Right.....Wrong.....I don't know

Breathless leader

Cleveland looked at Bismarck. The Battleship did the same and the two ended up staring at each other for some time. Cleveland sighed and gathered what she wanted to say. “So what exactly are you doing here? How did you get here?”

“You imprisoned me here. You know that.” Bismarck said with no emotions Cleveland could deduce. She simply sat back down on what Cleveland could describe as nothing less than a simple mattress on a wood construction in the corner. It could be described as a bed but not really. “For a second you had me fooled there Hood but only for a second. Next time you need to try a lot better though since I will not fall for this again.” 

Cleveland gasped. “You think I am who now?!” To be suspected as Hood made her blood boil. How dare she be compared to that witch? Hood, or any of the five really, was certainly someone she would never disguise herself as unless she wanted to kill herself. She approached the cell and pushed her head against it so it made a loud clang. Bismarck didn’t even look up at her at all while she stood there. The Siren simply sighed. “Look I am not Hood. I am Weser. You know me.”

“Sure you are, fake Weser. I know the actual Weser but you Hood, you I know even more by now and therefore you can’t fool me. You aren't even behaving like her.” Bismarck said with a voice filled with mockery. Cleveland could clearly note that this Bismarck carried herself completely different than the one she met above ground. This one held herself up high and did never once leave her eye contact. This Bismarck looked ready to attack at any angle. “Wouldn’t be the first time you tried that but this time it worked better since you actually got the face and voice right this time."

*This one is different. Hmm. What? Did Bismarck suddenly create a copy of herself?*

“Bismarck. I am not Hood.” Cleveland repeated as she ignored Alpha. The Siren would be comfortable alone so she could focus on Bismarck. The Battleship stepped back from the cell door and walked back. Cleveland sighed and turned around. She checked out the other cells in detail and found that they were all empty. They even lacked the mattresses Bismarck's room had so she knew they truly were unoccupied. Being relieved by that she was at least happy to not meet anyone else in here. “The others are empty. That’s good. Why do you think I am Hood anyway? I don’t even know what all of this is.”

Bismarck stared at her and seemed to not even react. Then she started to snicker which soon turned into full blown laughter. “Pahaha. Good one hood. Really funny.” She stopped in a second and sat up straight. “I will tell you why since you forgot your own words apparently. You boasted several times that this entire facility is connected to your office only and will therefore never be accessed without you being the one to lead them here. You said it’s undetectable and hidden for anyone except you going so far to not even have it appear on the blueprints of the base. And lastly, anyone you brought down here was changed and had their memories of this place wiped. So why am I supposed to now think you lied your prideful asshole. No one will randomly walk into this place without you allowing them to so your disguise is not fooling me.”

*But the area was on the blueprints. It was just heavily encrypted and therefore hard to find for someone that isn’t looking. I mean technically you are correct in a way then Bismarck, but no.*

“How do I change your thoughts and prove to you that I am not her.” Cleveland thought about that and sighed. Bismarck truly thought she was Hood so she had to prove the opposite. She didn’t want to reveal herself as a Siren either because she feared that Bismarck would trust her even less. The chance that she did was there but Cleveland wasn’t about to put all of her chances on a roll of the dice.

“Would Hood do this?“ Cleveland said and grabbed the bars of the cell. She, with only a little bit of effort, bent them apart and created an opening that was large enough to pass for even a shipgirl in rigging. She stepped through it and touched Bismarck’s shoulders in a caring manner.