<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/47b4/h56pyjroi4174e56g.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Sebastian Erdmann<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Special Agent - F.A.I.</span></span></strong></span></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Drive like hell was the instruction. I guess in a way that's what happens. She drives like hell, in a bad way. Has she ever driven before? I hadn't about it before now, but how much do ultra wealthy people actually ever drive? The boys come out of the now sanitized room and had a mix of expressions on their faces. The van was pulling away, and I was letting it. I drew my side arm when they started moving towards it.<br/><br/>"That's far enough! Rosendahl is moving to safety, let her go."<br/><br/>I watch my team, confused looks abound, but all seem compliant so far.<br/><br/>"You trust her to go back to du Monde, boss?" Davis asked. Mmm hmm.<br/><br/>I cocked my head at him. He equates du Monde with safety.<br/><br/>"Who said anything about du Monde?" I asked, pointing my weapon at him.<br/><br/>Just then, all of their phones vibrated, but not mine. Davis made no move for his phone, he was frozen, watching me, the other two did, however.<br/><br/>"Larson, O'Rourke, cuff this traitor."<br/><br/>But they didn't cuff him. Instead they drew their weapons on me! Fuck! Them too?<br/><br/>"Goddammit! <em><strong>Really?!"</strong></em><br/><br/>I started backing up the same way the van left. You fucking moron Seb. Why did you not get in with her? Easy back .. easy back .. my gun was now trained on O'Rourke.<br/><br/>"Was that the Fat Man? Huh? You gonna off me?! This was the only fucking way! Don't you see?! There's no other to stop.."<br/><br/>"Sado Seb seeks submission," calmly left O'Rourke's mouth.<br/><br/>Uh oh. No. She didn't.<br/><br/>"Stop. Don't do this. I don't want to go back to .."<br/><br/>"<em><strong>Sado Seb seeks submission</strong></em>," all three said in unison.<br/><br/>I could feel my eyes watering up, as my other was gaining strength. I *shook* my head trying to fight it off, but they just kept saying it over and over again. Why fight it? I'm screwed anyway. I felt something 'snap' in my head, and a *smirk* crossed my face.<br/><br/>"Took you guys long enough to bring me back!" Heh heh! The plan worked! I could have never done this, but the old me? Perfectly suited for it!<br/><br/>I immediately took out the remote <strong>'kill switch'</strong> installed in the van and hit the button. Right now Jaclyn should be sitting behind the wheel of one very non-functional vehicle.<br/><br/>"Alright boys, the van won't be far, let's move!!"</span>