Answers ( Patrick )

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Edward sat in his apartment. The place was a dive but it was a cover up apartment, a safe house of sorts. His instructions had been simple. Grab the girl, drop her off, get his ass back here and wait for further instructions.

Simple enough right? Yeah, that is what he had thought. Except the little bitch was stouter than he had thought. He had hit her hard enough to knock her out for hours, or so he thought, but she had woken up and to say she was mad had been an understatement.

The claw marks across his face, the bite to the side of his neck and the bruise that was forming on his right cheek was proof of that. Fucking bitch.

Dressed in a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt, she snorted another line of coke and would fall back onto the couch. A groan escaping him as he brushed his tongue along his lips. He was on edge, to say the least.

Yeah sure, he had pulled off his job. He had gotten her to the drop off and he had done it without indulging like he wanted to. But he had been forced to nail her again to knock her out for the rest of the trip and of course he had accidentally busted her head open. Nothing too bad, but enough that there was blood now on his t-shirt and still on his arm from where he had picked her up and carried her to drop her off. He hadn't even bothered to wash off.

No point in it because once the boss saw what he had done to his prized little pet, he was a dead man, unless of course he could convince him otherwise. Which is exactly what he was shooting for with no other option really. He ran, they found him, no problem. He wasn't stupid.

A little sigh escaping him as he scrubbed his hands over his face. Trying to think but way too stressed to do so.

[Legion]

Patrick made it to the apartment complex described, a grin crossing his face. This was his kind of place. The run down neighborhood with crack heads everywhere. This was the kind of place where cops didn't get called, ever. Not unless it was incredibly bad. Which Patrick wasn't planning on. Just grabbing him and going, provided he got that vehicle from Kevala. If he didn't? Then things were going to get interesting. Would have to figure that one out as he went. He had a few ideas though, ones that would probably work.

As he walked towards the complex Patrick knew he had one last problem to take care of. He didn't exactly know what apartment was Edward's. Wouldn't be hard though. Unless he happened to terrify everyone here, anyone would give the location up, for free or close to it. Hell, if he was feared, a junkie still might give him up, or he convince people that he would make sure that Edward wasn't ever a problem again. As it turned out, it was the junkie route that won out the day. Giving up Edward's location for the fabulous price of free.

Turns out Edward was on the third floor. Good for Patrick. He knew these apartment set ups. There was only one way out if the window wasn't an option, and three stories up? It wasn't. Patrick was pretty damn safe in assuming that there was only one way the man could try and get out. Also he didn't know that the guy was currently doing coke, another thing in his favor. As Patrick made it up to the door he put his bag down next to the door.

He pulled out a pair of flexicuffs, making sure they were in his pocket. Yeah, had to make sure the guy was taken in, not killed. Patrick briefly considered if he wanted to go in with a weapon or anything. He didn't want to shoot the guy, even just to wound him, however Patrick did have to consider the very real possibility that the guy was going to come out with heat. Made his response simple, when it came down to it. Patrick picked the lock quietly before pulling out one of his mk 23 II and attached a silencer.

Quietly opening the door before tiptoeing in, gun raised...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Edward wasn't exactly thinking that the boyfriend would be able to catch up to him. Sure, the boss had made the dude sound like he was dangerous but after fighting in a couple wars and performing mercenary jobs for those that could afford him, Edward tended to be a little..... conceited at times. Okay, so a lot in this case.

Either way, he was sure he had at least one night before anyone figured out his location. This was a huge city and since he had dumped the SUV and his "partner" in some abandoned warehouse down by the docks, he was sure that there was no possible way to track him to this location. Besides, only one other person had known he had a place here, and that little bitch was currently playing lab rat to some mad scientist. Sure, he had tried to negotiate a deal to get a little alone time with her first, but noooo that fucker was even more obsessed with her than Edward himself was.

Figured.

Rolling his eyes, he let out a groan once more before shifting to throw his legs up onto one end of the couch so that he could lay back onto the other, head resting on the arm rest and his arm folded over his stomach. Nah, he was about as content as content could be. Sure, a little on edge about what the boss was going to do when he saw her and saw she was banged up, but honestly, the dude knew what kind of little monster she was. Surely he had not thought that taking her in would have been so easy? Right?

Grumbling slightly he would shake his head. Unaware that his door had been opened, due to his own zoned out state. Downstairs, within the next ten minutes, a black van, no windows in the back would pull up. One very large, pissed off Italian security guard behind the wheel. Yeah, Carmine was NOT in a good mood. Never, ever a good thing.

[Legion]

As Patrick stepped in without a sound he'd scan the apartment. It really was a rat hole, even by Patrick's standards, and those were pretty low. He would look to find that rat fuck lying on the couch. A sick little grin would cross his face as he realized that the fucker was faced away. Perfect. Patrick would holster his gun, moving forward, making it his priority to not make a sound, something that wasn't exactly hard when it sounded like a party was going on next door, or a few doors down, whatever.

Sneaking up behind the man Patrick's right arm would snake around the man's neck, leaving no room to wiggle his arm in to defend. Patrick's right hand would clasp around his left bicep, while his left hand, placed on the back of the man's head drove his forward, pressing the man's neck harder against his right arm which was pulling back. His arm pressing against the carotid artery to cut off flow to the brain. To ensure that the bastard wasn't able to get out Patrick pulled his shoulders back on the armrest and down, putting him in a very awkward position that would be difficult, if not impossible to roll into Patrick and out of the choke. Patrick would hold the choke until the bastard went limp in his arms.

If Patrick was able to choke the guy out without incident he'd flip the man over pulling out the plastic fisticuffs locking his arms together behind his back so there were no accidents. Looking around he'd find a black t-shirt and toss it over his head in lieu of a burlap sack. After Patrick had done that he'd toss the man over a shoulder as he left the apartment, grabbing his back with his free hand, making his way outside, slower then he had made his way up to the apartment.

Making it outside Patrick would look around to see if he was getting that vehicle anytime soon, if at all...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

It was not surprising that he didn't hear. The noise from one of the neighboring apartments drowning out the sound of footsteps and his mind wandering also helped to ensure that he wasn't going anywhere. So when that arm wrapped around his neck, it was something that shocked him, no doubt, and caused him to flail about on the couch, struggling to try and get free.

But the awkward position in which he was forced and the way the arm was holding him made it hard for him to do much other than let out a few choked sounds. His heart was already racing from the drugs, and the now cut off supply of such to his head made it that much harder for him to stay awake.

It wasn't long before the room began to spin, eyes struggling to stay open as he managed to get one hand up and try his best to reach under the cushion of the couch for his handgun that he had stashed there. Yet just as his fingers touched upon it, the darkness swallowed him and his body fell limp. His breathing slowing and any resistance gone from him. So needless to say, it wasn't hard to hoist him up and over, to carry him out. A couple people seeing, nobody caring what so ever as they didn't want to draw attention to themselves by reporting anything that they witnessed. The last thing most of the people here wanted was the cops swarming the place.

Once outside, the van would be there, Carmine in the drivers seat. He had instructions. He could take the kid anywhere he wanted to go, wasn't to put a bullet in that fuckers head, and was to hang back and let things play out, only step in if needed to get Kazumi back safely. Didn't mean he liked his orders, but he would follow them, just as he had done all these years.

[Legion]

Patrick spotted the van as he left the complex, walking with a sense of urgency. The first hours were important when it came to recovering someone that had been kidnapped. Patrick didn't know from personal experience but it seemed reminiscent of running from a group or chasing someone. The sooner you could get on the trail, the less time there was to hide or get further away.

As Patrick crossed the distance to a van that he guessed was his he knew a few people were looking at him. To find out if they intended to call the cops all Patrick had to do was look at them. The turned around, the sign that what he was doing was not something they wanted to mess with. That whatever it was Patrick was doing, it was none of their business, which was good, because it would not pay for them to make it their business.

Patrick walked around just enough to see that it was Carmine that was in the driver's seat, meaning that it was his ride. Dropping his bag on the ground near the passenger's door Patrick continued on to the rear of the vehicle opening the door and not so gently dropping Edward inside. Before he closed the door however he was sure to get another pair of them fisticuffs around his ankles. No, Patrick wasn't taking any chances, not with Kazumi missing. Not with his unborn child gone. Slamming the door shut Patrick moved to place his bag behind the passenger's seat before getting in the passenger's seat.

Buckling up he asked, "I assume that Kevala wants to do the honors herself? Or at least watch?"

The question really being, 'where to chief?' Patrick figured that Kevala had something already planned out. Not that he saw himself as subservient to her wishes, if push came to shove he had his own place, though he understood her resources. She likely had a better location, more tools, more equipment to expedite things. As confident as Patrick was, he wasn't going to take chances. If there were better people for the job, there were better people for the job.

Patrick knew what was coming next. A long torture session where he got names and locations out of Edward. Only problem was, Patrick knew nothing about Edward. Normally that wouldn't be problematic as Patrick would be comfortable about taking his time with the guy. But he didn't have the luxury of time. He needed to know where Kazumi was, now. The more he knew about Edward the better. He assumed he was ex special forces of some kind, which meant that he had interrogation training, meaning this would be far more difficult unless he had an angle to work.

For now, they had to get to A location first...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Carmine was not one to say much, even to those he worked for. But when he was spoken to he felt the need to answer, if only for the simple fact that he was well aware of the time restraints on the situation. "All yours. She granted access to her....." He paused as he threw the van into gear and took off, trying to think of the right word to describe her place. "...playground..."

Yeah, that was the best way to describe it. She had gone so long without one, or without one that she actively used, but this one, it had been used just the other night. Her demon was acting up and though only two people knew of this, it was worrisome just the same. The woman was dangerous, even if most people took her as no serious threat. "Keep in mind it wont be there tomorrow once you are done." Yes, the building would burn tonight, once this little session was done. Nobody knew the location of her "place" and if they found out, it was gone the next instant. Even Mischa and Gabriel.

"Kevala herself has a wife to attend to who is possibly just as dangerous." Mischa was going to be livid and Mischa was not fun when livid. Not even for Kev. No, she had her methods of making sure she knew what went on in that place, just like any other place she spent a significant amount of time in. She would hear, she just wouldn't touch.

"Anything you need is there. Though Kevala is partial to sharp objects and various toxins. She has been doing this since she was fourteen, so when I say anything you could need is there, I mean it." He was given a specific amount of information he was allowed to divulge, so no, he was not letting anything slip that she did not know about. The man was far too loyal to her.

Within a matter of twenty minutes, they would pull up to a part of the city that looked like it had been ravaged by fire many years ago, no buildings left standing, nobody within a good mile or two. Stopping, Carmine would climb out, nothing more said, as he made his way toward one of the ruined buildings, glancing back to ensure he was being followed.

Then, once Patrick had gathered Edward and caught up, Carmine would step into the burned down shack, careful not to bump into any of the weak, rickety support beams that held it into place....In the back, on the floor, there was a burnt door laying where it seemingly had fallen, yet if you paid enough attention you could see it had been moved recently.

Reaching down, he would pull it aside, revealing what used to be a hatch into the basement facility of this once thriving business. His keys produced, he unlocked it, opening it up. As he did, lights would begin to automatically flicker on within. "She owns this place, cops are paid well to stay away. They assume drug ring, she never corrects them. Nobody will disturb you here." And to top it off, when it was all done, the underground fire would draw little attention in this place. Giving it time to sufficiently burn everything away before anyone was the wiser.

"She is a bit....different at times." Shrugging slightly as he moved aside and would wait til the two were inside before shutting the door. If anything went wrong, he would know just as Kev would, so there was no need for him to say as much. No, time was of the essence here, so he was done. For now.

[Legion]

Patrick let a sick little grin cross his face when the man told him that Edward was all his. He had had a bone to pick with the man before this incident. Now? Well, even when it came to torture Patrick wasn't a particularly sadistic person. Sure, he used gruesome methods and the like to achieve the desired results, or observe what he was trying to replicate, but the activity hardly even brought him much, if any pleasure. It was just a cold and calculated act. This one, this was different though. Patrick was going to enjoy it, and he wasn't going to deny that.

Patrick's eyebrows raised in interest as the large man said that where they were going wouldn't be there tomorrow. Now, Patrick was paranoid, but that was an extreme. Even he could see that. But then again he had to wonder, if he had that kind of money, would he really do any different? Interesting question really, and Patrick wasn't entirely sure that he'd say no.

As he explained what was in the place they were heading Patrick really had only one other question, or series of them, "Do ye have any information on Edward, what he's done? What groups as he been in? What training he's had? Any angles that would make this faster then the "yer suffering lasts until ye talk" route? Does he have any close family? That would probably be the most effective."

And then things got quiet for the remainder of the ride. And Patrick couldn't help but find himself inexplicably drawn to his wallet, opening it and pulling the photo out. The picture of what was his unborn child. He couldn't find an emotion to describe it. The idea that he was going to be a father. He didn't know what to think. He wasn't mad, or upset. It was just, just so foreign. So foreign of a concept. Him a father? Was that even possible? He didn't know what to think, was he happy? Scared? Sad? He honestly couldn't tell you. He hadn't really had time to process any of these emotions. Nor was he really going to try. All he knew, was that he was pissed. That some where out there the organization that used him as a pawn had her and his child. He was going to fucking kill them all.

All the same though, a soft smile crossed his smile as he looked on the picture.

As they came to a stop Patrick would put the photo back in his wallet getting out and grabbing his bag and Edward. It was time to work. Time to get his family back. As Patrick followed Carmine into the shack he would not that someone had been here recently. Patrick would give Carmine a look. Not so much as to accuse or judge, more over to see if he noticed, cared. Because after all Patrick did want his privacy. He didn't seem fazed though, so Patrick was alright. That and his words that the cops were paid to stay away, well that was good.

"Different?" Patrick asked offhandedly, rather rhetorically really, as he stepped down looking at the facility as the big man closed the door, "Seems like a bit of an understatement."

No, Patrick really didn't mean anything offensive by it. It was just an offhanded comment said solely because he hadn't said much. Maybe idle conversation before things really got started. As Patrick went about the busy work of putting Edward on a chair, cuffing him to it, before cutting off the plastic ones. Leaving the makeshift hood on, it wasn't time for the party to start just yet...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

To say his curiosity was not peeked by the kid pulling out a photo from his wallet, well yeah.....he was very curious. A slight glance over and it didn't take but a split second to recognize what it was. "She is....?" He didn't even finish the sentence as he felt his stomach tighten into a knot. Those fuckers had never gotten a hold of Kevala when she was pregnant, it had always been her biggest fear. "They wont kill her. They will want the child." He said it in a much more serious and dark tone than anything which had been heard from the man so far. "If it is the people that Kevala is thinking it is, the same ones who had her at one point in time, that child is possibly their most prized possession right now, assuming they find out she is carrying it sooner rather than later."

Far be it him to be the harbinger of bad news, but he wasn't one to cut corners of hold back. "They will kill her once its born though. And you will never find that child again. I will spare you the details on exactly what they will do to it and to her." No, not for his sake but because Carmine would lose his temper and put a bullet in the fuckers head that had taken her and risk messing everything up. He knew his limits and he tread lightly on them.

Carmine stood there and would think back. "He has been in several military organizations, several mercenary groups, and he has been working for a few corporations overseas. There are a lot of blackouts in his record that Kevala has been working to get pulled. Its why the fucker has the tracker, she isn't very trusting." He gave a half ass chuckle.

"Haven't figured out where mine is yet." Or how she got it on him, but he was sure he had one, somewhere. Knowing her....in his ass cheek or something. She was twisted that way with her sense of humor.

"His brother. Only living relative that he has. Carlos should be bringing him within the hour, took a little tracking down to find him. Of course, you do know neither can leave this place?" Her arched his brow slightly making sure that it was understood, innocent or not, the brother died. No loose ends. Plain and simple.

Though when the comment came about Kevala, well that would draw a rather hearty little laugh from him. "Oh, you have absolutely no idea boy." Not spoken in a condescending manner, just...yeah, his way of speaking. Kevala was like a daughter to him, but she was fucking nuts. No two ways about it.

As for Edward, he was starting to stir, groans and weak, slow shifts of his body.

[Legion]

When Carmine figured out that Kazumi was pregnant Patrick wondered how long it would be before Kevala did. An inward chuckle as Patrick now estimated his life span. Although it didn't sound like a joyous thing for her to be pregnant. More solemn then just a, the bosses daughter's pregnant. When he explained that the organization would want the child, that it was to be a prized possession. Well Patrick couldn't describe the anger he felt. His free fist balling up. His facial expression unchanged, his fist being the only indicator of an emotional change. But Carmine would feel it, anger that was kept under that calm demeanor. Thoughts of hate towards the people who thought of his child as nothing more then a slave, already. Sure Patrick was, but that was his own damn doing. They would suffer, without a doubt

"Everybody gets found," Patrick said seriously, his eyes flashing gold, "Everybody. And what they want to do with the child after it is born, my child. It is of little consequence to me, because it will never happen."

Absolute confidence in his voice. There was no stopping him. Hell if Carmine had any sense of self preservation, it might be a good idea not to contradict him. While it was highly doubtful that Patrick would kill the man for such a contradiction, it wouldn't be wise all the same. There was just something that screamed danger in Patrick's voice, and the vibe he was giving off.

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"I'll keep that in mind," Patrick chuckled at the tracker comment. Wasn't this dude supposed to be her most trusted guard? Isn't that the impression he had got for Kazumi? And Kevala for that matter? Patrick couldn't help but rub the back of his neck in a nervous habit. He didn't like the idea of being tracked, of having someone knowing where he was at all times. But if this guy got one, he was probably going to wind up with one at some point. Patrick made a mental note not to take any needles or food from her from this point on. Nooooo, he wasn't going to have that shit in him.

He mentioned the brother and Patrick nodded. That was good, made things easier. Hell, Patrick didn't even have to touch Edward at this point. But there was one lingering concern. No, Patrick wasn't just going to let Carlos walk away, but it was very important that both him and Edward thought that he could. Or Edward would just shut up to keep them alive longer. So Patrick would respond to Carmine's question in a manner that wasn't at all as condescending as it might sound, "So long as ye've done it right and Carlos hasn't seen anyone's face. They need to at least think he can walk away from this. That or they shut up and this becomes one of those, ye only get relief when ye talk things."

When he drew a laugh from the man, along with that reply Patrick would give a short chuckle, "Yeah, figured as much."

He watched silently as the rat fucker started to stir, that grin not leaving his face. He didn't feel any need to get started yet. It didn't matter anyway. Not until his brother was here. No, Patrick wasn't going to show him his brother right away, but he wanted to be able too immediately after the build up, for psychological effect...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Carmine would look at him very seriously over what he had said about his child. A slight nod given. No, he was not trying to contradict but he wasn't going to sugar coat and make light of the situation. "I would hope not. When she finds out they will be lucky if this entire city doesn't burn."

He wished he was kidding, but that woman would not rest until every single person who could have even bumped into these guys was dead. No qualms about it. "It is why Kevala hid the children away as infants and then moved them away when they grew older. To hide them. It is what happens when you are the child of a genetic experiment that has gone rogue."

He would then glance down at Edward and back at Patrick. "We recovered portions of the security footage." He gave a pause, as though he was unsure if he should say anything. Kevala had said to, said to make damn sure that there was nothing in this boy that would ever let them walk away, but then she had not known about the child. That changed things. "He banged her up pretty bad. He also...." He stopped, clearing his throat and letting out a rather frustrated sigh. "Well, from what I understand, it is no secret to you that he was rather infatuated with Kazumi."

Then the conversation shifted to Carlos and Carmine would arch a brow. "Everything has been taken care of. He will assume he is getting out of this, in fact, he has already been told if he does as he is told he will be released, not a hair on his head out of place. No faces seen. Nothing to let him think he has seen or heard too much. Not our first rodeo."

He would then nod toward the entrance before his hand went to his ear, that clear plastic earpiece that was always there, going off. "Yes, we are here. Bring him in." Clearly not talking to Patrick though he would lower his hand and turn back to him just the same. "Twenty minutes." And with that he would turn and walk off back toward where he had parked. He would have to oversee the transport of the brother from the other vehicle to the underground facility and then find a nice spot to sit and listen to the screams. His mind and emotions numb to them at this point.

[Legion]

Patrick would give a small chortle at the thought of the entire city burning down. Good, as far as he was concerned. He hated this city. Thought it was highly overrated as far as cities went. If Kevala burned the whole damn thing to the ground it wouldn't bother Patrick in the least. Then he moved onto Kevala having constantly hiding her children over the years. And because it was all because she was a rogue genetic experiment? Had to have been a pretty miserably existence. Basically nothing more then a slave, and her children and now children's children being influenced by that fact. Made Patrick's problems of freedom seem slightly less significant. Patrick would say offhandedly at it all, "Well that's interesting."

When Carmine started on talking about the security footage Patrick listened. He seemed to be pausing, too much. As if this was something he was supposed to tell him, to galvanize him or something. As if he wasn't enough already. Although admittedly the fact that Kazumi was pregnant was news to him, and now the big man. So Patrick listened waiting for him to finish before annoyedly pointing out rather dryly, "In yer attempt to sugar coat it, ye made it more vague. Now my mind's jumping to conclusions. Oh no. I might not be able to stay my hand."

But all black humor aside Patrick was busy thinking up ways that he could make Edward suffer. It was annoying though, he could only maim him so many different ways. That and he had to at least be able to get answers out of him.

As Carmine assured him that Carlos thought he would be walking away a short nod would be given, "Good."

When the big man told the people on the other line to bring the man in Patrick made his way over to the table of fun little toys. Finding a ski make he'd put it on. For Carlos' benefit. At this point Edward was probably coming fully too, but Patrick wouldn't say anything just yet. He meant to wait for Carlos. Until Carlos was Brought in, he'd just let Edward sweat it out, unable to see. Picking up a pocket knife from the table Patrick would fiddle with it waiting for his last playmate to arrive...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Edward was awake and though groggy he was struggling to get free. He didn't know who had him but his first guess was his former boss Kevala and from what he had been told he didn't want any part of that. Yet he didn't say anything, he knew enough to keep his mouth shut and not say a word. His real boss would do much worse things to him if he talked, or so he assumed. He had never really crossed the man enough to find out nor had he ever wanted to.

Exactly twenty minutes later, a black SUV would pull up outside, two men, dressed much like Carmine getting out of the front and moving around to pull a guy out of the back, black sack duct taped around his head, hands bound behind his back, legs bound at the ankles. Unlike others might have been, they were not gentle with him either. Following Carmine's lead, they would travel to the opening where he would give a nod and Carlos would be thrown down into the hole. A loud groan escaping him as he hit the ground.

"Package is delivered." Speaking into his earpiece as he waited for instructions. "Yes Ma'am." He would then turn to the other two who had just arrived. "You two make it to the location of C3. Ensure safety of the facility and the contents. C1 is in the wind as we know. Any word of C2 through your connections goes directly to me. Understood?" They would nod and turn on their heels. Within moments back in the SUV and speeding off.

Where to? Simple. The rehab that Ezekial was at. NOBODY wanted to be around if something happened to that boy. Not when Kevala was having so many issues keeping her daughter safe. Though before Carmine could turn to leave, he would be stopped by something else coming through the wire, having taken his time away to inform Kevala as to the new....development....in the story. The child.

Growling softly he would turn to speak down into the opening. "She says that they may not kill her after the child is born if they can use her to create more later. Something to keep in mind." He would then move to shut the door, pausing only for a moment. "She wants a lock of his hair and his left ear." With that, the door would slam closed, leaving Patrick alone with Edward and his brother.

[Legion]

When Patrick heard the door open he'd pocket the knife and walk over to the entrance of the little hole as who he assumed to be Carlos was thrown down the hole, black sack over his head and everything. Walking up to the man Patrick hooked an arm under one of his armpits as he looked up at the big man listening to him speak. All that nonsense about the C's well that took a moment but Patrick's best guess was that C stood for children. But that really wasn't what Patrick cared about right now, trying to figure out the woman's crazy codes and what not. Patrick was actually about to walk away and start his work before Carmine spoke again. Telling him that they might keep Kazumi alive if they could get more children from her. The thought didn't really phase Patrick. It wasn't that he wasn't jealous, it was just that it made no difference to him. He was still going to run on the timeline of them killing her at the end of her pregnancy. All this meant to him was that if that getting her back in that amount of time was not possible, then his time was fairly unlimited. And if that was the case, it was as he said.

Everybody gets found.

As Patrick pulled Carlos up he heard Carmine's last words. A left ear and a lock of hair? A trophy of course. He shrugged at the man. Patrick had never really understood that concept of trophies. It had always seemed foolish to him. Just another risk, that if they ever did fall into anyone else's hands well then they owned you. They had a complete list of your crimes and at a moment's notice could send them to the cops. Trophies just seemed foolish.

With the door closed it was time for Patrick to begin his little game. He dragged Carlos to a second chair, handcuffing his ankles to the legs. His arms he found some duck tape for that, making sure to duck tape his hands open to the armrest, in a manner so he couldn't close his fingers. Patrick set all this up behind Edward so that the man would not be able to see his brother until the irishman decided.

With all that set up Patrick would pull the knife out of his pocket, flipping it open he would stand in front of Edward for but a moment before tearing that shirt off the man, looking the man in the eyes through his golden hues, face hidden by the ski mask. After a moment Patrick would speak, cutting right to the chase, speaking in a non distinct american accent, the irish one dropped, for the sake of giving Carlos over there the hope that he could walk away from all of this, "It's really simple. Where's Kazumi? And who are your bosses and where can I find them? I'm going to get those answers, the only choice you have is how much suffering you want to go through before you give them to me."

The knife gripped in Patrick's hand, the ever looming presence...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Edward--

He could hear the sounds of somebody moving around, and he heard the distinct sound of another person seemingly being thrown around. Or at least that was what his years of training and such had told him that sound was, yet there was no way to tell who was who or what was going on.

Still he struggled to get free, feeling himself being set up in a position and yet still unable to see a damn thing.

Carlos--

He would struggle against the gag that he had in his mouth, struggle to get his hands or his feet free. He was scared. Very much so, and now he was in pain, his shoulder dislocated from the fall to the hard surface below, how far that had been he could not calculate in his mind. Being dragged didn't help, only proving to gain another groan of pain from him, this time much louder than the first. Propped up and left to sit and wonder what was to come next. But then, next thing he knew, he was being handcuffed into a chair and then his arms were being duct taped down. That sound unmistakable. Of course only making his efforts more intense, yet at the same time oh so futile.

Edward--

The sound of another pained groan hitting him, and though he thought he might have recognized the tone, he wasn't sure. So he ignored it for now. Then the thing over his head was removed and he was met with a figure with golden eyes and a ski mask, knife being held in play getting a grin from him.

Then came the questions. Ones he just scoffed at and gave a slight chuckle to. "I don't know who you are talking about? Have I ever met her?" He had been through more than his fair share of torture sessions to get information from him. A knife wasn't going to scare him into giving up that little bitch's location. Not when so much more could await him if he did.