The Buildsite of Luthor Tower;
16th February, 2025: 11:26 P.M
It was cold, the walls weren't insulated yet, the roof was nothing but pieces of rebar what in six months would become the highest building in the Emerald City skyline was now nothing more than a skeleton. The tools used by the workers were still there, the jackhammers, the burners and the concrete blenders. Piles of materials stacked several meters high. The wind was howling through the unfinished building. The early spring weather on the west coast made the wind mild, but still unpleasant.
And there they were, twelve men armed in paramilitary gear, wielding assault rifles, combat knives and shotguns, each armed with a handgun strapped to their thighs. In the middle of the room, glowsticks laid next to a metal chair, in the chair a ginger-haired young man sat, his left arm handcuffed to the metallic right prosthetic arm attached to his shoulder, and then each arm was cuffed to the chair which had been nailed down. On the right arm a circular disk was attached that made beeping noises from time to time.
One of the paramilitary guys, wearing a face mask walked over to the kidnapped man, slapping him in the face hard enough to wake him up from his unconscious slumber. "Wake up golden boy!" he shouted, the slap not doing the trick, thus following it up with a swift punch to the cuffed man's gut. His body convulting forward as the air escaped his lungs. Coughing, the man grabbed the kidnappee's hair, pulling his face up to look into his eyes. "Not so fucking high and mighty now without your bodyguards and bulletproof glass, are you now, Luthor?!" The thug shouted, the man getting manhandled shrugged. "Who are you and what do you want with me?" he asked.
"Always a business man Julian, just like your Papa." The thug said with a smirk, Julian Luthor continued to cough from his previous hit. "You want to deal yourself out of this, huh? Tough shit. That won't happen till your board of directors signs over their contracts to our benefactor." He spoke, and Julian nodded. "So, you're worked for Shin-Lou, then?" he asked and the thug was stunned for a second. "How did y- whatever, it doesn't matter." ending his statement with another hit to Julian's mug, drawing blood from his lip.
"You see, we've already made the demands. We've deactivated your arm with a sophisticated nano-EMP. No one's coming here to save you, Luthor." The man threatened as Julian shrugged. "Honestly, I'm not worried about me." Julian said, seeing catching something in the corner of his eye. "Oh?" The thug asked as Julian smirked. "I'm more worried about someone coming to save you lot." The leader of the thugs began laughing and so did the rest.
"And what would we need saving from? You gonna use that brain of yours to think your way out of the chair and to take us on?!"
"No, I'm not the one you should be worried about."
"My friend with the S is the one you should be scared off."
16th February, 2025: 11:26 P.M
It was cold, the walls weren't insulated yet, the roof was nothing but pieces of rebar what in six months would become the highest building in the Emerald City skyline was now nothing more than a skeleton. The tools used by the workers were still there, the jackhammers, the burners and the concrete blenders. Piles of materials stacked several meters high. The wind was howling through the unfinished building. The early spring weather on the west coast made the wind mild, but still unpleasant.
And there they were, twelve men armed in paramilitary gear, wielding assault rifles, combat knives and shotguns, each armed with a handgun strapped to their thighs. In the middle of the room, glowsticks laid next to a metal chair, in the chair a ginger-haired young man sat, his left arm handcuffed to the metallic right prosthetic arm attached to his shoulder, and then each arm was cuffed to the chair which had been nailed down. On the right arm a circular disk was attached that made beeping noises from time to time.
One of the paramilitary guys, wearing a face mask walked over to the kidnapped man, slapping him in the face hard enough to wake him up from his unconscious slumber. "Wake up golden boy!" he shouted, the slap not doing the trick, thus following it up with a swift punch to the cuffed man's gut. His body convulting forward as the air escaped his lungs. Coughing, the man grabbed the kidnappee's hair, pulling his face up to look into his eyes. "Not so fucking high and mighty now without your bodyguards and bulletproof glass, are you now, Luthor?!" The thug shouted, the man getting manhandled shrugged. "Who are you and what do you want with me?" he asked.
"Always a business man Julian, just like your Papa." The thug said with a smirk, Julian Luthor continued to cough from his previous hit. "You want to deal yourself out of this, huh? Tough shit. That won't happen till your board of directors signs over their contracts to our benefactor." He spoke, and Julian nodded. "So, you're worked for Shin-Lou, then?" he asked and the thug was stunned for a second. "How did y- whatever, it doesn't matter." ending his statement with another hit to Julian's mug, drawing blood from his lip.
"You see, we've already made the demands. We've deactivated your arm with a sophisticated nano-EMP. No one's coming here to save you, Luthor." The man threatened as Julian shrugged. "Honestly, I'm not worried about me." Julian said, seeing catching something in the corner of his eye. "Oh?" The thug asked as Julian smirked. "I'm more worried about someone coming to save you lot." The leader of the thugs began laughing and so did the rest.
"And what would we need saving from? You gonna use that brain of yours to think your way out of the chair and to take us on?!"
"No, I'm not the one you should be worried about."
"My friend with the S is the one you should be scared off."
