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Morons. He was surrounded by morons. So being kidnapped hadnt been much of a change compared to going to that obnoxious meeting.
Maybe Stone was right. He should've just delayed the project completion to go to that stupid meeting.
Ivo shook his head slightly. He should've figured he was on the wrong side of the debate when Commander Walters was agreeing with him.
That 3 highly trained agents could ever do the job of his Agent Stone, even for 3 hours while Stone handled the budgeting meeting and Robotnik finished his latest project.
He woke slowly, but kept his head hanging down. Looking up through his black hair, only slightly bloodied, he could see one of those agents that GUN had trusted. He was talking to a bigger grunt, both smirking while setting up a laptop. A cheap Webcam sat atop it.
As far as kidnappings go, this was incredibly boring. The chloroform had been simple, there wasn't much of a struggle. The doctor had gotten a little complacent with Stone fending off the assassination attempts for so long.
He didn't even set off the badniks as Robotnik had stepped out of the lab to help the agent who had nabbed him. Despite what the agent said, he wasn't stuck outside the lab due to a badge issue.
No, his security had recognized the gun on the security scan and kept him outside. Robotnik was too busy to pay attention to the notification, just trying to shut the insipid government goon up and finish his project.
And now he has awoken to cheap zipties around his wrists and no injuries. The bloodied hair had happened while working in the lab last night.
If Stone hadn't been out of the labs gathering supplies for the budgeting presentation, he was sure the Agent would have stopped him in his work to clean the blood from Robotnik’s hair. But he hadn't.
Not that Robotnik minded. It gave help to his plan. You see, these were morons he was surrounded by. They didn't even think to remove his control gloves, afterall.
It didn't take long to tap his fingers into a pattern, sending a discrete message to his badnik escorting Stone to the meeting. Well, one of two.
Afterall, the trackers inside his gloves didn't need much info, and he was sure that his babies would find him quick.
But, judging by the camera set up, he was sure Stone would figure it out soon, too. Which sparked a brilliant and truly evil thought.
So, he kept his head hung low as they started rolling, singing out some anti-GUN manifesto before asking Robotnik to lift his head, showing their captive.
He did lift his head, giving the most pitiful eyes he could and spoke to the camera.
"Stone..." he felt the gravel in his throat, sounding as if he'd been screaming for hours. Maybe Stone was right that one time, that the doctor only drank when Stone told him to.
"Help me."
They told him to quiet before listing out their long laundry list of demands. He could only drop his chin low, his mused hair hanging over his face helping hide the great big grin that grew on his face.
He bit it back long enough to look back at the camera, trying to sell it when the gun shots started ringing out.
When the door slammed open behind him, all he could do was grin.
Afterall, there were only one set of feet he could rarely hear approach, and every buffoon here stomped around wherever they went. At least, they did until they dared kidnap The Ivo Robotnik.