labcoatgirl | Film Noir: Enter the Shadow

Lamont only has the arm span to deal with one thug currently, and that's the one trying to start a boxing match with him. He has to leave Moe to deal with Betty's aggressor, but the cabbie is also reasonable and knows if he's hurt, Lamont will have to do the driving later while gearing up.

The older man is shoved back into his seat quickly and the cab door shut on him to keep him from making too much trouble as he tries to get back out. Lamont, in the meantime, is smartly avoiding the fists coming his way until he hears a desperate knock on the window. Moe's stuck inside, which means he can't help Betty.

A well-placed punch sends his opponent reeling, not out but stumbling dumbly as Lamont runs around the side of the car and chases after Betty.

"Betty!" He called out after her, clearly surprising a few of her kidnappers. Lamont had just made himself a liability and if they left him, he'd be able to identify them, as well as their victim. They had been banking on the idea of working in a crowd who wouldn't be able to recognize Betty. They had no idea if they were old friends or new acquaintances, but it was the only card Lamont had to play as he set himself up to be jumped. He could follow in Moe's car, but who knew what they'd do to Betty during the chase. No, removing that factor, and the chance for a deadly crash was the better bet, even if it meant a greater personal risk to himself.

Betty tries to yell for help but it was happening all too quickly. Her cries muffled against a leather gloved hand tightly around her mouth as she's dragged to a waiting van.

Two more goons come out to tackle Lamont, trying to overpower him with a few punches to the gut and back.

A sweet smelling cloth is switched out over Betty's face. Her struggles against her attacker dying out as she goes limp in his arms. They quickly load her into the van, intent on leaving as quickly as possible.

Lamont makes as much trouble as he can, but he's still in the role of rich playboy and needs to continue appearing that way as he bucks under the weight of the thugs. Much of the struggle is very real, they're heavies, but he's refraining from using his array of skills learned years ago. Advanced martial arts and grappling techniques are not exactly the sort of thing expected from someone like him, but as his face is pinned to the pavement it takes more restraint not to use it as he gives a frustrated snarl.

One of the thugs orders to bring him, they can't afford bystanders that know who she is, and in a moment, he too finds a sickly-sweet cloth being placed over his mouth. Practice has taught him well how to hold his breath but play into their hands to make them believe he really is unconscious. A few moments and his motions slow until he appears too weak to struggle and he's shoved in next to Betty as the car takes off.

Unfortunately, Lamont's ruse has been so convincing, even Moe believes his boss is in real trouble and once he has the chance, he gets his cab started and tails the vehicle.

Betty is unconscious in the back, one of the thugs just finishing tying her wrists together. He starts on Lamont next, using a length of rope.

"Hurry up, don't want the cops to be followin' us!" he snaps at the one driving while he works.

They drive a ways towards the docks, stopping near a boathouse and parking in the shadows. The two captives are hauled out and carried towards one of the larger ships docked there. It's a dank dark room the pair are put into, one porthole showing moonlight as they're laid on the floor under a bare bulb light. The one goon makes sure his handiwork will hold before leaving them and closing the heavy door behind them.

He stays still for a few minutes, just to make certain he can't hear anything outside of the door. Once he's certain a whisper should go unnoticed Lamont starts to work at his bonds and calls quietly to Betty.

"Betty. Hey." He can't be certain how hard the chemicals may have hit her, she could be unconscious for a while longer, or she might come around soon. It was difficult to tell. At least, though, he had an idea of where they were, and what kind of trouble they were in as far as the current thugs have indicated. Unfortunately, they weren't the chatty type so no details had been provided on the way to their prison.

The binds on his wrists and ankles were thorough, but for a man who had extensive training in the art of escape, he knew it was only a matter of time and patience before he freed himself.

It's a moment before she starts to come around, making a soft sound as her head shifts to the other side. Someone was calling her name but it seemed too far to answer back. She felt groggy and tired, trying to think through the cobwebs. Why was it so dark and cold?

"Mnnnn....."

"Miss Ross." Lamont reaches out mentally, hoping he can help with clearing that groggy feeling. He doesn't have a need to do such things often, at least not when chemistry is involved, so if it doesn't work he's not going to be surprised. Margo's hypnosis had been one thing, this was another.

He gritted his teeth in concentration, the ropes around his wrists creaking slightly under the increasing pressure applied to them.

The grey mist starts to clear for her, Betty starting to open her eyes and blinking over at him in the dim light. It takes her a moment to remember the voice and face. "...Mr. Cranston?" Confusion setting in. "What...what happened?"

"Well, I believe we've been kidnapped." He gave a wry smile, and then winced briefly, the ropes slowly gaining slack but at the cost of the skin on his wrists. It was a small price to pay. "I would...like to know why those men were following you though."

Might as well get to the point, learn what he can of the situation and figure out a way to resolve it. Clearly this was trouble worthy of The Shadow's intervention, but he couldn't go quite head-first into it without understanding the nature of the people after Betty.

Betty's eyes widen at the word. "Kidnapped??" Who would do such a thing? But she was starting to remember as she tries to sit up and finds her wrists restrained behind her back. "I don't know, I'd never seen those men before in my life."

There's a nagging thought though, Betty getting a worried look again. "Have they said what they want?" It could be the new polymer she was integral in developing. Quite a few people would want to get their hands on it.

"Not a word. Granted, they only just put us in here a moment ago, but they don't seem like the type to talk much." Good, his knots were slowly stretching out and now he rolled over a bit and started to work a hand free while he talked to Betty. Better she focus on him, than the fact that he was quite an escape artist.

"They're probably going to wait and let the chloroform wear off before they come back. They didn't seem to go after your papers, so either they didn't care what was on them, or figured they can get whatever it was they wanted from you. Which leads me..." Another wince and then a coy smile, he was very nearly free. "...to believe that whatever was on them, you must be quite knowledgeable about."

Pointedly avoiding calling her out on the scientific knowledge that had peppered the papers he'd only too briefly viewed.

Despite their situation, she had to agree with his assessment. Betty nods, giving up on sitting up and testing her own bonds with no give found in them. "I'm...well, I'm part of a research team. We've been working on some new chemical compounds..." She hesitated to say exactly what chemicals, they were supposed to be a secret after all. Even if he had tried to stop her from being kidnapped.

"I'm sorry you got caught up in this, I had thought someone had rifled my notes but I didn't know why."

The floor suddenly dips lower as the boat starts to leave the dock. Betty tries to turn on her side towards him. "They're taking us with them? We need to find a way out of here." Preferably before they came back or got too far from shore.

"I rather made myself a part of it, really. I hope it's better than being alone, at least." He pauses at that sensation, the fact that the boat would be moving out to sea was not lost on him. It bespoke trouble, and criminals well-versed in effective disposal methods. These were more than standard NYC goons that tried dumping unlucky physicists off of bridges.

"You must be quite a Chemist, Miss Ross." He compliments her warmly and it's as heartfelt as he makes it sound. He respects her decision not to go into detail, too many questions from him and he'd come across as a plant. He had to earn her trust, and hopefully, they could work together to save themselves, and stop whatever plot that was at hand. "Unfortunately, I don't have much to offer aside from my company for the time being, but I have a friend who might be able to help us get out of this."

There. He felt a hand slip loose, but didn't show Betty while he worked to get his other wrist free.

Her heart sank with the realization that the farther out to sea they got, the less likely they would ever be found. By the police or anyone else.

"You...got caught on purpose?" That was very chivalrous but it could spell disaster for him as well as herself. "That was very brave of you," her worried smile trying to thank him for the effort.

There didn't seem to be any tools down here that they could use to cut their bonds. Just a few crates and the light overhead. "A friend? Did they see us get taken?" That would be helpful, maybe they were contacting the police. Hopefully in time before they were fish food.

"They did, and he's always come through for me in the past. I owe him my life many times over." He finally had both hands clear of the ropes and finally betrayed his freedom with a smile as he curled up his knees to work on undoing the binds at his ankles, his girasol flickering in the dim light.

"But he taught me a few tricks, so I don't think I'm completely useless."

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Betty smothered a sound of surprise, lest she be heard at his success. She kept her voice a terse whisper. "Please hurry, who knows when they'll be back and..."

There was footsteps coming near the door, the sound of a key turning in the lock. Betty looked to the door, her heart now in her throat. They were going to discover that he had slippery his bonds, there was no time to hide or free her as the men from before came into the room.

He had his feet free just as the key clicked in the door, and the turn of Betty's head gave him the opportunity he needed to slip into one of the dark corners in the room, taking his ropes with him. There, the dim lighting cast weird shapes and hid the only mark of his presence.

Leaving Betty on the floor was less than ideal, but it would further confound the villains. Stepping in, they almost tripped over each other when they saw that the spot where Lamont had been placed was vacant.

"Where is he!?" One of them walked over, standing in the exact spot and then looking around the room.

"I trussed him like a turkey! Houdini couldn't get outta those ropes!" A comment was made that at least Betty was still there, but with a potential troublemaker unaccounted for and the room otherwise empty, the majority of the group filed back out the door to search for Cranston.

Betty was just as surprised to look back and find an empty space where Mr. Cranston had been. But while she didn't know where he had hidden himself so quickly, Betty could see how smart a move it was, splitting the goons attention into finding him.

Unfortunately that didn't leave her out of the equation yet. She was pulled up onto her feet, the bonds cut so she could walk and was pushed along in front of a thug with a gun to her back. Her hands still tied tightly. "What is this about? Why are you doing this??" she tried to get answers as she was marched out of the room and towards the upper deck.

"You'll find out, just shut your yap before I do it for you," the man said threateningly, keeping a tight hold on her tied wrists as he maneuvered her up the stairs. Betty tried to resist and stall him. "Let me go, I didn't do anything!" The guy gets fed up with her slowing him down and shoves her against a wall, one burly hand around her throat, the gun in his other hand. "You want to do this the hard way, doll-face?"

Lamont let them take her from the room, following at a distance and maintaining his invisibility. He wanted to know where she was being taken, clearly someone was to interrogate her, but who and where on the ship were they?

Her stalling puts a kink in his plans, but it's nothing he can't adjust for. When that one thug pins her to the wall though, he's not about to let it escalate into physical violence against her for the sake of his curiosity.

A sibilant laugh issues forth, quiet at first, but clear and audible. The ship's corridors help the already uncanny sound bounce weirdly around the thugs, making them look around as the chills creep along their spines. It was unfortunate Lamont hadn't recognized the criminals, so he couldn't call them out by name, but that wasn't about to cripple the effect.

Because a moment later a disembodied fist came out of nowhere, a sort of black fog following in its wake and hitting the thug holding Betty to the wall and knocking him clear off his feet before it disappeared into thin air. That laugh only became louder, filling the air with its mirth.

Betty keeps still, not sure what was going on. The laughter was so ominous and undefinable, it was enough to make even the hardest criminals hair stand on end at the back of their neck. The thug turned to scan the corridor with his gun, his other hand still on Betty's neck. But he didn't even get a chance to say 'who's there'.

He went down hard, Betty suddenly free to act. She backed up two paces, trying to work out if she just missed seeing who punched the man or...

That laugh again. The thug jumped to his feet, Betty forgotten for the moment as he turned wildly to get a shot at whoever slugged him, getting angry with himself at being taken by surprise. Betty stayed still, torn between escape and the fear and curiosity of the unknown.

Lamont wasn't about to let the thug shoot blindly in the hallway. The cramped corridors was rife with surfaces for bullets to ricochet. The other thug was backing up, his gun pulled out, but too fearful of the invisible force attacking his partner to figure out where to shoot.

That was when he struck, a nebulous, dark form emerging but never quite coming into focus as he shoved the other thug bodily against the wall. Desperation flashed in the man's eyes, Lamont's face was fully changed, a cruel set of eyes glaring back at the crook. And then they were gone again as Lamont hauled the thug back against the opposite wall, his laughter ringing out. Crime would be denied it's ill-gotten pound of flesh tonight, even at the cost of knowing the reason behind the evening's events.

The second man turned to see his partner being held against the wall by....nothing. Too scared to fully pull the trigger, he was a sitting duck for Betty, who had finally pulled her wits together and had picked up a metal bar from the deck with her tied hands. She swung as hard as she could and thug number two crumpled like a sack of potatoes to the floor. The one the Shadow had in his grasp was so terrified, he actually fainted.

She kept the bar in hand, not knowing if the mystery assailant would finish with the bad guys before having a go at her as well. Her eyes searching to try and see an invisible man. The metal bar lifted over her shoulder. "Whoever is there..." she started braver than she felt. "...don't try anything funny."

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That was Lamont's cue. He released that darkness, but only once he was back behind Betty. He poked his head out from a nearby hall, a place that would theoretically never have allowed him to engage in the fight and called out quietly.

"Miss Ross!" He had his ropes in hand, looking around in a somewhat urgent manner. He made his way over to her, holding out a hand so he could undo her binding. While he does, he gives a nod toward the unconscious thugs. "I see you've met my friend. Come on, we need to get to one of the life boats before the ship is too far out into the bay."

She whirled, nearly swinging her weapon in his direction when she saw who it was. "Oh, Mr. Cranston!" Betty quickly hurried over, relieved to see him in one piece. She put out her hands so he could untie her. "I don't know what happened..." Technically the bad guys had been beat up by nothing more than a shadow. That laugh still felt like it was lingering around. "That was your friend?" Betty giving him a worried look. "I would hate to see your enemies."

There's a coy grin that flashes on his face, but then he smiles down at her hands once he has her free. He slides over to the thugs, trussing one of them up quickly.

"I think his enemies would be more worrisome." He gave the knot a cinch, and then moved on to the next thug. "But I owe him my life, many times over. Come." Even with the thugs trussed at his feet, he holds out his hand as if he were merely leading her out of the Cobalt Club and onto the streets of New York. Still all poise, and a gentle grin staying on his face.

"I have a promise to keep, and it was getting you off of this ship safely. I am under the distinct impression that you have found a friend tonight, as well."

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