((OOC: Continued from Accidental Potseluy))

Sveta sat in the car; she though briefly about running away, but she was smart enough to guess that a guy who is crazy enough to walk in though the front door with a machete would be crazy enough to hunt her down anyway. Besides, many people have seen him. They would find her soon enough. She had friends. Mutant friends.

She thought about the evil blonde woman. She took some blood from her, and then let her go, right? They never wanted her, just her abilities, for whatever reason. So, maybe, this guy would be okay with some blood, and she would go free.
Suuuure.

She glanced at the pistol. She did not like guns, but strangely, compared to the brutal simplicity of the machete, it looked less... threatening.

>>" No reason to go this far and not go all the way. Don't forget your seat belt. So, tell me a little about yourself."

Sveta fatsened her seatbelt. If only a few movies were right, they might get into a car chase or something with this psycho. Better safe than... whatever.

Tell him about herself? Sure.

"F*ck you." she said in Russian, with stoic calmness in her voice, folding her arms. This was not a *** date. "Do you work for de blonde woman? Did she want more of my blood?"

Being one to have pilfered exotic locales and killed exotic peoples, Roland smirked at the Russian expletive. His eyes shifted to her, giving her a good once over to change the meaning of the verb in his mind. "Do you work for de blonde woman? Did she want more of my blood?" He continued to move through the city, changing lanes. He was pleased that she was happy to give him information so readily. Spoiled some of the fun, but still. her own admissions only solidified the big picture for Roland, pieces sliding into place.

" Yes, I do work for her, as a matter of fact. However, this little outing is ...off the books, you might say." He had been curious about where the boosting agent had come from in the cocktail that was being developed. Had he flipped one channel to the left or right when he saw the Russian boosting the insect girl on television, it may have never clicked. Now it was all coming out in the wash, as it usually did. The oily fish smell of the docks was coming in through the vents as they neared their destination.

While Roland preferred to work privately, especially with one so tender, there was little reason to let up on the interrogation since she felt like being open. " Now that you know something about me, I insist you tell me about yourself. Start with the Clinic and its residents." He eased to a halt at the gate of the docks in question, waving a small device at a sensor, the security gate swinging upright. As they rolled into the loading areas, the large freighters lined along the docks seemed like slightly lurching buildings, their size blocking the afternoon sun. Their new place of residence moved toward them.

>>" Yes, I do work for her, as a matter of fact. However, this little outing is ...off the books, you might say."

Sveta did her best not to react to that, but she couldn't help but go a little pale. So, the evil blonde woman found her once again... or not. Off the books? What did that even mean? Damn Americans and their figures of speach. She really couldn't ask about that, he'd laugh. And this was no laughing matter. So, back to the question: off the books? That meant that he was doing this for himself, right? So, he was not taking her to the blonde, as far as she could tell, they were headed to the docks. As good a hiding place as any.

>>" Now that you know something about me, I insist you tell me about yourself. Start with the Clinic and its residents."

"F*ck. You." Sveta repeated calmly "I do not talk about them. Dey have nothing to do with this. And you already know what I can do, right? Dat is why you took me. You know everyting you need to know."

Good. Talk. Keep talking. Keep fighting. Keep resisting. Make his life a living hell. He can't just kill a power booster, her powers would be gone too. She was more valuable alive.
If things got worse, and he wanted names, she could always give up Slate...

Another sharp report from the Eurasian expletive cannon came hurtling Roland's way, leaving yet another smirk across his lips. Sassy to boot. She was no Alexandra, but then again, he hadn't sniffed this one's blond locks yet." I do not talk about them. Dey have nothing to do with this. And you already know what I can do, right? Dat is why....." Sounded like a chicken, bawking away and scratching at seed. Roland tuned her out as they pulled into a garage. He turned the ignition off, the key being pulled and then vanishing to parts unknown.

The driver's side door swung open and he stepped out, facing her with the gun drawn. " Out. That way." He motioned the pistol's barrel toward a large Lithuanian freighter simply called 'Express'. Strange name for a ship, but buyers with a time crunch couldn't always be choosers. A long, staggered walkway climbed up the side of the freighter and Roland savored the view from behind as he walked the young asset up to the deck. His directions , when she would look at him with more of the sass and scorn, moved her below decks to the captain's cabin, which was only slightly larger than the regular berths, a small desk and chair waiting for him.

Taking a seat in a small chair at the desk, he motioned to her to sit on the bed. " Thank you for your cooperation. Always more pleasant without blood and screaming, hmm? Now, before you fire another f-bomb in my direction, I'd like you to think for a moment. No one knows you are here and while I do not wish to shoot you, you are as valuable with a shattered ankle as you are without one. The Clinic. Its residents. Go."

A ship? Why on earth would he take her to a ship? Sveta wrinkled her nose. Were they going somewhere? Was she being smuggled out of the country? That would take the price, arriving as a mail order bride, and being smuggled out of the friggin' country in a box...
She sighed, and got out of the car.

The cabin was empty; he was still pointing a gun at her. Sveta hated guns, especially when she had to stare down the barrel of one. She felt like she was in some stupid movie, and she did not like it one bit.
Also, sitting on the bed? She did not like that option. What was he...
... oh please God no.

For the very first time since she'd been kidnapped from the clinic, Sveta was truly afraid.

>>"Thank you for your cooperation. Always more pleasant without blood and screaming, hmm? Now, before you fire another f-bomb in my direction, I'd like you to think for a moment. No one knows you are here and while I do not wish to shoot you, you are as valuable with a shattered ankle as you are without one. The Clinic. Its residents. Go."

Sveta bit her lips and sat down on the bed.

"Dere is a healer, his wife, and the adopted kid. Dere was another guy too, like, a nurse, but he moved out."

After he wiped out half of New York, with the help of yours truly.

"Why do you ask? It is me dat you want, right?"

The look on her face when she was directed to the bed was not lost on Roland. He was no rapist and he rather despised the type. However, she didn't know that, so if the fear of intimate violation spurned her to sing, so be it. He put some white sheets of paper before him and began to make small columns and notes based on her answers. Placing the gun on the desk would calm her down, more than likely. It could have been in her lap and still been effective, so what was the harm in a little false security?

A healer, his wife and the adopted kid. A male nurse. "Why do you ask? It is me dat you want, right?" Just the sound of breath, uncomfortable pause and the occasional scritching of pen to paper could be heard. " I'm not sure what I want yet. I do know I want results, though. And you are surely the key to that." The equation was simple to the man of many talents. A pensive peace had been in play for much too long among the genetically superior these days. Everyone was staying in their corner for the duration. Gathering information about the key players and holding one of the most valuable of his kind hostage seemed to kill two birds with one stone.

He gave her a good meaty once over with his eyes, pausing in the appropriate places in order to attain maximum psychological effect. With a slim caricature of a smirk, he continued, " Well, that's nice. I appreciate the census data. Now, do tell me their names before I get impatient." Again, this was not going to happen. Patience was a trademark of Mister Pruitt. A high tolerance for bulls*** was not.

>>" I'm not sure what I want yet. I do know I want results, though. And you are surely the key to that."

Sveta frowned. What results? What on earth did he want if it was not her powers? Sure, a healer could be useful, but why would he need to know about Maya and Jude? Was he collecting mutants or something? Hoping to catch another one with a useful mutation?...
Sveta winced as he looked her over; but resisted the urge to curl up into a ball. She was not going to give him the satisfaction. Holding her chin up, she glred back at him.

>>" Well, that's nice. I appreciate the census data. Now, do tell me their names before I get impatient."

"Sebastian, Maya, and Jude." she listed; most people knew their names, anyone who happened to go to the clinic anyway. Sveta decided she would tell the man as much as anyone knew, and nothing more. She was not used to sacrificing herself for others... except for Bo, that is, but thinking about te Csendes family made her feel guilty just for being kidnapped. They did not deserve to be treated like this. "And Garrett. And my name is Efimia Nikolayeva. Vat's yours?"

The names wrote themselves out, though the first gave him serious pause. Though, a clinic with a healer was logical. Busy man, though. "Csendes? Sebastian Csendes? So you thought a first name was sufficient for a unicorn man. Noted." He got around, for sure. " Does that make the Clinic a front for the Kabal? Full answers. I'm not interested in any more games. " He stood from the desk and approached her, leaning in and snatching her purse up. Ignoring any argument, he dumped the contents on the desk, fishing through the stuff with his pen.

" Paydirt." A phone left he desk and appeared in his hand. After unlocking it, he moved to the contacts. Some names he didn't recognize. One he did. " Fausto...Martense? Wow, I hope not. Hang around him and you'll definitely get shot. " Roland chuckled a tinny little noise, recalling the look on Fausto's face just after Roland shot him and just before the roof collapsed in Romania. Good times. " Let's see, start from the top? Agnes...that would be the girl who made you famous on television. Not much of a catch, that one."

His finger trailed over the device. "Garrett, that's the nurse you mentioned?" He pressed send, waiting for a few pulses before getting voicemail. He noted the surname Wills. Nobody home. Probably watching Golden Girls or whatever male nurses do. Let's see....Cervantes? As in Detective? Quite a who's who." He lit a cigarette as the phone rang. This voicemail would prove a bit more entertaining. " Hello, Detective. this is Roland Pruitt. I have a young mutant here with me. I'm sure you know her. Ta." He smiled and let the blue smoke trail from his nose, looking back to his quarry.

>>"Csendes? Sebastian Csendes? So you thought a first name was sufficient for a unicorn man. Noted. Does that make the Clinic a front for the Kabal? Full answers. I'm not interested in any more games. "

Sveta blinked. The man sure did know a lot. Then, why was he asking? Unicorn? She hadn't even seen Sebastian shift...

"I do not care for de Kabal" she pouted. Straight answers, right "Dey just took me in because I do not have anyone else in America. And why do you ask me, if you know dem?"

>>" Paydirt. Fausto...Martense? Wow, I hope not. Hang around him and you'll definitely get shot. " "

Shot?! Sveta frowned. So, he knew Fausto too.

"No worries, I don't even like him. He lies."

He is also better off not being mixed into any kind of trouble his double ex-fiancé got into.

>>"Let's see, start from the top? Agnes...that would be the girl who made you famous on television. Not much of a catch, that one."

Sveta didn't comment on that. The less he was interested in Agnes, the better. TV. So that's how he spotted her. Made perfect sense.

>>"Garrett, that's the nurse you mentioned?.. Nobody home. Probably watching Golden Girls or whatever male nurses do. Let's see....Cervantes? As in Detective? Quite a who's who."

Garrett got away easy too; Sveta almost smirked. Male nurse, huh. The more innocent he sounded, the better... he was the other component of a combo capable of wiping out half a city, and the psycho was better off not knowing that.

>> " Hello, Detective. this is Roland Pruitt. I have a young mutant here with me. I'm sure you know her. Ta."

Sh*t.
Sveta wondered if that was a good thing or a bad thing. At first look, it sounded pretty stupid that someone would call the cops on himself; but the confidence he did it with gave it away that he was prepared for that too. Damn.

Sveta stood, and slowly walked over to the table; she simply did not like the evel difference between her sitting and him standing. And she wanted to show him she was not scared. Or pretend, at least.

"You took me to play vith my phone? I am not dat well connected."