Lena pressed send on the final email that needed to go that evening and looked at the time. Only twenty to nine. She leant back in her chair and sighed. She could go home. There was alcohol at home. Since falling out with Kara a couple of months back, Lena had removed all alcohol from her office as a safety measure, deciding it was better just to get drunk at home. Also, only having alcohol at home forced her to actually go there. Her other option now was to go to the lab and tinker, but without a clear project, Lena knew that aimlessly playing with the equipment would cause her mind wander back to Kara.

The idea of numbness provided by liquor won over, and Lena stood up, grabbed her bag, turned off the lights and headed for the elevator. As usual, she was the last one in the office, and standing in the elevator, Lena found herself wondering if she preferred the peace that brought or the distraction of everyone else around. The elevator stopped on the ground floor and the doors opened.

Her high heels clicked as she walked across the lobby. The security guard sitting behind the reception desk glanced up to see who was passing, before looking back down at his phone, and the other guard at the door gave Lena a smile as she approached. Lena forced a smile in return. It had been some time since she'd smiled genuinely.

"Evening," said the guard, opening the smaller glass door, the main doors having been locked some time ago.

"Evening," Lena said, feeling somewhat uncomfortable, as the guard had positioned himself in such a way beside the door that Lena had to walk very close to him. This man was usually the one behind the desk, lucky to look up from his phone. "Don't poke me!" Lena hissed, as the man touched her side.

Click.

Lena's eyes widened.

"I've got a car waiting for you, Miss Luthor," the guard said, stepping outside with Lena, walking close by her side, the gun in his hand hidden by slightly too-long sleeves of his jacket.

Lena stiffened and glanced about the street as she walked to the black car parked out the front of the building. It wasn't the first time someone had tried to kill her, but getting the security team at her own office was certainly different.

"You can try to run," the guard said quietly, "But I'll just shoot you in the leg." He lowered the gun from Lena's side and opened the backseat door of the car. "Good evening, Miss Luthor," he said, taking Lena's bag as she climbed inside.

Lena saw that there was another man in the back seat. The door closed, and the car took off. In a few quick movements before Lena could fully process what was going on, the man had grabbed her wrists, hand-cuffed her, then strapped the seatbelt across her.

"Who the hell are you people?" Lena asked.

"I'm BJ, that's Billy driving."

"Hey," said Billy, glancing at her in the rear-view mirror.

Lena looked around the car. The windows were so dark, she could hardly see where they were going. "Who do you work for?" she demanded.

"We're self-employed," BJ said. "Just a couple of couriers."

"People-smuggling, you mean?"

"No, no," said BJ, "Usually just furniture, machine parts, urgent packages, airport transfers. We've got a four-tonne truck for large items."

"You know this is kidnapping," Lena said.

"It's a cash-job," said BJ. "Just got to get the package safely to it's destination."

"Which is?" Lena asked. Billy was speeding through the streets of National City, and Lena wouldn't have been surprised if at some stage he'd doubled-back to throw her sense of direction.

"Haha, clever. Nah, sorry, can't tell you that one."

It wasn't that clever, Lena thought. "You'll go to prison for this," Lena said.

"Ah well. Catch-up with some of the boys again, hey Billy?"

Billy chuckled.

"They new shoes?" BJ asked.

"Yes - what, why...?" Lena stumbled over her words.

"Nice," Bj said, reaching down and pulling off Lena's shoes. "Genuine YSL I guess. Like new, should get a hundred or so for them on eBay."

"Do you have any idea who I am?" Lena asked.

"Nuh," said BJ. "You're just a package. We never ask what the package is. That would be rude. Not our business."

Lena's mind raced as she tried to make sense of what was happening. She knew she needed to calm down - this wasn't the time to work herself into a panic. The car slowed, and Lena tried to look out the window. The golden street lights had disappeared, and now there was white fluorescent light. The car came to a stop. BJ unclicked her seatbelt, and the door opened.

A chubby bald man yanked Lena out of the car. Lena looked around the underground carpark, the concrete cold under her stockinged feet.

"We got her here, safe and sound," BJ said.

The bald man scoffed.

"Well, er, assuming you're the guy who called us, you've got our number if you need us again," BJ said.

The bald man slammed the door shut and mumbled "morons," as the car took off. "Walk," he said, and Lena felt something poke her in the back.

"I'm unarmed, handcuffed, I don't know where I am, and you're about twice my size, all of which gives me little choice but to do what you say," Lena hissed, "So you can get that damned thing away from me."

"Left your handbag with all your goodies in your office, hey?" the man said, holstering his weapon. "Toward the door if you will, Miss Luthor," he said, gesturing towards a service door with a red 'Authorised Access Only' sign on it. As they approached, Lena noticed that the door was ajar, and a man on the other side pushed it open.

"Evenin'," he said, giving Lena a look that made her want to recoil, but she was damned if she was going to show these fools any fear. Perhaps the whole operation was more thought-out than the two 'couriers' made it seem. The security guard back at the office had taken her bag, which meant that if anyone was to search for her phone's location, it would say she was still at the office. Lena scoffed; there was only one person who'd be concerned as to her whereabouts, and they weren't coming to her rescue now.

Lena followed the bald man down a narrow concrete service corridor, with the creepy man behind, undoubtably staring at her backside. There were pipes and wires along the walls and roof, the occasional door or metal ladder, the floor was damp in sections, and fluorescent lights completing the industrial effect. They stopped in front of a door towards the end of the hallway. "Just me. Got the guest," he called as he tapped on the door.

Lena could smell the breath of the man behind her. "It's a long corridor," Lena said, "Do you mind giving me a tiny bit of space?"

The door opened. "Ladies first, Miss Luthor," the bald man said, ushering Lena inside. Lena stepped into the small concrete room. There were another two men and a women, the latter tied to a plastic garden chair. Lena's stomach dropped. The door closed behind her and the bald man bolted the door. "Move," he said, gently pushing Lena's back.

Lena stumbled into the middle of the room. "K - Kara," she said, ashamed that her voice cracked.

"Oh, hey Lena," Kara said, looking up and trying to sound casual despite the situation. "Long time, no see. Just - just do everything our friendly local kidnappers say, ok? Lena?" Kara said as Lena shook her head.

Lena noticed pale green veins running down Kara's hands. "No, no, Kara, I - "

"Lena," Kara said calmly, looking Lena in the eyes, "I'm ok, ok? But you have to do what they say."