Chapter 2

                                    

                                          


                          
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Pidge learnt at least four of her kidnappers names, 
                          
Keith, the hot guy who pinned her to wall. 
                          
Lance, the idiot who teased Keith when he had me pinned to the wall.
                          
Hunk, a friendly but easily spooked guy who was in charge of caring for Starla and did a good job until he went to get her an orange fruit juice and she ran out of the room making Lance chase after her.
                          
Shiro, the leader of the gang and seemed like an honest guy but he's also face harsh times with the gang life, he wasn't a push over but wouldn't harm you unless you put his team at risk. 
                          


                          
For now, she had spoken with Shiro mostly as Starla was sat on a plastic chair in the corner of the room with Hunk kneeled beside it trying to distract her with a random knitted teddy that's seen better days. 
                          
Keith leaned against the wall beside the closed door. Clearly guarding it in case she makes a run for it, she could feel his eyes burn into the back of her head proving he was keeping a very close eye on her after she willing attacked him with a straw. 
                          
Shiro stood more in the centre of the room, completely relaxed and not expecting a big deal of trouble from her. An idiot move but he was still ready to move into action if she did try something meaning he wasn't a total idiot. 
                          
Lance, he was standing not far behind her as he laid the phone she had on her when they kidnapped her. She was allowed one call, one call for someone to pick up her daughter before they talked privately. 
                          
Seems like Shiro didn't want to kill her or use her daughter as blackmail if it could be helped. He was being a gentlemen, leaving Starla out of this matter and letting her go somewhere safe while the adults talked things over. 
                          
So, Pidge found the certain phone number she was searching for before clicking on it and tapping the green phone making it start to ring. She tapped her fingers on the edge of the desk she sat on, it was pushed in the far corner with nothing but an old computer chair pushed under for someone to sit on. Clearly a nicer interrogation room for phone calls to be made, not a main room the gang might use, not their private room. 

                          
"Yo" Her brother voice filled from the other end.
                          
"Greetings my dear brother, I have a favour" Pidge spoke with a sweet and innocent voice to try and sweet talk her brother into the favour. 
                          
"Nope" Came her brother reply within seconds making her frown. 
                          
"And why not?" Pidge asked as she leaned back on the chair a little, crossing one leg over the other.
                          
"Because last time you asked for a favour in that tone of voice, you ended up shot. You asked me to come collect you over car troubles and I found your car blown up and you with a bullet wound, still awake somehow while clinging to my niece. I gave up a date for you and my favourite shirt had to be burned because it was stained with your blood, I think it soaked up more blood then you had left in your body that night. I also won't forgive you for forcing me in taking you and my niece home since hospitals was a no go. You promised that I would never have to dig a bullet out of you again and lose a whole night of sleep to make sure you didn't die on me by my shitty medical skills taught to me by a quick search on goggle. Plus, you said a bit of alcohol will help with the pain but it didn't ... I'm never listening to those painful sounds ever again or having to deal with a crying out niece who had to be place in the carry cot while I fixed up her dying mummy. I didn't get any sleep and neither did my niece that night while you slipped in and out of death .. it clearly wasn't conscious because I'm sure you stopped breathing at some point" Her brother ranted back, clearly still upset and angary over the last favour she asked for him to do with the gang life years ago. Starla was only two years old at the time proving it's been a whole four years since then.