had failed to mention. Kidnapping had never been part of the plan. Drugged out as he was, Kyle could barely manage a wriggle as he softly moaned behind his gag, too far out of it to realize that the woman who had bound him was now staring at him with an unreadable expression.

The silence was interrupted by an ear-splitting screech coming from the speaker that rested in the middle of the ceiling. "Oh god DAMMIT!" The woman cried, bending down to tie another scarf, a thin black one this time, around Kyle's eyes. He mumbled in protest, crying out when he suddenly felt her lift him up princess style and sprint down the back hallway. Kyle felt the warm night's breeze brush the hair against his face when they made it outside.

"This was not part of the plan."

"We're taking him with us?!"

"Can't we just dump him?"

"Don't be a brat! We'll just - ugh, we'll figure this out later now MOVE!"

Poor Kyle was jostled as the woman leaped into what he was assuming the back of the four girls' getaway vehicle. With alarms from the museum still blaring behind them, the restrained former security guard heard a muffled "Floor it!" from somewhere up in front of him and was dumped unceremoniously onto something soft as the vehicle careened away from the curb and sped down the road.

"Mmmphmmph! Mphhhhh..."

Blind, bound, and feeling increasingly drowsy from whatever that woman had given him, Kyle grumbled behind the thick cotton gag in his mouth as he felt fingers run through his long brown hair.

"Looks like we might be roommates for a while."

"Mph!"

"Heh, yeah I know. Probably not your first choice for a vacation." Kyle could barely hear her, he was so tired. His breaths were becoming deeper and more even as he felt his remaining bits of consciousness slip away.

"Well, in any case, it's nice to meet you Kyle."

" Mmmmmmmph......."

"The name's Roxanne."