The Mob Strikes Back - Page 5

There wasn’t much info given by HQ on the suspected kidnapping, but having a bird’s eye view on the rooftops made searching so much easier. Towards the end of Tailor Street lies a few block of decrepit buildings, which lay abandoned after the collapse of the economy in the 80s.

The signs of “For Sale” or “For Rent” strung along these buildings have long since faded away, and even the owners have given up on preventing break-ins. As such, they became a common hideout for various illegal activities.

Tylix stayed among the shadows whenever possible, scouting from the rooftops until she spotted some suspicious activity in one of the abandoned office buildings. Going in from the top floor, the silent symbiote easily sneaks into the unlit corridors, until she came upon a  guard with a ski mask standing watch over a room. Faint sobbing could be heard from within.

Having seen enough, Tylix closed the distance when the guard was looking elsewhere, and managed to land a solid hit on his jaw. A sharp crack followed by a loud thump as the guard slumped into the ground, knocked unconscious. Inside the room, a women was gagged, bound, and tied to a chair in the middle of the run-down office, surprised by Tylix’s sudden appearance.

The young woman seems to be of Spanish descent, her eyes puffy and her face wet from tears. Her shoulder length hair was slightly disheveled from her ordeal, but other than that, there doesn’t seem to be any other injury. She was dressed rather provocatively, wearing a low cut dress which showed quite a lot of cleavage.

Tylix took in these details as she reached behind the victim, using her claws to carefully saw off the rope binding her hands. The victim seemed to be murmuring thanks behind her gag, but suddenly the murmurs rose in pitch and urgency.

Tylix looked up just in time to see three more guards coming into the room. Two of them pointing their guns towards Tylix, calling her to freeze and surrender, while the third cautiously approached with a bundle of rope held tight in his hands.

Rope meant for the Black Devil.

Artist's Note:
Back from the break at last! Some fan service from the damsel in distress.