<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;">Good, she's calm and in control so far. That Vajayjay didn't wrest control away from her when I made it clear she's never going back to du Monde, (at least not overtly), speaks to a measure of control she's managed. She seems willing to work with me, though I've not yet made any demands. We shall see.<br/><br/>"This?" I retorted, shaking the wires. *shrug* "Maybe unnecessary, we'll see how you feel about that after this next bit." <br/><br/>I'll take the non threatening approach for now, since she's being cooperative. I step away from the control unit, and slide a chair around to sit in front of her, clearly out of arms length of the control unit. This also has the added benefit of speaking more quietly.<br/><br/>"Whatever your perceptions are of me, understand that everything you've seen .. was carefully cultivated. We're not here for my story though, are we? You should understand what's at stake here, why you find yourself in this ... position. I have in my possession, stacks of legal documents for you to sign, and .. you <em><strong>will</strong></em> sign them. What I actually do with them after, is up to you. Play nice, give me what I want, and you watch me burn every last piece of paper. Lie to me, or pull some bullshit, they go to du Monde and it's the status quo, for both of us."<br/><br/>"Now of course, me betraying du Monde comes at great risk. She's connected. You and I are connected as well, in a way you don't know yet. It all goes back to those fucking containers outside. Imagine being a green but very ambitious agent. You believe you've just helped take down a nasty human trafficking ring, only to find out your boss hand his hands in the pie."<br/><br/>I pause to let that soak in.<br/><br/>"Who would <em><strong>you</strong></em> trust? Would you trust your fellow agents? Would you trust the woman who stood to profit from the disappearance of her partner? Not to mention that PCC was looking retribution, and the Fat Man made it clear I'd be part of that, if I didn't play ball."<br/><br/>"So I did, for awhile. It wasn't all bad. Most days I worked legit cases. When du Monde's case crossed my desk, you can imagine what was going through my mind, when your name came up. It was confirmation to me that, you were just an evil bitch." I trail off thinking, not really wanting to ramble much.<br/><br/>"The whole roof fiasco was just too fortuitous to pass up. I'd thought I'd finally hit my lucky break, when I pushed that asshole of the roof. If nothing else, I figured I could claim it was an unfortunate accident during the scuffle, but better would be to pin on the evil gold-digging bitch. It's not what the truth is see, but what you can be made to believed. It was perfect in my mind. The Fat Man would be dead, and I'd had enough control over the scene to control what information got out." *frown*<br/><br/>"Except .. the Fat Man didn't die. Survived like some goddamned cockroach. It got worse when that bitch contacted me, and described in great detail what she had. You can imagine what happened next."<br/><br/>Du Monde grabs you by the balls, and entices with you promised help to take down the FAI. It never happens, but somehow you're always ok with that, in her web.<br/><br/>*shaking my head* "Fuck 'em. I'm taking down the Fat Man one way or the another. You will sign these documents, and I either do it with du Monde's help, or yours. That's the deal. Do that, and all this bullshit pursuit of you goes away, clear. If you have questions, now's the time to ask."<br/><br/></span>