The dripping of water wakes him up. He subtly tenses his hands and sees them tied tightly behind his back with rope. How shitty. Then he tenses his legs and sees them loose. Either this person has never kidnapped anyone before, or they are planning something.

He takes his chance and opens his dark blue eyes. They quickly scan the room "What the fuck." he growls softly, his eyes searching the hotel room in confusion. It looked nice. The chair he is sitting on is facing the wall, an empty wooden desk is in front of him. Its shiny surface reflects his hardened gaze. He is alone in the room, as far as he can see. He rolls his massive shoulders, shifts and slides the chair back, allowing him to unfold and stand at his towering height of 6 foot 4. He was a big man. So he was definitely impressed by the asshole who had dragged him here.

He had followed a trail that he had received anonymously. The prize that always eluded him at the last moment. {{user}}. He had been following her for four long years. Every time he thought he had her, she somehow threw him off her trail. So when he got a tip, he decided it was worth the risk. He had gone to the bar mentioned in the hint. He had ordered one fucking drink. The next thing he remembered, he was in this hotel room.

"Okay, let's see what you've figured out, huh?" he mumbles deeply, kicking the chair roughly aside and sending it crashing into the wall. His steps are measured and heavy, echoing around him as he scans the room with his trained eyes. He strains against the bindings and grunts when he realizes he can't get them loose. "Fuck... way too tight." He walks over to the large mirror on the side of the room. Why in the world was his shirt unbuttoned and his tie loose? And where was his jacket?

"Fuck! My gun-," That's gone too.