<strong> Scientist, Carl Dodd </strong><br/><strong> Carl's Personal Suite </strong><br/><br/>He finally finished his coffee, took a deep breath, and stood.  Time to get this done.<br/><br/>He walked the rest of the way to his quarters to find Popov standing outside the door.  He nodded to him simply, then said "Stay here, if you would, I'll be sending her back soon and I'd rather not have to call you back."<br/><br/>He identified himself to the door, and walked in to find Ms Bartlett wandering about the open laboratory area.  He didn't say a word as he simply crossed to the far side of the lab, and opened the other door which lead to his quarters, and gestured her inside.<br/><br/>Next to the Warden's suite, his personal space at the Fortress was probably the nicest place in the entire facility.  He'd had it carpeted, and had selected the furniture personally.  The entry room served as a gathering area and office space.  There was a large, comfortable couch across from the huge desk.  He pointed to the couch and said "Sit down... don't say anything, just sit your ass down."  Kate could hear the German accent in his voice.  It wasn't overly thick, but like most Germans, Carl was never going to be able to get rid of it completely, and his English still wasn't quite perfect.  He sat down at the desk, and took her docier from the center drawer and laid it open.<br/><br/>He sighed... looked at it again, then finally, "I have a problem, and my problem is you."  He pointed  a finger at her.  "You really shouldn't be here.  I don't know how you got here either, which makes my job even more fucking hard.  If you're here by accident, then maybe Sinclair never finds out.  If you're here on purpose, then maybe the same.  But if your employer does find out you are here, then there is not long - either you get transferred back to state facility, or they send someone here to kill you - maybe staff, maybe another prisoner."<br/><br/>He was rambling, and he knew it, but he still hadn't decided exactly how to deal with her, so he was making everything up as he went along...<br/><br/>"Either way, I need to finish with you quickly."<br/><br/>He flipped through her papers again, not really looking, then finally finished fussing with them and pushed them to the side.  He stood, and walked to the couch, taking a seat there instead.  He sat next to her, but left some space between them.  "Things here can be difficult for you... painful... terrible.  Or they can be not so bad.  I am a good friend to have here - I can make things easier for you.  But you need to give me truthful answers and cooperate.  If not, " he gestured to the door, "I get what I need anyway, just you will tell me while strapped to that table out there and screaming.  It doesn't mater to me which..."<br/><br/>He handed her a pad then, and a pen.<br/><br/>"Write down the names of all the drugs that Sinclair is working to get through government regulation and what they do.  Write also about any military projects your company is working on."<br/><br/>He watched her... waiting for an indication of understanding, and hoping her expression would reveal something...