[ WP ] The world 's deadliest person gets kidnapped by accident . They could escape at any time , but they decide to roll with it and see what happens because they 're also really , really bored .

Tyler tested the bonds slightly. 
 
 Ah, zip ties. He was familiar with zip ties. It was a good substitute for handcuffs- easy to carry, cheap and cutting into the victim's neck or wrists with just a little bit of movement. 
 
 It was a pity, but people did n't seem to realize it was easy enough to slip out of if you put your wrist in a specific position as you were being tied up. 
 
 Tyler smiled broadly to himself beneath the black bag tied around his head. He could feel the car rumbling beneath him as it swerved this way and that. 
 
 At last, they stopped somewhere. He was dragged out into a light rain and further into some sheltered area- a warehouse by the docks, he guessed, from the smell of saltwater in the air and the patter of rain on zinc roofing. 
 
 Someone sat him on a chair and pulled off the bag. 
 
 `` Good evening.'' 
 
 He blinked for a moment. Let's see... swinging light bulb, check. Thugs with guns, check. Menacing mastermind standing half-hidden in the shadows, check. 
 
 Monologue, check. The man was blabbing at him about some kind of masterplan. Money was involved somewhere. Murder too. 
 
 ``... all you need is a white cat...'' he murmured to himself. 
 
 `` Do n't look so confused.'' the shadowed man said, ignoring his mutters, `` If you co-operate and tell me what I want to know, you wo n't be hurt... much.'' 
 
 `` Kill.'' he mumbled. 
 
 `` What?'' the shadowed man leaned in. 
 
 He sighed and dropped the worried face he'd been keeping fixed up the whole time. `` Kill. Not hurt.'' he said clearly, smiling, `` What kind of wuss are you starting out with a minor threat like that?'' 
 
 He'd slipped out of the zipties a few moments ago. He lunged forward in a single fluid motion, snapping into a roll as he grabbed the shadowed man by the neck and used him as an impromptu meat shield. 
 
 A few rounds found their targets in his shield but he was already ducking behind a large wooden crate in the shadows. His captive whimpered under his arm. 
 
 `` Hush now... if you stay put, I wo n't kill you dead.'' 
 
 He leapt aside, sneaking behind one of the thugs nearing his crate and grabbing the man by the neck. There was a crack and he moved away, dancing around the chair he'd been sat on moments before. He picked it up and slammed it into another thug, snapping off the chair leg and stabbing it into the man's vulnerable throat. 
 
 He grinned as he rose, tossing the bloodied chair leg away. The last thug was running out of the building. Casually, he picked up a gun from a fallen thug and aimed. 
 
 `` And then there were none.'' 
 
 The last thug fell with the bang, slumping outside. The rain did not quite disguise the gradually darkening puddle around his form. 
 
 He walked behind the wooden crate only to find the man he'd left there trying to crawl away. He stepped on the man's back. 
 
 `` You're an amateur are n't you?'' he mused. He lifted the injured man by the collar, dragging him back to the centre of the warehouse. 
 
 Without hesitation, he emptied a bullet into the man's shoulder. There was a scream and a splash of red. He stepped on the shoulder, grinding his heel down slightly to the sound of whimpers. 
 
 He leaned down, smiling beatifically as he pulled the man up by his tie. 
 
 `` Now, this is how you do a proper interrogation...'' 

