There is always more
She awakes inside a cell she does know how long she been here for. But it been a while.
She could tell her body was tried but other then that was find. It feels almost like she been asleep for days. But somehow it feels she hadn’t rested. She raised her brow. ‘I wonder if there used the Sleep Torture’.
• Sleep Torture is well known in the Spy/ spree would. Her world. It keeps the victim asleep as you dive into the mind. Giving them nightmare while you dig in. Most people wouldn’t notice the difference to a force sleep or nightmare to a regular one. It designed to weaken the mind for easy access.
The spree or just her, worked on fighting against this work. She might have had help from her spree cell she was apart off.
Looking around this new cell she was pull in, it almost looked like a dungeon, chuckles to herself. Just like in the old stories. Looking around more the cold room, chained to a chair. The collar around her neck stopping her form getting comfortable. She wasn’t really taking in her surround. The only think really occupying her mind was Raelle.
She wished she told her everything.
From Porter to her joining the spree to choosing her over them.
But the fear was so great. She could feel her heartbeat rise, jus thinking about it. She tries taking calming breathing, but it didn’t really help.
‘stay level-headed, Ramshorn’ her voice of her handler echoes in her mind.
Just then the door of her cell slides open. There standing there was not someone she ever plans on meeting.
“Sarah Alder, as I live and breathe”. Voice laced with sarcasm. And she wasn’t hiding it either.
She didn’t respond just stood straight the door closing behind her. she noticed Quartermain until she was behind her. Sneaky she thought after noticing. Made sure she didn’t react.
“so, you want me confess” she smiles that her, “I confess. I AM WITCH”.
Alder watched her. She didn’t want to hurt her, for one reason only she was a fellow witch. ‘But the spree has to been taken down at all costs’. Stupid vice president. She is very impressed on how resilience so far. Tells see if I can get her talking.
“you attacked the wedding, why”.
She raised her brow, “we don’t attack, Witches” her voice or neutral this time.
She looked at her, deep down that rang true. But she couldn’t think about that right know.
“you’re a former Dodger, why you join”.
With a giant smile, “wooden you like to know”.
“why where you at the wedding”.
“For Raelle”. She locked eyes with Sarah. Her anger drive into Sarah.
With sniff nod.
Quartermain rest her hands on her shoulder and started a link.
Scylla quickly closed her eyes holding her memories back. Only sending memories of Raelle.
With a grunt she pushed forward breaking the link.
“you’re not getting in my head”.
“you are spree, murder of innocence. You will tell us one way or another”.
With that step forward and punched her, knocking the wind out of her lungs. With a heavy breath she forced herself to sit up straight.
“I might have killed General, but you are no better.” Said though greet teeth.
Titled her head a little, “and why do you say that”.
“you killed them, signing the order to kill all dodgers on site”.
She straightens up, only if she knows. She didn’t have a choose.
With a smirk she punched she across the face making her jerk to the side. Her restrains stopping her from fallen down.
With that she spins on her heels Quartermain right behind her. The door slams shut behind as there walk on.
“same answer”.
“yes general. I still don’t believe her.
Alder looked at her then at Quartermain, “there is always more to discover”.
Looking away from her, her daughter. “you have four days, get what you can. After that dead or alive she be sent of”.
“permission to speak candidly”.
With a niff nod, Quartermain asked, “permission to go of script”.
“permission granted”.
With that Alder walked of leaving Quartermain alone in the tunnel outside her cell.