Strangely, Mao had stopped struggling against his bonds. Even stranger, he didn't seem to be complaining about his current predicament. Instead, he stared straight ahead, his expression frozen in a look of surprise.

"I... I'm being kidnapped?" he finally managed to say, voice quiet. She hadn't been using lethal force at all had she? Most of the ammo had been restraining--the shackles and now these ropes, and now he was being picked up and taken away. He probably should have been busy wondering what she wanted with him, but...

But this wasn't how it worked. He wasn't supposed to be kidnapped! He was supposed to be the one doing the kidnapping!