<strong>Guard: Aleks Popov<br/>Outside Carl's Personal Suite </strong><br/><br/>He laughs at her attempt to show some attitude.  "Listen, I really don't give a shit why<em>you</em>are here.  As far as I am concerned you deserve this hell.  What  I am more interested is why the researcher is so interested in you?"   Not wishing to delay delivering her any longer he shoves her along at a much faster pace.   He ignores her questions for who the researcher is, he is not about to begin answer her questions now.<br/><br/>Quickly arriving at Carl Dodd's personal quarters he whispers, "You will meet the son of a bitch soon enough."   He laughs a light laughter.  For all he knew Dodd simply wanted to toy but no harm in putting some fear in her, in fact Dodd might have more fun that way.   Scanning his hand the door quickly opens, "In you go."  As the door closes he leaves her with one last dark smile and a chuckle.<br/><br/>He delivers a reply back to Dodd,<strong>::Prisoner delivered.  Awaiting further orders::</strong>