Kidnapped

Because of the rain, the street you're on is pretty deserted and two black SUVs driving by suddenly swerve onto the pavement with a loud screech, trapping you in between them. Startled, you raise your hands in surrender. Thousands of thoughts race through your mind, and you think that the government has somehow found out about the magic rings and your **** of them. The door of the SUV in front of you opens and you see a well-built man in a suit and sunglasses. He's pointing a gun at you.

"Get in," he growls.

You don't have any time to react or use the rings, plus you're terrified by the gun pointed at you, so you do as you're told. It was one thing to fight crime using your powers to catch criminals unaware, but when a gun is pointed at you, you feel helpless and just like any ordinary person.

Two more men in similar attires are in the front of the SUV and once you're in the car, it drives off. The man next to you keeps his gun pointed at you, while you sit there with your hands clasped, wondering if you should activate to your magic rings. After a few minutes in the car with nobody speaking, you start to calm down and you're curious what's going on. These guys certainly aren't the feds since they didn't flash any badges. You wonder if they are part of some criminal organization that you'd accidentally offended, but you can't think of any possibilities. So far, your crime fighting career hasn't taken off as much as your job as a reporter.

That's it, you realize. It has to be related to your story. While your reporting was in-depth and exposed many of the escort service's revenue and funding streams, you weren't able to figure who was running the organization in the shadows. The building in New York was just one of their branches and it was an international organization that had employed famous people from around the world.

The car ride takes about 2 hours and the cars have brought you out of the city, though you're not sure where. It's a pretty rural area with greenery everywhere and the traffic has been thinning until you can't remember when you had last seen another car on the road. Eventually, the SUVs pull into a winding side road that would have been mistaken for a dirt path and after another 15 minutes of driving through the trees, surprisingly ends up in front of a solitary building. It's plain and rectangular and it looks like it belongs in an office park, but it's just there by itself with a massive parking lot in front of it that is half occupied by identical SUVs. There are no signs or indications of what this place is.

"Where are we?" you ask. Nobody answers. The SUV drives around the building to the back, where there is an entrance to an underground parking lot. It gets darker once the vehicle is underground, and it goes down two levels until it stops. The man holding the gun then hands you a black velvet hood.

"Put it on," he says.

"Okay..." You take the hood and put it on. There's even a string at the opening, which the man uses his free hand to fasten around your neck, though not very tightly. It's a weird measure to take since you've already seen all their faces.

The door opens and somebody roughly pulls you out and holds you by the arm and escorts you somewhere. You can't see anything under the hood, so you just walk blindly. You count 4 doors and a few hallways, before the person guiding you lets go and leaves you standing there.

"Don't move and don't remove the hood, otherwise I'll shoot you." You recognize the voice of the man with the gun.

"What's going on?" you ask.

"There are 4 armed men in the room with you right now and there's only one exit out of this room, behind me. Try anything and you're dead. Understand?"

"Yup." You gulp. What have you gotten yourself into?