<div class="floatleft">(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs39/f/2008/350/a/7/a7061d7b23ee10cdfd1213da6c11da9a.jpg)</div><hr/>Name: Psylocke/Betsy Braddock<br/>Location: Holding Cells<br/>Date: September 1, morning<br/>Wearing: black pencil skirt with split, matching jacket, sky-blue blouse, stockings, high heels.<br/>Tagging: Jack, Bobby<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Even though her eyes were close, the Betsy that stood before Jack turned her head away, her chin angling towards her shoulder.<em>Bastards</em>, she thought, fighting an all too familiar desire to murder the ones behind the sentinels. And Jack wasn't even a full robot; a human adapted to suit the whims of these defenders of humanity. The very thought sickened her as much as the slaughter of that family. But she could not help them now. Even though Jack had tried to spare them the details, he had given them the pertinent information.<br/><br/>But this was no time to become sentimental. Pity wouldn't serve the traitor. Only digging up the full truth would suffice.<br/><br/>And so, the projection of herself in Jack's mind responded with a mere cocking of her head. "You must have known all along Control doesn't care about latent or active, Jack." In the library, her projection moved up close and leaned one hand upon his shoulder while the other turned his head towards her. "How did you get away? Reinforcements must've been on the way after your initial refusal. Recover ops, and then reprogramming... How did you escape?"<br/><br/><em>Did you escape?</em>she wondered. It wouldn't take too much to rewire his memories. He'd make the perfect undercover agent. Only a sick mind like hers would doubt his humanity after the heroic attempt to save innocents. She didn't doubt his story but while her gifts confirmed Jack's story she was also aware of its limitations. Jack believed that what he told her was the truth, but that was par for the course. What she was after were the psychic imprints of events he no longer remembered. If there were any.<br/><br/>"Keep talking, Jack," she encouraged him. "I will need to look further. Just talk, this won't hurt a bit."<br/><br/>Before entering the trance that'd allow her to delve deeper into Jack's mind, Betsy sent to Bobby, "<em>Almost looks too good to be true. I'll need to look further. To be sure. Guard me when you get here, love. I don't think he's in any shape to attack but he is..or was... a sentinel. He's been controlled by remote before.</em>"