LadyAthene
Supernova
- Joined
- May 12, 2015
- Location
- West Coast, USA
Suki's head moved slowly from side to side.
"You don't get to make demands. Do you not understand the exact position you're in, Seth?"
Apparently not, as he opted to make a crude suggestion after speaking. Once more, she kneed his back, adding a low "Shhhhh" afterwards. This wasn't just Suki being a very, very dark cop. This was her at her best and most sadistic side possible. She hadn't expected to use this again, but push had come to shove. And really? It wasn't like there were many ways to finish this night with sparing Seth.
In fact, he was - whether on purpose or accident - only making his chances worse. From confirming he'd seen her to his inappropriate remarks, there were more and more reasons to comply with his demand to shoot him.
But not now. She was going to do this her way; it had been what she'd agreed with. This was her first true test to see if she could deal with accepting his terms. And she was willing to prove that she hadn't simply said "Yes" to take the easy way out. She wanted to re-earn his trust, particularly after her own hasty reactions back at Lieberman's house.
.... Odd. Were he anyone else, Suki wasn't sure if she'd feel so eager to want to prove herself.
No matter. The moment the van jerked to an abrupt stop, Suki knew they were at their destination. It wasn't just the pier, but the exact same area she and Booker had been sent to.
She would stay silent while getting out of the van, keeping an arm wrapped firmly around Seth's midsection and dragging him out. Unlike the last time she'd been here, Suki had added a few extra 'props', though none that anyone would have expected.
"So ... you wanted to be my partner, huh? Back when we were all sent out to the piers? A lot of the others had been muttering something about someone bitching about getting the 'wrong partner'; I just never paid much heed to it until earlier today. I thought back long and hard and remembered the more vital details. Unfortunately, we're in a job that doesn't really allow for secrets to last for long. So, of course, there was one idiot whom I did manage to remember mumbling your name."
Suki shook her head again.
"That probably should have been my red flag, huh? But that's okay. I'm gonna make up for that, and it starts with you. See, you're only partly right. I did fuck up, mhm. I'll admit that. But you did too. You should have killed me. But I suppose that'd just result in you being found out faster, hmm?"
Among the many containers was a single crane with a hook already lowered.
"This isn't very well known to many of the others. Not even Booker or Holland. But I got quite a few offers to join the Berets. I was in the right military branch, and I was deemed worthy enough. I just never felt like I'd earned the right. Maybe it was incentive to help me change my mind, but ... I did work alongside a few of them. Watched how they worked. I dunno if you've heard anything, but any rumors you may have heard are very true. Probably the tamer versions, too. Damn. They're great at what they do; there's no real way to explain it. Not without seeing or being on their bad side anyway."
Hoisting Seth up high enough so that his bound wrists were placed over the hook, Suki took a few steps back. The angle would already threaten to dislocate, if not outright break, his wrists and maybe even arms.
"See, the thing about interrogations is there are certain key phrases or actions that once someone resorts to them, they've sealed their fate. You insisting you won't talk has helped ensure that not only will I get what I want, but you will too."
Suki patted her rear pocket where her pistol was.
"You were right in assuming I have it on me. Not yet though. This links back to what I said earlier; you don't get to make demands, nor do I have any obligation to listen to them. I'm a very patient woman, and I have all night to do this. So if I have to wait until dawn, I will. Now then .... why you're with the mafia doesn't really matter, because that membership's gonna expire when I'm done. So I'll skip to the more important question. Don't they get money off drugs also? So ... why did the women from the trafficking seem even more than vital than any amount of cocaine or whatever they tend to sell to people in Hell's Kitchen?"