Log | Titus and Vanessa

[t_grisborne]

He waited for the guy to stop convulsing before giving a tired sigh and turning toward the door. It had happened - they'd got the wrong man before, but he had a good feeling about this one. And hey, what was triumph without a little effort?

He left the chamber and kicked the door casually closed behind him, leaving their prisoner slumped against the chair and trying to catch his breath. He knew anyone behind the two-way mirror would have seen and heard everything, but he entered the observation room as if his information was fresh.

"The guy's playin' hardball. You're positive we got the right one?"

He was. He just wanted to make sure they were all on the same page.

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[xo_lazario]

Vanessa gazed through the two-way mirror into the chamber, her dark eyes studying their prisoner closely, quietly. She contemplatively tapped her fingertips together, sharp elbows balanced on the surface of the desk. Her source couldn't be wrong. Not this time.

"You're not asking the right questions," she decided after a time. Vanessa tore a crisp sheet of notebook paper free of its lush leather binding, took up her pen, and neatly wrote out a single question in her beautifully pristine handwriting.

"Here," she said simply, presenting the folded up piece of paper to Titus. "Do not look at the contents and let him know that you haven't. Hold it up to his face and see what happens next."