"According to your boss... Miss A. Vatican," The man joked despite being fully chained and restrained to the wall, "My name, as I recall, is Patient 36. Which tells me one of two things. There were A. 35 other prisoners before today OR B. You guys are terrible at lying. Judging by that look and the way your body temperature fluctuated, B is correct." He smirked and tossed his head toward a corner. "Secondly, do I really seem like the kind of guy who would call someone those names and get away with it? I got shock therapy for TWENTY MINUTES when they brought me back! Thirdly, I know you want to chat, but so does the security camera. Come back when you have a better grasp on the words friendly conversation."<br/><br/>"So... 36... What do you propose we do to accommodate you when you can blow up on command? The Camera and Mic are there to make sure you don't do anything dangerous." a disembodied voice asked him. He smirked. "Doughnuts and coffee once a day, and a therapy session each week. With her." He pointed at Ava and looked directly at the VERY well concealed camera.<br/><br/>There was the sound of a chair falling over and some shuffling as the speaker tried to stand again. "Uhhh... you do realize that would be the most ridiculous prison demand ever, right?" the voice asked. 36 smirked. "We aren't making demands, you caught us, so you feed us. It's like a family, except with a bomb for a brother. Wouldn't want your best scientist to lose her life over some doughnuts, coffee, and private therapy lessons would we?" He laughed as he revealed the restraints completely gnawed away like acid had spilled on them, then said, "Now that's just rude... 5 seconds to comply, or anyone in a 100 yard radius is bacon."<br/><br/>"5."<br/>"4."<br/>"3."<br/><br/>"Alright, alright!!!! you'll get what you asked for!" the intercom said quickly.<br/><br/>"We always do. See you in a week, princess!"<br/>__________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>36 was shoved into the room which was made to resemble a therapy session room, doughnut bag in hand, coffee downed. It was all white to remind him it was still a prison, though. It had been a week since he had threatened Teagan's life for sugary loops of dough and caffeinated white chocolate caramel mochas. The guards stopped making him wear handcuffs by that time because they had just kept being melted off or taken apart. they had still not gotten him to talk, but were hopeful Teagan's session would pay off.<br/><br/>36 looked around the room, nodded, and sat down. "No cams, mics, or guards...so doc...Let's start with why We're in prison. You people put us here when We blew up a nuke that was illegally set to send a greeting to the White House. Don't you have any shame? Or is this another odd job for another clueless pawn? Then again, for all you know we are lying because we can't trust anyone here... Ironic that even with no cameras we still play our cards in our favor..." he laughed. "I'm sorry... probably shouldn't laugh when I just threatened America, huh?"