The barrel of the gun lay cool against the back of Trein's head, making the girl uncomfortable shift around. She just had to stay and listen. She could've just found a new hotel or maybe make a little shack, but [i]no[/i], she had just stayed around and get screwed over. Trein crossed her arms and gazed around. A few feet away, one of her captors was talking on a phone. Tid bits of the conversation floated towards her and she strained her ears to listen for more. Unfortunately, she could only catch the brief goodbye before her captor hung up and walked towards her.

"Good news: we won't kill you just yet. Bad news: our boss wants to see you." He smirked at the glaring Trein.

Trein spat at him. "Well tell your boss to kiss my a-"

"When's he getting her, Anton?" the man holding the gun quickly intervened. "I'm getting sick of watching this brat."

"It'll probably take a while..." Anton frowned.

The gunholder scowled. "I don't have time for this shit." He roughly grabbed Trein and started dragging her away. Anton followed despite looking a tad nervous. This wasn't going to end well.
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The elevator was surprisingly stuffy, though it was probably from the two men pressed against Trein to ensure that she couldn't escape. The gun was still held up to her head, making it more of a nuisance than a danger at this point. Glares were exchanged between Trein and the gun holder, whose name she had earlier learned was Randall.

"I'm gonna be real fucking happy when the boss decides to kill you," Randall muttered as they reached the correct floor. Trein flashed him a certain finger before they stepped out into the office.