Hyperion Montgomery (hyperioniam) wrote in vrrpg, @ 2018-02-01 20:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, char: benjamin vipond, char: hyperion montgomery, char: zj montgomery, location: other, time: 2010 02 |
RP: Finding Zahara
Who: Hyperion, Cooper, and Zahara
When: Thursday, February 1, 2010, afternoon
Where: Warehouse outside of London, then Dora's house
What: Hyperion and Cooper find and rescue Zahara
Warnings: Emotions, references to violence
There had been precious little to go on the night of the explosion. All Hyperion had known for sure was that Zahara had been at the Leaky Cauldron but that she was not among the dead or injured that had been pulled from the rubble. He'd found her phone and things, which told him she'd been there at the time of the explosion. The fact that she'd not been found had led him to believe someone had taken her. What he hadn't been able to figure out was who or why. When Theodore had woken up on Tuesday and asked to speak with him, his suspicions had been confirmed.
Someone had kidnapped his pregnant fiance.
He still didn't know why, but by the time the ransom note arrived on Wednesday, he'd had his suspicions. The demands were simple: drop a certain string of connected cases he was on, and Zahara would be returned to him whole and unharmed. If he didn't comply... well, let's just say he didn't need his imagination to visualize the threat contained in that note. The proof of life picture was enough for him to believe they were serious about hurting her if he didn't comply, as he knew her lip hadn't been busted nor her eye swollen after the explosion.
Whoever was behind this kidnapping clearly did not know him well, though. He was determined now more than ever to not only get Zahara back, but take down the person responsible and make sure they paid on multiple levels for what they'd done.. Where he'd been scattered and beside himself with fear before, Theodore's memory combined with the ransom note had filled him with a single-minded focus that was normally more prevalent in the women in his family. It was one of his traits that made him so damn good at his job, and it was what would bring his Zahara back to him.
It had taken him a couple of days to use what he'd seen in Theodore's memory to track down the kidnapper, but he had no doubt that there was someone behind him, pulling the strings. Once he'd figured out who had done the grunt work, it was a matter of tapping his contacts to figure out where the bastard was keeping Zahara. It was tedious, mind-numbing work at times, but he was focused.
When he finally had a list of potential locations ready to go, he knew that he should pass it on to his mum and the team she'd put on the case, but he had to see this through himself. He knew that there was a strong possibility he would have to do something that wouldn't technically be approved and could cost him more than his job, which was why he'd pulled Coop along with him instead of his mum or any of the other Aurors. Their first three locations were busts, and it was already afternoon by the time they reached the fourth, having had to take the time to interrogate the people they'd come into contact with in the first three locations. He had to be thorough with this, had to make sure he didn't overlook anything.
If Cooper hadn't gone into Quidditch, Hyperion rather thought he'd have made a halfway decent Auror; or perhaps maybe it was just that they were a really good team. They'd made their way into the warehouse south of London without alerting the man inside, Hyperion disabling the wards put up--sloppily, he might add, Dora would have been horrified at how shoddy they'd been--and them slipping inside. He'd left Coop to detain the man, who he recognized as the one who'd kidnapped Zahara, though he couldn't discount the possibility that there might be more players in the game. He only came across one more person, though, the one person he'd wanted to find more than any other.
Zahara, bound to a chair, her hair matted and dirty, her lip and eye still swollen, her skin pale and splotchy beneath the layer of dirt and filth. As much as he wanted to run straight to her, his training had him taking the time to do it right. He checked for wards and other traps, clearing the room piece by piece before he finally made it to her. And when he did, trusting that Cooper would have his back, he finally let his guard down.
"Zahara, my love," he breathed as he magicked her bindings away, sinking to his knees in front of her. She was alive and no more harmed than she'd been in that picture. He lifted his free hand up to cup her cheek and with his wand cast the spell to check their bun's heartbeat. The sound of a steady, quickly beating heart filled the room, and the tears finally came. He tucked his wand away so that he could pull her off the chair and into his lap, hugging her tightly, burying his face in her hair.