<strong>Prisoner Kate Bartlett<br/>Carl Dodd's Personal Suite</strong><br/><br/><br/>Kate stared at him, wide-eyed, her mind trying to take in what he was saying and the true despair of the situation in which she found herself. This couldnt be happening. She clenched and unclenced her jaw as he laid out precisely where she stood and the choice she now had to make. He was right that she was still thinking like a lawyer. But Kate refused to accept that she wasn't - in her own head at least. She been dreaming about or studying or practicing the law practically her entire life and the fact that some twisted, self-obsessed megalomaniac like Rheinhardt Dodd had manipulated systems and people to make her 'the property of Gen-Tech' did not make it so. But that didn't help her right now.<br/><br/>She looked down at the pad, as Carl... Carl! That was it... as Carl placed it into her lap.  Now she stared at that, but she could feel Carl watching her, scrutinizing every move and expression. Kate closed her eyes in a futile attempt to shut him out and then put some order and logic into her thoughts. If she maintained that she knew nothing, then.... she swallowed hard.... even if she did know nothing. And she couldn't be sure she did know anything. But she didn't want to finish up on that table.  Dodd, both the one in front of her and his father, didn't know either. They didn't know if she knew or what she knew... or didn't know. Sinclair knew. Sinclair knew exactly what files she had been given access to. But he wouldn't... it wasn't his style. Sinclair and Rheinhardt Dodd were different breeds of men. Of that Kate was certain.<br/><br/>Kate picked up the pad and the pen. She took a deep breath and began to write.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em><strong>Alendronate <br/>Raloxifene<br/>Calcitonin <br/>Zoledronate </strong> </em> </span></span><br/><br/>She hoped she was remembering the words correctly. Her hand trembled a little as she wrote. She knew she was playing a dangerous game here, but it would buy her time... maybe. Time for what she wasn't entirely sure. Rumour had it that Carl Dodd wasn't the great researcher he made himself out to be; the questin was whether he was as ignorant as she was hoping he was right now. She handed the pad back.<br/><br/>"I swear, that's all I know and... I might not even have remembered those correctly." She shook her head a little as if to emphasize the point. "They're just words I came across in files. I don't know what they are supposed to do. Im a lawyer..." She made the point intentionally in the present tense. "...not a chemist." She looked him straight in the eye, forcing herself to maintain that eye contact partly in the hope that it generated belief in him but also so that she could try and guage his reaction. "As for military contracts, I don't know anything about those." She watched him intently as he took the pad and began to read the short list.