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My attention turned to the metal wall as I looked for the source of the sound.

My eyes scanned the wall, looking over for dents or for scratches. I finally noticed it, it was straight ahead of my from eye level.

Head height.

"We need to leave." I looked towards Xavier but he kept rambling on and on about whats where.

Clang.

Metallic tumbling was heard above me. Automatically one of the vents to the roof began spewing smoke. Noticing from one of the skylights was blocked out, a man standing on top of it.

"Damnit!" I yelled. I began scrambling for the map on the table. Xavier noticed and automatically rushed for one of the doors, his men leading first. Gunshots began ringing out throughout the room.

Man crashed through the skylights. One landing on top of one of my men, blocking the door on my side.

"Damnit." I hissed before booking it to the other side of the warehouse, leaping over the table.

Bolting for the door one of the men leaped out, grabbing me by my vest.

I lashed back, elbowing him into the face. A hiss came in reply as he let go. I pushed him back as I try to make my way towards the door again.

This time someone slammed the door closed. This man had a skull mask on with dead eyes.

"Keep her in!" The man I elbowed shouted.

My heart raced as I charged at him. The masked mad narrowed his eyes as he ducked under one of my punches.

He pushed my arm up, exposing my armpit and gaps in my vest before jamming his other hand into the lowest part of my armpit.

His stab was precise. He was trying to make my arm useless. A stab a little lower would've made me lose complete mobility in my arm.

"Gah!" I gasped, he pulled out the knife from my skin. Pain burned from the new wound as he grabbed the back of my vest, pushing me down to the ground.

"Let me go!" I growled as I reach back into my pocket for my own knife but the masked man quickly tore it from my hand and threw it aside.

"Captian we got her!" Someone announced from inside the room.

The masked man placed one knee deep into my lower back as he pinned me down.

"Stop struggling." He growled as I felt him pull something out of his pocket. I felt uncomfortable as my wound automatically felt so hyper sensitive. Every movement of the wet cloth fet disgusting.

He pulled my arms back and tightened handcuffs around wrists. My side paining me.

I couldnt help but groan in pain.

"We got you now Y/n, can't hide behind that border anymore." The masked mans british accent tickled my ear.

He deepened his knee into my back, making it difficult to breathe.

"How about you do me a favor and lean off." I wheezed. My face smooshed into the ground.

"We'll her there soon, roger." Another british man spoke. "Get her up, the rides here."

A mask threw a bag over my face and I was hoisted up.

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The cold air hit my skin as I no longer had my vest on, deep shivers sent down my spine.

"Lt, we'll take her to the investigation room. Tell Price we are going to strip her things." The man holding my cuffs said as I felt him push me along.

"It'd be great if I had some insight to where I was." I said sarcastically as I felt him tighten his hold for me to walk along.

"You will once you pipe up all the information you have." He retorted. Hearing a door creak open i get pushed into a room. The door closed as I got pushed into a chair.

The cold metal made me flinch.

The mask pulled off my head as the man undid my cuffs, pulling my hands in front of me forcefully, cuffing me to the table.

The man had a mohawk and the british flag patched on his vest.

The room was gray and barren except for the metal table, chairs and a mirror on the side of the room to face us.

My side had been bleeding and paining me for the past 3 hours.

"Can I get care or something for my side? I'm not speaking until I get care." I growled, staring at him as he sat down.

The masked skull guy stood next to the door. His black vest contrasting his denim jeans.

"Well for starts, I'm Soap, Y/n we need the information you have." He smiled at me, leaning against the table.

"Soap, huh. Nice to meet you despite you kidnapping me and your buddy stabbing me." I pointed to the masked guy.

"Well Y/n, you're not going to be happy with us for long." He frowned.

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