The heavy industrial door flung open with a loud clang. “Quit your struggling and moaning, or I’ll find another rag to cram into your mouth!” The villainous vixen’s cold voice echoed through the empty factory hall, dragging her helpless captive along the cold concrete with her. “I’m not happy about this either, it’s more a job for King’s muscle heads, but if you want to do something right…” “Lmmh grmmph, ymh bmmff!” Sounded the muffled protests of Faye Mendez, the snooping ferret reporter who thought she could get a good scoop by exposing the criminal dealings of corrupt lawyer Vivian Frost and her ties to the criminal Fangs of Midas gang. Unfortunately, the amoral attorney had caught on she was being followed and lured the mustelid into an ambush, managing to bind and gag her with ease, so she could drive her to an old cannery to rid her employers of the snoop. “I’ll admit, It’s a bit cartoonish.” Vivian shrugged while hoisting her prisoner up on one of the conveyor belts. “But those grinders are a lot more thorough than a gun, and less easier to trace back to me after all.” “Nmm-mmph!” Faye whimpered, squirming fiercely, but unable to get herself off the belt again.
Fortunately, up on the walkway far above the pair, a familiar catburglar was watching the scene unfold. “I can appreciate your love for the classics, Vivian~”Alicia Young purred to herself, paying close attention to Faye’s struggles and mmph’s, but keeping her hand hovering near the factory emergency stop. “But you I can’t let you hurt one of my favourite playthings~” She continued watching the criminal laywer gloat over her distressed captive with rapt attention. “Besides, I think it’s time you met a villainess with a bit more class~”
