<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Orell rolled: 11d6<br/>Second Target Number: 5<br/>Comment: Resist Con: Char 4 + Con 3 + Strong Evidence 4<br/>Result: 5, 5, 1, 4, 2, 4, 6, 6, 4, 6, 2, <br/>For: 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, <br/>Total: 5</div></div><strong>“You are cold as ice, I give you that.”</strong>Orell conceded.<strong>“But you are not very smart. If you indeed <em>were</em> a good-girl fashion model in trouble, trapped in some basement in the dark, with a gun to your head.”</strong>Orell pulled his out and audibly moved the slide before pressing the muzzle against Irina’s temple.<strong>“Then you would be crying and pleading and begging me for your miserable life. And yet, here you are, barely sweating and giving me sass. It’s like you don’t even <em>want</em> me to believe you. Sure, your fashion-model friends will be looking for you, and eventually Lonestar as well, which might be a problem. But you wouldn’t be the first pretty girl that the sprawl just <em>swallows</em> up, never to see the light of day again. And, yes, you don’t have an inch of wire in you. But I’m not the fool you take me for, Irina Sarkova. One hundred pound girls don’t <em>throw</em> two hundred pound orcs around like that. So what is it that makes you worthy of being on the GRU? Delta grade bioware out of some Russian military program? Or some sixth-world ninja shit? This will be one of the many questions that we will be discussing – at length – in the near future. But I have the feeling that we first need to establish a <em>raport</em>. Obviously, you don’t respect me. This will change. Your life is now this basement. This is where you sleep. This is where you spend your miserable days. This is where you die when I grow tired of you. You eat what I give you to. You <em>sleep</em> when I allow you to.”</strong>Orell reached out and took hold of Irina’s face with both hands, one clamped over her mouth and the other over her nose. He held her like that for a little over two minutes, feeling her struggle for air under his grasp.<strong>“You fucking <em>breathe</em> when I allow you to. Understand?”</strong>Orell said and finally let her go.<br/><br/><strong>“I am your only lifeline, Irina. Take it if you want to survive this. And to help you understand how important I am for you, every minute that I am not down here with you will be living hell for you.”</strong>Orell said and entered some commands on his console.<strong>“Have a good day.”</strong>He said and closed the door behind him. Immediately, hard, dissonant music started to fill the room, reverberating off the concrete walls. It wouldn’t stop for hours.<br/>