<strong>Scientist, Carl Dodd</strong><br/><strong>Carl's Personal Suite</strong><br/><br/>He sighed, barely looking at the list, and put the pad down on the couch.<br/><br/>"That might as well read 'chocolate', 'vanilla', 'strawberry', " he told her.  Without knowing what that is, it's only words... and nonsense so far as we know.  It's quite unfortunate you're not being more cooperative."<br/><br/>Standing then, he took hold of her arm and pulled her up to a standing position, and began walking her to the door.  "You best consider your situation... If you think Sinclair has your personal best interests at heart, think again.  It is all about profit.  It is about money, and about winning - nothing else.  I will give you time to think about things.  But don't think too long - bad things happen here, and unless you help us, we will not protect you from them."<br/><br/>He opened the door to the lab, and walked her through, opening the other door on the far side.  Popov was still standing outside - if nothing, the man was more reliable than most of the guards here.  "Take this back to its cell," he told the guard.<br/><br/>Leaving her, he walked back into his quarters, through the office, and into the living room.  She probably knew little or nothing.  But he'd need to find out or his father would be displeased.  The drug names she'd written were meaningless to him, but they might mean something to someone else.  He prepared a message and sent the information out.  The response would guide his next move.  Either way, he'd have to use some 'techniques' to ensure her truthfulness, but he was not well schooled in 'interrogation techniques'.  He'd need to do some tests first, before he worked on Sinclair's lawyer.  'A lucky thing,' he thought to himself, 'that there were so many available test subjects...'