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Oww my head, was all Feyj could think. He wanted to rub it, but it seemed his hands were bound. Finally, he opened his eyes, and blinked at the wooden floor his head was resting on. He could see two pairs of shoes directly in front of them, and his eyes trailed upwards to find their owners. He used his curse again briefly, to get an analysis of his situation from his current perspective.

He was laying in a wagon, his hands were bound by a zip-tie. They were in front of him, rather than behind his back, and his feet weren’t bound. It was likely that his captors thought that this was all the necessary precaution they needed to take. His goal to appear unthreatening seemed to have worked. The father and son from earlier were across from him in the wagon, both their hands and feet were bound. The wagon was surrounded by a cage. Most likely, it was originally meant for transporting monsters or wild animals.

Feyj sat up, and grabbed at the bars of the cage, as if he didn’t know they were there.

The wagon was being towed by a jeep, where five of the human traffickers were sitting. The other two were sitting ahead in the wagon, a few feet away from the cage and just out of arm's reach. They were traveling along an unkempt horse trail, an old road that clearly never got paved and implemented into the modern transport structure. It was highly unlikely they’d run into anyone else, which explained why these criminals hadn’t been caught yet.

“Where am I?” Feyj yelled to no one in particular. “We’re moving… but this is a cage. You dare treat me like some kind of animal?! I am Princess Feyjrusa of Archlave! My father is the king of a CP member nation. When he hears about this, the whole world will come bearing its fangs at you! Don’t think you’ll get away with mistreating me. I’m a beautiful and pure maiden, and you better make sure it stays that way!”

“Aren’t you a man?” one of the women sitting at the front of the wagon questioned with confusion.

“Oh, yes… I guess the blow to the head made me forget for a moment,” Feyj relented, then sat back down, acting depressed. He was starting to get impatient and began debating if he should just go ahead and take care of these people now. It was still too early, though. Even if he defeated all of them, he couldn’t guarantee he could make them talk, though he’d read up on some torture techniques. He needed to get to their hideout before he made any moves.

“What a crazy person,” the other criminal on the wagon stated. “We’ll be lucky if we get two Commons for him. We should just abandon him in the woods somewhere.” There were some mumblings of agreement from the others, but no one bothered to act on it.

“Are you really a prince?” the teenage boy sitting across from him inquired, doubting him.

“Oh, you two are here?” Feyj responded with a question of his own. “I’m glad you’re both safe. Yes, I am a prince. So you don’t need to worry, help will come.”

The rest of the trip was quiet and slow. The jeep struggled to get up some of the more sloped areas but always made it in the end. Eventually, the trail converged with some railroad tracks, which didn’t seem particularly busy. Not a single train passed as they traveled alongside it. Finally, they reached their destination, an abandoned railway shipping yard. The pieces were starting to come together in Feyj’s mind. It was an ideal setup. Assuming they had their own train, they could transport humans with ease.

When the jeep stopped, the two criminals sitting on the wagon hopped off and opened the cage. They cut the ties around the other two’s feet, and escorted them towards the main building. A woman from the jeep came to grab Feyj, helping him up, and began walking him towards the building as well. “Umm, it’s a bit hard for me to walk without my cane. Would you mind returning it to me?”

The boss of the group groaned, then nodded towards Feyj. The person who had confiscated it from him earlier shoved it into his hands. What fools they are, Feyj mocked them in his head. They think me so helpless, a damsel waiting to be rescued. It hasn’t even crossed their minds that I might try something myself. To think they just willingly handed me the piece I needed to guarantee my success. Now, I just need to wait for the right moment.

Feyj made sure to take his time walking towards the building. Eventually, he was forcefully pushed on his back to guide him. This gave him enough time to fully examine the area. There were 88 shipping containers stacked all over the place, but no sound was coming from any of them. This made it highly unlikely anyone was being kept inside them because there would at least be some stirring. Thus, the containers must only be used for shipping, meaning their captives were probably kept somewhere in the building.

“A good hunt then?” Someone asked once the group entered the building.

“An adequate one,” the boss answered. “Not sure what we’re going to do with this one yet,” he gestured over to Feyj. There were four more criminals waiting inside, bringing the total to eleven. However, none of them appeared to have guns, meaning Feyj’s plan didn’t need to be changed.

“The buyer should be here soon,” someone else reported. “They’re looking to buy 10 to 20.”

“Alright, throw these two with the rest upstairs then,” the boss ordered. “Toss them all some food and get them looking lively too. Can’t sell them if they look weak. I’m going to have a chat with our prince here to see if I can get a few more details about how his royal highness inteads to buy his freedom.”

Buyer, huh? Feyj mulled over the idea, wondering if he should hold off on his plan until the buyer arrived. No, I can just wait for the buyer after and deal with them separately. I’m already a bit unsure of my capability to handle this many. I probably should have engaged in a smaller fight beforehand for practice.

The boss started walking towards Feyj, and he couldn’t help but start to get anxious. This would be the defining moment of this fight, and the key to Feyj’s victory. His right arm was currently being detained by one of the goons, so he made sure to shift the cane to his left hand. That’s right, come closer. Feyj was now constantly doing mental calculations between him and the boss. He was waiting for a very specific distance.

There! Feyj pulled his hand free of his wrist restraint. He wasn’t strong enough to break it, but had been able to loosen it during the trip. Feyj then flipped his grip on the cane, then swung it directly ahead of him. The tip of the cane slashed horizontally across the boss’s face.

It looked like Feyj missed by just a fraction of an inch, but he hit his target. However, it wasn’t perfect, and he only managed to get one of them. The boss screamed, clutching one of his eyes as blood rapidly poured from his face. He started wildly stumbling around, and eventually tumbled over some crates with no sign of getting back up anytime soon.

Feyj’s chances of victory just shot up dramatically. The only gun was taken out of play. He was now feeling much more confident. Before anyone could react to what just happened, Feyj spun his grip on the cane once more, and jammed it into the armpit of the woman holding him. She immediately let go as she reeled back in pain. Feyj dropped the cane, since it wouldn’t be of any further use to him. It was flimsy and cheap, not suited for a real fight. Maybe he’d invest in getting a more durable one made in the future as a proper weapon.

Feyj spread his legs and widened his stance, holding up his arms to ready them. He wasn’t strong, and honestly didn’t know how to fight properly. However, he had studied up on what he believed would give him the best odds in a close-range fight. Counters were the key. They made it possible to defeat an enemy regardless of Feyj’s own strength, using his opponent's strength, skills, and momentum against them. His curse was reactionary, giving him an extreme advantage in this style of fighting. As long as he never threw the first punch, he could win this.

The woman who had been detaining him was the first to act. She gripped her bat, took a heavy step forward, and swung hard at Feyj. His curse kicked in, and he dodged under the swing. While he was low, he reached up his arm, grabbing the woman’s hand. He tugged in the opposite direction of her swing, pulling her hand back with all of his strength. There was a loud crack as the woman’s wrist was destroyed, breaking in several places. Her fingers let go of the bat, sending it flying across the room, clanging as it hit a container.

Once he was sure he was out of harm’s way, Feyj carried his momentum from the dodge and pivoted on one foot. He spun around and kicked the woman in the back of the knee, forcing her to ground as another slight crack could be heard. Everyone in the room was now staring at Feyj dumbfounded, likely wondering how a blind man could possibly do the damage he’d just inflicted.

Feyj’s eyes were all-telling, though, and someone finally muttered, “A Fiend!” The secret was out, making everyone a bit more hesitant to act. However, it seemed they realized they couldn’t afford to do nothing. They didn’t know Feyj wouldn’t attack on his own, and had to assume he’d come at them. Within seconds they were all surrounding him, including the ones who had gone upstairs, jumping over the railing to keep up with their comrades.

All of them were brandishing their weapons, each of them unique. The new ones included a sickle, a shovel, a hatchet and… You’ve got to be joking, a croquet mallet? Really, it’s okay for your weapons to overlap, or is that your group’s shtick? Do you call yourselves the Masters of Arms or something and require each person to do something different?! There was also a distinct lack of actual weapons. They certainly had the money for it, if their clothing and accessories were any indication. Likely, these were objects they were used to handling in their past lives before becoming human traffickers.

Since Feyj’s curse wasn’t currently invoked, he didn’t have too much time to dwell on the matter. The criminals played into his hand and attacked first. They were a bit smarter than villains in movies who attacked one at a time, despite being a much larger group. Three of them were charging him at once. It was a reasonable number, showing they wern’t stupid enough to attack all at once either. If all nine tried to hit him at the same time, they’d run out of room and be more liable to hit each other than Feyj.

Though to say all three were attacking him at exactly the same time was inaccurate. One of them had led the charge, while the other two were simply following her. There was maybe a full second between each person from when they started their attack, but it was enough for Feyj to react to each of them. After all, a second for him was the equivalent of being able to plan and process for a few minutes.

Let’s see, the woman with the shovel is going to try and bash the side of my ribs. I can dodge that with a side-step, but which direction… The man with the nail board is attacking from behind, trying to hit my bottom with the nail, how uncouth… Alright, I’ll dodge so that I’m in range of the board and can counter. The woman with the machete is charging head on to try and drive the machete into my neck. I can definitely do something with that… Mapping… Calculating angles… Needed force is sufficient… Ready to execute!

Feyj took a big step towards his back left, dodging the immediate impacts from the shovel and the board. He then took a moment to make sure the trajectory of the machete hadn’t changed, but the attacker’s reaction time was slow. Feyj waited a moment for their attacks to progress a bit further before acting again. Once the board was at the right angle, Feyj smacked it with the side of his fist.

Once the shovel had completely missed its initial attack, Feyj returned close to his original spot. He grabbed the arm of the machete-user, and thrust it forward to give it more momentum. Then, he paused to calculate again for a moment. Oh, that messed up the angle, let’s fix it. He gave a slight nudge to the machete-wielding arm to put it back on course.

The nail-board was now continuing its motion at a slightly different angle and with a bit more force from Feyj’s hit. The board wrapped back around, driving the nail into the shoulder of the person holding it. Before he even had time to scream in response, the machete drove through the board about an inch to the bottom right of the nail, and sunk into the man's pectoral.

Feyj took a step back and analyzed the situation. He still hadn’t done anything with the shovel and it felt like a waste to leave that momentum unused. A few calculations ran through his mind. It wasn’t pretty but he was able to think of one use for it. Feyj lifted his foot high into the air, and let it hover above the head of the shovel for a moment as he honed in on the precise position. He then stamped down hard.

The head of the shovel hit the floor, and the handle was ripped out of the user’s hands. It continued its range of motion, and the handle bashed into the arm of the person stabbing their comrade with the machete. It was stronger than he anticipated and seemed to have broken her arm. The shaft of the shovel shattered, and shards splintered their way into the arm as well. Feyj slid his foot slightly, ramming the now spiked wood into the machete user’s leg.

Yelps finally came, as the board and machete users both reeled in pain. Feyj had run out of possible counters, but the shovel attacker was wide open to an attack. He’d have to use his own force to defeat her. Feyj drove his arm forward, aimed right at her neck. Let’s see, one is not enough force, but three is probably too many. Two it is.

Feyj drove two fingers right into the center of her neck as if they were a dagger. It didn’t pierce her skin, but it clearly did damage as she wretched and grabbed her neck, gasping for air. It worked better than Feyj had hoped. Perhaps precise strikes like this would become his main fighting force along with counters.

The altercation had only taken a few seconds, but it felt like an hour had passed for Feyj. That had been the most intense moment of his life, of any of his lives, so far. He was tired, but also exhilarated, unsure how to process these sensations. There wasn’t enough time to analyze them since the next wave started bearing down on him the moment the other three slumped out of the way.

Hunting knife, pipe, hatchet. The pipe was going for a vertical swing, aiming right for his groin. Feyj still had to pay this bastard back for the hit to his head earlier, and it seemed she only dealt in cheap shots. The hatchet user was aiming for his arm. The goal appeared to be to cut off his hand, but the angle was such that it would still chop into his forearm if the attack missed. The knife was headed right for his eye. I can see by your face how upset you are, going for my eyes, you’re trying to pay me back for your boss. Seems like there’s some strong feelings.

Okay, the knife will hit first. I need to take a step forward or I’ll definitely get hit in the eye. This will throw the hatchet off, but it will still hit my upper arm. It’s the slowest, though, so I can worry about that last. The pipe will still hit me, but stepping forward will buy me a fraction of time, enough to disarm her. If I stomp there, then the pipe... It’s hard to tell the angle of launch, I’ll have to manually make the adjustments. As for the hatchet, I can use the natural rotational balance to my advantage. Finalizing calculations… Ready to execute!

Feyj took his step forward, dodging the knife as it grazed the back of his hair instead. The pipe also temporarily missed. Feyj was glad, having heard the woes of men and the pain they go through when hit there, not that it didn’t hurt when hit there as a girl. However, he had only bought himself an additional second before that inevitable turmoil. Feyj stomped down on the pipe-wielder’s wrist at just the right moment during its arc, forcing her to let go of the pipe. It then shot up along Feyj’s back.

Ideally, the pipe would hit the knife, but Feyj wasn’t relying on it, and would likely have to intervene. There was still a moment before the potential impact of the two weapons, meaning Feyj had time to deal with the hatchet. It was just about to slice his arm when Feyj pulled it back out of danger. He pressed the palm of his hand on one side of the hatchet’s handle, and did the same on the other side with his other hand. He pushed his hands in opposite directions, causing the hatchet to rotate despite its wielder’s grip. The hatchet spun hard, causing the head to cut deep into the underside of the man’s arm, embedding itself.

Without wasting a moment, Feyj spun around, and grabbed the pipe that was still flying upwards in the air. He was glad he didn’t leave it to chance since he was unable to make a proper calculation. The pipe was off by about two inches. While it may hit the hand of the woman with the knife, it wouldn’t do what he wanted. Feyj thrust the pipe upwards after repositioning it, knocking the knife out of her hands and into the air.

It went higher than he originally anticipated, meaning he had time to deal with the pipe-wielder. Feyj spun again slightly, just enough so he could see the woman who was staring at her hands, wondering what had happened. She was low to the ground, having gotten down to make her strike so that she wouldn’t risk being hit by the others. Feyj swung the pipe at her, bashing her in the side of the head. Then once more, he attacked vertically from the top, slamming the pipe into her skull and driving her head into the floor.

With the pipe and hatchet out of the way, Feyj returned his attention to the love-struck knife woman. Her eyes were scanning the air, trying to figure out what happened to her knife, but Feyj had never lost sight of it. It was now falling back down towards the ground, so Feyj needed to decide what his next play was.

Calculating best move… grab the knife and stab a vital organ… No, it’s descending too fast for that, I wouldn’t be able to catch it in time. I shouldn’t have wasted time on that second pipe bash, but the satisfaction was worth it. Recalculating… stab the femoral artery instead. Analyzing her leg… finding location… target set… Ready to execute.

When Feyj went to grab the knife, it was facing the wrong way for him to thrust it properly. To remedy this, he slipped his finger into the hole at the base of the hilt and spun it until it landed in his palm. He grabbed it tight and plunged it forward directly towards the woman’s leg. Trajectory off… will miss the artery. Analyzing… adjust 0.36 inches to the right. Adjustment insufficient, move 0.07 inches more. Correction complete. Blood squirted immediately as the knife penetrated the woman’s leg.

Another group down, oh? Only two are attacking this time. Sickle and brass knuckles. Feyj glared towards the goon holding the croquet mallet, wondering why he wasn’t acting. It seemed he was petrified with fear, clearly not having the gaul and courage of the others. It seems he doesn’t fit in with the rest. Feyj could only make assumptions as to why. Perhaps he was a former product that no one bought, so they gave him the choice of joining them as an alternative. It would explain why he looked so much weaker than the rest. Well it’s not my job to suss out their guilt, I’ll leave that to the police.

Refocus. The sickle-woman is going low, she’s planning to hook my leg with the inside of the blade’s curve. The knuckle-man is behind me, he just placed one foot directly behind mine. He’s winding up for a strong punch, where’s he aiming…? Analyzing… I see, my spine. With how strong he looks, that could possibly even cripple me. Well, I’m unsure how much Fiend protection will factor. It’s a good tactic.

Your foot placement is well rooted. It lets you add more power to your punch and limits my range of movement. However, you should have paid more attention to who your partner was. In the end, you made a poor choice. How to move your leg, though? Should I try and wrap my foot around his and try to pull it? No wait, I’m still holding the pipe. I’m a fool, this will be easy. Still need to deflect the knuckles… Calculating… Ready to execute.

The woman was attacking his left side with the sickle, and luckily the pipe was already in Feyj’s left hand. He held it vertically, and slipped the end of it inside the sickle’s crest. With a good tap, the sickle moved back a few inches, since the woman’s arm wasn’t already fully extended. It was now directly on a course for the knuckle-man’s leg. However, the swing would still hit Feyj so he’d have to remember to jump over it in a moment. First, he needed to deflect the punch bearing down on his back. It was too late to dodge, he’d spent too much time manipulating the sickle, so countering was his only option.

Using his right elbow, Feyj knocked hard into the backside of brute’s forearm. Not enough force, need to apply more. Even though he was already using most of his strength, it wasn’t enough and he’d still get hit. Feyj applied all the force he could, and felt his muscles and shoulder start to strain, but he hit the amount he needed. With all his needed adjustments made, Feyj jumped out of the way of the sickle-user’s arm.

The sickle hooked the brute’s leg, sweeping him off of his feet. At the same moment, the deflection paid off, causing the brute to punch himself in the bottom of his jaw. Both forces combined, sending the brute into a spin before crashing onto his head. Feyj still needed to incapacitate the sickle woman, so he moved the pipe back to his right hand, and moved it above her still extended arm. He stabbed downwards, piercing right through her arm and into the floor. It was more force than he was used to, and his already strained arm started to hurt even more.

Now, everyone but the mallet user had been defeated. The whole fight had only taken a minute or two, but Feyj was exhausted. He used his curse a lot on a regular basis, but combining it with a stressful situation drained him even more. A lot of the criminals were still conscious, but all of them were too busy clutching their bodies in pain to do anything. Feyj had read about a precise strike online that could knock people out, and would have to take care of them one at a time. The man with the croquet mallet still seemed too hesitant to do anything, but Feyj would still keep up his guard.

The moment Feyj turned away from him, his curse activated. Did he finally get the courage to attack? No, wait… this sound… a click?! Feyj spun towards the direction he’d last seen the boss. He was standing up, one hand was covering his bleeding eye, and was pointing his gun at Feyj with the other. It had already been cocked, and his finger was already on the trigger. Before Feyj could analyze it all, the gun fired.

Zjik, zjik, zjik! How was I so careless? It never even crossed my mind that he’d recover quickly enough to be able to retaliate. Can I dodge it? Analyzing… Nope! No matter what way I move it will still hit me. Need to minimize the damage. Ideally, it would hit the fattiest part of my body, but this one is so skinny. My butt would be the best option, but if I had the time to block with that, I’d have time to dodge all together. Ugh, why can’t I still be a girl? I could use one of my breasts as padding.

Okay, think, I need flesh to slow it down. What can I accomplish with limited motion? I could turn enough that it would hit my shoulder, but the impact would be non-ideal. My arms are surely the key, but how? They’re too skinny to block it fully, it would still hit my torso. Perhaps with both I could decelerate it enough. Calculating… Possible but unreliable, depends on my bone density but I’m unaware of those numbers.

Blocking is sub-optimal, what about deflecting? Analyzing… one optimal solution but it will still hurt. My poor arm, it’s getting the brunt of it today. Feyj jutted his right arm forward, ready to greet the bullet. If it came to it, he could use the length of his arm to stop the bullet’s flight. Even with his current plan, it could be used as a backup in case things didn’t go right. That would be rather costly, though, in the amount of damage done to him. Unlike the other Fiends, Feyj could not be healed by Ahvra’s time manipulation. They’d tested as much with a slight cut.

Adjusting… this needs to be perfect. The slightest miscalculation could ruin my arm. The bullet hit, just above his wrist. It burrowed halfway into the top layers of his forearm, and trenched along the length of it as the bullet continued to spin. Feyj knew he couldn’t waste any time, and carefully maneuvered his arm away from his torso, hanging it off to the side. The bullet followed the path of his arm, ripping through his skin and flesh as it skidded all the way up to his shoulder. Finally, it flew off, landing in a random spot in the room.

Feyj gritted his teeth, doing his best to ignore the pain. He’d managed to avoid the worst with this shot, but couldn’t bet on another success. His right arm certainly couldn’t take another beating like that, and didn’t want to have to sacrifice his left too. He needed to act before the boss could realize he failed and fire again. Letting his right arm go limp, Feyj quickly darted over to the frozen goon holding the croquet mallet. He snatched it from the still dazed criminal.

Most people would think it’d be best to immediately throw the mallet at the boss, but Feyj couldn’t rely on it. He didn’t have enough experience throwing things to guarantee success, and didn’t know the exact specifications of the mallet to rely on its accuracy. Feyj quickly did a test swing to get a feel for its weight and aerodynamics. Then, he tossed it slightly into the air, letting it do a full rotation before catching it again.

Compiling data… Applying variables… Calculating… Amount of force calculated… Trajectory calculated… Angle of release calculated. Estimated 85% chance of success. Ready to execute. Feyj pulled his arm back as far as it would go, then flung it forward with the predetermined amount of might. Adjusting speed… Almost at point of release… Now! Feyj let go of the mallet, and it went hurtling through the air. A big grin stretched across his face as he took a mental picture of the mallet an inch before impact, relishing in the look of realization and panic on the boss’s face.

With a solid clonk, the boss dropped the gun and fell to the ground unconscious. Now that it was over, Feyj’s adrenaline subsided and felt a surge of pain in his arm. Even with how much it hurt, Feyj had to admit that he’d never felt better. The rush of it all, the new experience, it made it worth it.

The man originally with the croquet mallet willingly surrendered and Feyj knocked out the rest. The two of them then dragged all the bodies upstairs, and put them in empty cages. This was more for their protection than anything, and Feyj understood just how necessary it was. The formerly lifeless looking captives all had bright faces when they saw their captors defeated. They cheered and hollered, all with eyes that looked like they wanted to tear into the unconscious bodies.

Once all the criminals were secured, Feyj searched them since his phone had been previously confiscated. In the meantime, he tossed a random phone that he found to his new obedient stooge and ordered him to call the police. Feyj waited around with the captives for a while, sitting awkwardly as they continuously praised him. He had been sucked-up-to before because of his royal status, but being pandered-to because of something he’d done was a new experience, and it admittedly made him a little uncomfortable.

Feyj originally debated about whether to wait around for the police or not, since he was technically now a criminal who could be killed on sight with no repercussions. He had never actually committed a single crime in his life, but becoming an active member of the FFH was legally signing his own death warrant. This was a strong case for why he should leave, until he realized he would need to rely on the cops for a ride home, and doubted they would arrest or harm him after he’d just saved a bunch of people.

Feyj could try to operate the train, but since he had been unconscious for part of the trip, he wasn’t exactly sure where he was. He mulled over a few different ideas until he heard the slamming of car doors outside. The police had come faster than he expected, and made him wonder just how close to a town they were. He decided it would be best to greet them now and explain things before everyone got sidetracked.

Feyj went to the front door, and panicked once he opened it. Several guns were pointed at him, but they weren’t being held by the police. There were many people in suits that looked like they belonged to a gang or mafia rather than any form of law enforcement. Ah right, the buyers… How could I forget that small little detail? Feyj started calculating whether he could close the door and get to cover before he was pelted with bullets. However, before either side could act, he felt a strange shift in the air pressure.

All of the new thugs suddenly flew forward, their bodies skidding across the ground as they were rendered unconscious. Feyj then felt a gentle breeze on his face; all that was left over after the energy dissipated. “Oh, hello sir Xard!” Feyj greeted the man standing behind the collapsed group. Feyj ran over to him, and almost curtseyed out of habit again, but managed to stop himself. “May I ask what you’re doing here?”

“Looking after you, of course,” Xard answered somewhat harshly. “Kada called me up this morning in a panic. Luckily, I was able to finish up my job and find you as soon as you got to the requestor. Since then, I’ve been tailing you all day. Now, before I lecture you, I have to say your situational awareness and ability to adapt is great. I was lining up a shot to take out the boss from the window after he injured you, but you beat me to it. Okay, now to tell you everything you did wrong!”

Before Xard could get into it, they heard sirens in the distance. Xard didn’t even give Feyj warning before picking him up and blasting away. It seemed he wasn’t as willing to talk to the cops as Feyj was. Feyj prayed this distraction would get him out of being in trouble, but it wasn’t too hopeful.

Fiends For Hire Job Report			Job No. 000149
Status: Completed	Date Received: 5/18/2077	Date Accepted: 5/22/2077	Date Completed: 5/22/2077
Client: Nilla Dane (Roommate of Victim)		Reward: $2000. Possible further rewards to be sent by other victims in the future.
Original Request: My roommate hasn’t been heard from in four days. I’ve contacted the police but so far they’ve found nothing. Everything about it tells me they’ve been abducted by a human trafficking ring. Can give more details in person.
Requirements for Completion: Find the victim and ensure their safety Subdue any and all criminals
Job accepted by: Feyj Sulatrieve Xard Randex (Supervisor)
Additional Notes: (Feyj) That was so much fun! I think I can undoubtedly say it was the best experience of my life. I can’t wait until my arm heals and I can go on my next adventure! (Xard) I made sure to scold Feyj about everything, but I begrudgingly must admit he did a good job. However, he was an absolute pain to tail, someone else can babysit him next time. (Phon) Feyj what you did was stupid and reckless, but you beat some asses so… good job. (Drim) Don’t praise bad behavior Phon, even if it did sound awesome. (Kada) Hypocrites, the lot of you. Feyj I want to hear all the definitely non-awesome details later in person.

 

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