Yuriko woke with a start, struggling against the bindings holding her to the chair. She resisted the urge to try and use her psionics out of reflex. Wherever she was, there was a good chance her captors hadn't seen her in action themselves and wouldn't know what she was truly capable of. Without her weapons, and with her armor still damaged, even if it was covering her body once again and stitched back together, her psionics would be her trump card. Maybe her only chance at escape. Yuriko would have to hold onto that card, wait for the perfect moment to use it, otherwise she may not make it out alive.<br/><br/>Yuriko's gaze went to her captor, meeting his eyes without a hint of fear or regret. "He and his men are responsible for the deaths of many more. If you don't care for the lives he's destroyed, do you honestly expect me to regret what I've done because he did a kindness to you? His sins finally caught up with him. Yours will too one day. I'll give you one chance. Release me and I'll forget this little incident ever happened. I'll even leave you out of my report. But you must know that pursuing petty vengeance against a STAR agent isn't going to end well for you, if not because of me then from the Federation. They don't like losing their investments."<br/><br/>She wasn't surprised when he began slicing away at her uniform, exposing her body inch by inch. Her full, perky breasts would spill forth, popping out of the remains of her latex like armor  as it trailed down. "So that's how we're going to play it." Yuriko held her breath as the mist was sprayed in her face, but she would have to breathe eventually. Her body starting to warm a bit, even though she had no intention of cooperating with her captor. To her surprise, she watched as he moved to start unlocking her cuffs. He couldn't really intend to risk unbinding her did he?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>