Rebelle's downfall

Hilda trembled as she spoke with her father over the phone.

"I trusted you with this, and you set us back to nil!?"

"No, something happened to Ruchi!"

"Perhaps she betrayed us after all. She does resent us even though she tries to hide it."

"That's why she wanted to become prime minister, to give her a shot at being chairman of the board!"

"And you think we'd let her? At most she'd replace Akuma who is nothing but a prodigious bum these days, but chairman? Not in my lifetime! And as for you, you were Ruchi Ookuma's accomplice, so naturally you'll be blamed for this, and I will happily discard you."

"And if I can prove someone else is responsible?"

"48 hours is all you get, then we sentence you for treason."

...

Hilda scowled as she along with Benise and members of the demon queen cult approached the door of Rebelle's mansion.

"Rebelle Milverton Adler, by my authority as one of I.L.U.'s elites, I'm incarcerating you for suspicion of treason," Hilda declared.

After hearing no response, some of the cultists kicked the door down, allowing everyone to enter.

"And you didn't even take your shoes off," Rebelle glared as she stood balanced atop the stair railing alongside Cyril.

"Says the one decked out in expensive running shoes... Heh, so you are betraying us then. Well that makes it easier then," Hilda sneered.

"Nonsense, this is simply my work-out attire. I do have a personal gym here you know."

"Well unfortunately for you, guilty or not, you're taking the fall, so come quietly."

"I can find the truth of what happened, I just need time."

"Not giving it to ya."

"Then you're betraying me, and I'll leak EVERYTHING I have!"

Rebelle and Cyril then vanished and began running throughout the mansion. Hilda pulled out her phone and scowled as she opened Ewetube. "I even took precautious and made sure to down the internet, but that bitch must have had countermeasures. Damn her, we need to catch her. DON'T LET HER ESCAPE THE GROUNDS!"

In a room, Rebelle scowled as she manually uploaded her files online. "That bitch thought she could stop me by just downing the internet? I have plenty of countermeasures."

"Madam Rebelle, we should escape," Cyril pleaded.

"They've probably got goons waiting for us to do just that, that's why we keep them in the mansion, long enough for big daddy Hakkin to see everything and order a retreat. That bitch Kabuki screwed me over, she clearly is responsible for Madam Ookuma's disappearance, that's why I gotta hunt her down. But first, I'll make use of her implying that I betrayed I.L.U. in order to save my skin."

Hours passed, and Hilda and the others were still nowhere closer to apprehending Rebelle when they first started. Worse, Rebelle was literally leaking everything she had, spreading mass-hysteria online.

"I haven't uploaded any damning footage of I.L.U. members. I take it you're desperate not because you think I'm guilty, but because your daddy will pin all this on you due to your connection to Madam Ookuma," Rebelle's voice echoed.

"Like hell I believe you!"

"Then for every minute you refuse to believe me, I upload damning footage of I.L.U. members. I'm sure your daddy would be pleased by your performance."

Hilda gritted her teeth and decided it was time to take drastic measures. Explosions suddenly rocked the mansion as missiles from a hidden artillery nearby began pummeling it. Rebelle began to scowl as she realized Hilda likely knew she had a bomb shelter and was likely going to plan an ambush there, meaning it was either die or brave the barrage and attempt to escape. She chose the latter.

"Cyril, this is it. This is going to be make or break. And likely..."

Cyril scowled as Rebelle laid her theory and intent bare. "But if you fail to convince her, it's over!"

"Then you take them down for me, and Kabuki as well."

Cyril nodded and vanished in a flash, while Rebelle let out a sigh and began slowly walking out into the open.  As soon as Hilda noticed her, she smirked and stretched out her arms. "Well, I dressed to impress. Purple bra-top, black yoga pants, white running shoes, perfect for an outing to an elite cult," she sneered as she was quickly restrained.

"Like, wrong color bra-top and pants! We like, wear green bra-tops and light blue yoga pants!" the cultists snarled.

"Oops, well a little individuality shouldn't hurt."

"Like, NO!"

Hilda got up in Rebelle's face and scowled. "You're never going to live free again. This interrogation is merely a formality. Now, take her away."

"Talk about- Ngh mmph ngh [ a posh escort]," Rebelle smirked as she was gagged and had a sack thrown over her head.