“I know we figured that she knows shit all about all this but is she really supposed to be a genius?” Troy spoke up, crossing either arm over his chest slowly – bouncing the side of his handgun on his arm idly whilst peering at the woman they’d just abducted through the lenses of his orange-hued aviator sunglasses. As Avery adjusted to the dim lighting in the back of the van, she would be able to make out the top of a tattoo that ran from the bottom of his neck, over his collar bone and towards his chest.

“According to Krueger, yes.” Rebecca confirmed Troy’s words, giving Avery a once-over with her steel gaze before turning them towards Fletcher – whom had since gathered himself and regained his composure, “Was the information confirmed?”

Fletcher groaned quietly, adjusting his seat against the wall of the van and digging into his jacket pocket to drag out the crumpled packaging for his cigarettes. Slipping one out, he stuck it into the corner of his mouth and gave a long, drawn-out sigh. 

“Yeah.” He finally answered, not even turning to look at her. Flicking on the lighter he had since found in the opposite pocket, the yellow flame illuminated his features as he held it to the end of the cigarette, letting Avery get a better look at the man whom had so easily and very literally swept her from her feet and took her away from the comfort of her apartment.

“Shit. So we’ve gotta’ deal with that group too, now?” Troy ran his fingers through the thick head of blonde hair atop his head, releasing a quiet groan of irritation. Eventually, Troy turned to face Avery once again and wagged his gun at her almost accusingly, ready to answer her question.
“We’re the Krueger Foundation. Your daddy’s private security, I s’pose.” He began, lowering the weapon and slowly setting it back in the holster under his jacket, “We don’t want anything from you. Except for you to come with us nice and easy, y’know? We’re supposed to be protecting you and all – so if you could just shut up and be a good gi- “

“Shut it, Troy. She’s your boss now.” Fletcher suddenly broke in, flicking his green hues towards the sunglasses-wearing, arse of a man. Troy audibly clicked his tongue at Fletcher’s words, turning his face away and remaining quiet whilst the only other female in the back of the van gave a quiet giggle.

“Avery Krueger. You are our founder’s daughter and are in need of protection. If we’d arrived later, you’d have either been killed in your home or taken away to be tortured – that is the information we received earlier today. Do you understand?” Rebecca addressed Avery, scooching closer and reaching forwards with a gloved hand to grasp at her chin and get a better look at her face.
“No injuries… Good. I’m Rebecca – though some know me as the Blitzkrieg. The loud one is Troy Cavalon and the man that snagged you from your window is Fletcher. He’s going to be your bodyguard from now on, so just ask him when you need something, yes?” she smiled brightly towards the bewildered woman, almost as though she were snatching away any moments to actually state her confusion.

“ETA in five!” called another voice from the driver’s seat, through the wall of the van.