Post by The Greater Evil on Sept 29, 2009 14:32:23 GMT -5
V: Now we know who one of our traitors is and how they got in.
Damarest tosses the scalpel that he had used to encourage the confession of the captured flunky of the conspirators and watches it as it spins end over end above him, the now somewhat blood browned blade glistening in the light where the steel is still clean. Erik gazes at him calmly while he does so, his steel gray eyes locked on the smooth speaking sociopath of Elite Enterprises. The two men are sitting in Erik’s Office inside the undisclosed compound where they have secured their still unconscious boss for security purposes. Erik has his feet up on his desk and a drink in hand, a pose that is very reminiscent of Dirge. Damarest is reclined in the expensive leather couch that sits along one of the walls of the opulent office, his feel up on the arm rest as he tosses his new favorite weapon up and down like some sort of deranged juggler.
Erik: Da. Indeed we do. Now what is left is to set the trap for one so that we may entangle all. Our friend was most forthcoming with answering our questions once you persuaded him to be honest with us.
Damarest grins his well known evil grin at the remark and catches the scalpel blade first between two fingers before flinging it back into the air again. He responds to Erik without ever taking his eye off of the spinning blade.
Damarest: Indeed my friend. It’s amusing how the act of showing a man his own ear without the use of a mirror will suddenly arouse his interest in being scrupulously honest. Our task now is to set things up in just such a way so that we entrap all of those involved, including the masked idiot from “Sleeze and Brewtality” and that Senator who thought he’d take the chance to free himself of his obligations.
Erik takes a sip from the glass before setting it back on the desk. He sits silently for a moment and turns to look out of the window across the wide expanse of open land that spills out in front of him. He finally chuckles a little before turning back to Damarest.
Erik: The Senator will be easy enough. We have more than enough information on him to take him from the equation entirely. Salem will be dealt with in time. The other two we will have to play off of each other, get them to tip their hands. The one we know now will be easy to set up. He’s smarter than his cohort, but not by much. I know one way we can bait him, but I will have to speak to Carolyn first.
A vile grin pulls at the corner of Damarest’s mouth as he again catches the blade of his scalpel and flings it back into the air.
Damarest: Yes…use that well known lust for the Boss’s wife to trap the two of them. That would almost definitely work…we’d just have to set it up correctly.
Erik nods his head again and steeples his arms in front of his face, with two fingers in front of his mouth.
Erik: I have a way, but I will have to make a few phone calls. At some point we are going to have to speak to The Irishman as well. He has a right to be involved in this.
Damarest nods his head and initially doesn’t reply. After a few moments and another toss of the scalpel his eyes light up dangerously.
Damarest: I think perhaps that it would be wise of us to involve our newest night operations team as well. That would be a good asset to put in play in preparation for this trap you have brewing in your head.
Erik looks at Damarest and a slow smile spreads across his face. He nods his head in agreement and responds, his tone mischievous and dangerous.
Erik: I like that suggestion. Contact your man and make the arrangements to get them in place. The earlier we have that asset in place, the better.
Damarest nods his head and again catches the scalpel before flipping it into the air. Both men watch it twirl in silence before Damarest looks at Erik, his eyes alight with evil intentions.
Damarest: If we’re to do this correctly I’d say that we need more information to work with.
Erik nods his head and angles his head to one side, gazing at Damarest curiously. Damarest notes this with a widening of his smile.
Damarest: Could it be my friend that you weren’t made aware of the fact that we have newer sources of information ?
Erik raises an eyebrow in response and slowly rises from his desk, his expression curious. Damarest responds to him without looking, as if he instinctively knows what the Russian is thinking.
Damarest: No Erik, not the Senator. That would have been impertinent and unwise. The Boss would have greatly disapproved of that. No, my friend…I did not go that far…
Erik stands up to his full height and laces his arms behind his back, his curiosity still very piqued.
Erik: Well…
Damarest once again catches the scalpel and this time slides it into the sleeve of his suit jacket before slowly standing up from the couch and stretching as if he had been doing something no less normal than watching a sporting event or a movie on his couch. Once he’s finished he walks across the room and pulls out an expensive looking crystal snifter from the alcohol shelf, pouring the rich, dark liquid into an equally expensive looking glass. He lifts the glass up and sniffs the contents, smiling in great satisfaction before holding the glass by the tips of his fingers and looking at Erik, his expression one of pure malice.
Damarest: Even powerful men have weaknesses Erik. Our friend in the Senate is no different. As our situation more than proves, even those of great power have those in their employ who are of relative loyalty…those who can be brought. They also have those who can be taken as well.
Erik responds to the remark with an evil grin of his own as Damarest calmly takes a drink from the glass.
Damarest: It’s time to get to work…
The image goes momentarily black. After a few moments it comes back on to show two men bound in a room. One is the man from the last time the scalpel was used and the second is a new one. The original person who was interrogated is in the same position as before, shackled with his hands attached to chains that are bolted to the ceiling of the room as his feet are bound to the floor by ankle braces. Both are pulled as taut as possible to maximize his pain. Directly across from him is a second man. He seems far more comfortable, at least physically, as he sits in a pretty normal looking chair. Unfortunately for him the chair is bolted to the floor in a position that forces it to face the chained man. Although he himself can obviously get up and turn away, he sits in the chair and faces the man who is chained. He suddenly jumps as a hand falls onto his shoulder. It is followed by the persuasive and confident voice of David Damarest.
Damarest: So…you wish to be forthcoming with information…
The man nods his head slowly but with complete assurance as
Damarest walks around to stand in front of him.
Damarest: That’s good…because as you can see…
Damarest turns and points at the chained man.
Damarest: We have no problem encouraging responses from you should the need arise.
The man nods slowly and obviously understands the subtle threat in the statement.
Damarest: Good. My friend here is going to stand here and watch as I question you. Should he interject with a query of his own, you are to be polite, respectful and to the point at all times. Any deviation from this will have consequences. Are you clear on our expectations of you ?
The man nods his head again and Damarest grins at him, although the grin is far from friendly.
Damarest: Excellent…now, you’re
Damarest is interrupted by a beeping tone in the air and shakes his head in irritation. Erik nods his head and walks across the room to the door. Damarest watches him go. The man in the chair notices his eyes move and starts to move, only to find the scalpel suddenly pressed into his throat.
Damarest: That would be unwise to say the least. Just because I’m not looking at you, doesn’t mean that I’m not watching.
The man swallows hard and sits back down in the chair. Damarest grins evilly at him, but keeps the scalpel pressed against his throat with just enough pressure to push his skin in but not enough to break it.
Damarest: Good boy. Remember, you only continue to breathe at my indulgence…you’d be wise to keep that in mind.
Damarest stands silently with the scalpel at the man’s throat as he waits for Erik. The man behind him who’s chained hands and feet to the ceiling and floor moans slightly but otherwise doesn’t move. Damarest looks over his shoulder at the man and lashes out with his left arm, driving his elbow into the man’s side where his kidney is. The man exhales loudly and coughs, causing some blood to spurt from his mouth. Damarest grins at the reaction and looks back towards the door.
Damarest: No comments from the peanut gallery.
He makes the remark with a wry grin on his face. A second or two later Erik walks back over and says something in his ear. Damarest grins widely at the statement, this time looking genuinely pleased by whatever he’s been told. He looks down at the man before bending down so that his mouth is level with the man’s ear.
Damarest: This might turn out to be the luckiest day of your life.
As he says this Erik suddenly clamps down restraints around his wrists, locking him to the chair. Damarest stands back up and looks down at the suddenly very surprised and very terrified man.
Damarest: I doubt it though.
Without further comment Damarest slips the scalpel back into his suit jacket and he and Erik disappear from the room, leaving the two men trapped as the room is suddenly plunged into utter darkness. The only sound that can be heard before the signal cuts is the fearful whimper of one of the men in the room.
Damarest tosses the scalpel that he had used to encourage the confession of the captured flunky of the conspirators and watches it as it spins end over end above him, the now somewhat blood browned blade glistening in the light where the steel is still clean. Erik gazes at him calmly while he does so, his steel gray eyes locked on the smooth speaking sociopath of Elite Enterprises. The two men are sitting in Erik’s Office inside the undisclosed compound where they have secured their still unconscious boss for security purposes. Erik has his feet up on his desk and a drink in hand, a pose that is very reminiscent of Dirge. Damarest is reclined in the expensive leather couch that sits along one of the walls of the opulent office, his feel up on the arm rest as he tosses his new favorite weapon up and down like some sort of deranged juggler.
Erik: Da. Indeed we do. Now what is left is to set the trap for one so that we may entangle all. Our friend was most forthcoming with answering our questions once you persuaded him to be honest with us.
Damarest grins his well known evil grin at the remark and catches the scalpel blade first between two fingers before flinging it back into the air again. He responds to Erik without ever taking his eye off of the spinning blade.
Damarest: Indeed my friend. It’s amusing how the act of showing a man his own ear without the use of a mirror will suddenly arouse his interest in being scrupulously honest. Our task now is to set things up in just such a way so that we entrap all of those involved, including the masked idiot from “Sleeze and Brewtality” and that Senator who thought he’d take the chance to free himself of his obligations.
Erik takes a sip from the glass before setting it back on the desk. He sits silently for a moment and turns to look out of the window across the wide expanse of open land that spills out in front of him. He finally chuckles a little before turning back to Damarest.
Erik: The Senator will be easy enough. We have more than enough information on him to take him from the equation entirely. Salem will be dealt with in time. The other two we will have to play off of each other, get them to tip their hands. The one we know now will be easy to set up. He’s smarter than his cohort, but not by much. I know one way we can bait him, but I will have to speak to Carolyn first.
A vile grin pulls at the corner of Damarest’s mouth as he again catches the blade of his scalpel and flings it back into the air.
Damarest: Yes…use that well known lust for the Boss’s wife to trap the two of them. That would almost definitely work…we’d just have to set it up correctly.
Erik nods his head again and steeples his arms in front of his face, with two fingers in front of his mouth.
Erik: I have a way, but I will have to make a few phone calls. At some point we are going to have to speak to The Irishman as well. He has a right to be involved in this.
Damarest nods his head and initially doesn’t reply. After a few moments and another toss of the scalpel his eyes light up dangerously.
Damarest: I think perhaps that it would be wise of us to involve our newest night operations team as well. That would be a good asset to put in play in preparation for this trap you have brewing in your head.
Erik looks at Damarest and a slow smile spreads across his face. He nods his head in agreement and responds, his tone mischievous and dangerous.
Erik: I like that suggestion. Contact your man and make the arrangements to get them in place. The earlier we have that asset in place, the better.
Damarest nods his head and again catches the scalpel before flipping it into the air. Both men watch it twirl in silence before Damarest looks at Erik, his eyes alight with evil intentions.
Damarest: If we’re to do this correctly I’d say that we need more information to work with.
Erik nods his head and angles his head to one side, gazing at Damarest curiously. Damarest notes this with a widening of his smile.
Damarest: Could it be my friend that you weren’t made aware of the fact that we have newer sources of information ?
Erik raises an eyebrow in response and slowly rises from his desk, his expression curious. Damarest responds to him without looking, as if he instinctively knows what the Russian is thinking.
Damarest: No Erik, not the Senator. That would have been impertinent and unwise. The Boss would have greatly disapproved of that. No, my friend…I did not go that far…
Erik stands up to his full height and laces his arms behind his back, his curiosity still very piqued.
Erik: Well…
Damarest once again catches the scalpel and this time slides it into the sleeve of his suit jacket before slowly standing up from the couch and stretching as if he had been doing something no less normal than watching a sporting event or a movie on his couch. Once he’s finished he walks across the room and pulls out an expensive looking crystal snifter from the alcohol shelf, pouring the rich, dark liquid into an equally expensive looking glass. He lifts the glass up and sniffs the contents, smiling in great satisfaction before holding the glass by the tips of his fingers and looking at Erik, his expression one of pure malice.
Damarest: Even powerful men have weaknesses Erik. Our friend in the Senate is no different. As our situation more than proves, even those of great power have those in their employ who are of relative loyalty…those who can be brought. They also have those who can be taken as well.
Erik responds to the remark with an evil grin of his own as Damarest calmly takes a drink from the glass.
Damarest: It’s time to get to work…
The image goes momentarily black. After a few moments it comes back on to show two men bound in a room. One is the man from the last time the scalpel was used and the second is a new one. The original person who was interrogated is in the same position as before, shackled with his hands attached to chains that are bolted to the ceiling of the room as his feet are bound to the floor by ankle braces. Both are pulled as taut as possible to maximize his pain. Directly across from him is a second man. He seems far more comfortable, at least physically, as he sits in a pretty normal looking chair. Unfortunately for him the chair is bolted to the floor in a position that forces it to face the chained man. Although he himself can obviously get up and turn away, he sits in the chair and faces the man who is chained. He suddenly jumps as a hand falls onto his shoulder. It is followed by the persuasive and confident voice of David Damarest.
Damarest: So…you wish to be forthcoming with information…
The man nods his head slowly but with complete assurance as
Damarest walks around to stand in front of him.
Damarest: That’s good…because as you can see…
Damarest turns and points at the chained man.
Damarest: We have no problem encouraging responses from you should the need arise.
The man nods slowly and obviously understands the subtle threat in the statement.
Damarest: Good. My friend here is going to stand here and watch as I question you. Should he interject with a query of his own, you are to be polite, respectful and to the point at all times. Any deviation from this will have consequences. Are you clear on our expectations of you ?
The man nods his head again and Damarest grins at him, although the grin is far from friendly.
Damarest: Excellent…now, you’re
Damarest is interrupted by a beeping tone in the air and shakes his head in irritation. Erik nods his head and walks across the room to the door. Damarest watches him go. The man in the chair notices his eyes move and starts to move, only to find the scalpel suddenly pressed into his throat.
Damarest: That would be unwise to say the least. Just because I’m not looking at you, doesn’t mean that I’m not watching.
The man swallows hard and sits back down in the chair. Damarest grins evilly at him, but keeps the scalpel pressed against his throat with just enough pressure to push his skin in but not enough to break it.
Damarest: Good boy. Remember, you only continue to breathe at my indulgence…you’d be wise to keep that in mind.
Damarest stands silently with the scalpel at the man’s throat as he waits for Erik. The man behind him who’s chained hands and feet to the ceiling and floor moans slightly but otherwise doesn’t move. Damarest looks over his shoulder at the man and lashes out with his left arm, driving his elbow into the man’s side where his kidney is. The man exhales loudly and coughs, causing some blood to spurt from his mouth. Damarest grins at the reaction and looks back towards the door.
Damarest: No comments from the peanut gallery.
He makes the remark with a wry grin on his face. A second or two later Erik walks back over and says something in his ear. Damarest grins widely at the statement, this time looking genuinely pleased by whatever he’s been told. He looks down at the man before bending down so that his mouth is level with the man’s ear.
Damarest: This might turn out to be the luckiest day of your life.
As he says this Erik suddenly clamps down restraints around his wrists, locking him to the chair. Damarest stands back up and looks down at the suddenly very surprised and very terrified man.
Damarest: I doubt it though.
Without further comment Damarest slips the scalpel back into his suit jacket and he and Erik disappear from the room, leaving the two men trapped as the room is suddenly plunged into utter darkness. The only sound that can be heard before the signal cuts is the fearful whimper of one of the men in the room.