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@queenbxtches​​ said:

[ kidnap ] from Susan

Abducting a high-profile person like Susan Horowitz, heiress of the Ruby Casino, was not an easy task to pull off. Unfortunately for Saint, she was the sort of person that rarely got out of someone’s line of sight when she was out and about. But this was something that he needed to do, and he needed it to be successful. The Ruby Casino obviously had money, and that’s what Saint needed. She would be the one to grant him access to that money, one way or another.

Things came up in San Diego - a lead that he had on his lost sister from all those years ago. That made this heavily personal. Most other things were strictly business, but this? This was something more. 

Saint spent a bit of time watching Susan as much as he could. Studied her routines, watched for openings to get this lady alone. But there were hardly any openings that were optimal. His best bet was just to catch her in between one of workout routines. There was a spot that she frequented for some runs – in a nice park in a nice neighborhood. As rich as her family was, Saint wouldn’t be surprised if they owned the park and neighborhood. He didn’t exactly like this approach, but it was best he could do in the little time span that he had.

It was early on a Saturday morning; day had just broken not too long ago. There was a garbage collection truck slowly traveling through the neighborhood making routine stops. A couple of cars passing by, probably those commuting to work. Nothing unusual at all from what he has seen. For now, he was leaned against a tree – wearing a jogging-appropriate outfit – dark in colors, of course. He’d even put on a black beanie – a way to shield a part of his appearance.

Eventually, after a few minutes, Saint could see his target running up from the distance – brightly clothed for this morning’s run. At least she was easy to spot out here. Shoving his phone back into his pocket, Saint moved around the tree and towards the path. There, he got lowered down to his knee and pretended to be adjusting his shoes and tying his shoelaces. Yet, as noticed Susan’s legs running by him from his peripheral vision, he stood straight back up and started to jog some yards behind where she was.

He kept with her pace for now – which wasn’t too bad. Good runners always held a good pace for long distance. His eyes were transfixed on her body as a whole – the movements of her legs, the balancing swaying of her arms. The swing of her blonde hair with each step. He started to wonder if she’d noticed him at all back there. To know that he was solely there to capture her.

Once they’d ran through an area of the park with a bit more foliage, Saint quickened his paced jog to an outright sprint. It was a sudden shift, but he only slowed down to a halt once he’d got close enough to wrap his arm around Susan to draw her back into him. Immediately, he used his other hand to retrieve his handgun from his waist – only to press the barrel of it into Susan’s back.

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