The Greatest Pretenders

05.1

London (England)

MI6 Headquarters

21 04 2016

1830 hours

Ryn attaches iron clasps that are connected through wires to a plug around each of Sauvageon's wrists. The convict is tied to a chair by his hands and legs, therefore unable to escape.

"Why did you call Romanov?" Poe asks while Ryn walks over to the plug and lightly taps her fingers against it, as a warning.

Sauvageon smirks. "I'm not telling you shit."

"I'm gonna ask again," Poe patiently says and plays with the wet cloth in his hand. "Why did you call Romanov?"

Once again, Sauvageon doesn't say anything. Therefore, Poe stuffs the cloth in his mouth and motions for Ryn to turn the plug on, which ends up electrocuting a screaming Sauvageon.

After ten seconds of electrocution, Ryn turns it off and Poe pulls the cloth out of the prisoner's mouth. He wonders if the people outside the prison cell can hear him, and if they're wondering what's going on. Either way, no one came to check in on them.

"Why the fuck did you call him?" Poe raises his tone.

Sauvageon spits him in the face. "I was told to."

"By whom?" Poe urges, bending over so he can look him in the eye.

The prisoner smiles, letting Poe know that he won't tell him anything else. Ryn turns the plug on once again, this time not waiting for Poe. Sauvageon yelps as he shakes on the chair, gripping into the handles.

Poe closes in on his face. "BY WHOM?"

"Kudret."

"What the fuck does that mean?"

Sauvageon shrugs, and starts shaking and convulsing once again, meaning that Ryn turned the plug on. This time, it doesn't end after one minute; it just keeps going to the point where the veins in his forehead seem like they're about to pop.

"I'm going to let it on until you tell us everything you know," Ryn nonchalantly says, checking her fingernails as if to say that she has all the time in the world.

Two more minutes go by until the prisoner eventually yells out what Poe wants to hear.

"He's from Istanbul...he wanted to talk about...a gunpowder shipment!"

The jolts stop and Ryn walks over to Poe. "Where can we find him? And what's his real name?"

Sauvageon is breathing heavily, so Ryn waits a few more seconds before kicking him in the shin.

"I don't know his-his real name. All I know is that he's from Istanbul and owns a whorehouse. That's all I know, I swear to God."

Ryn nods and punches him square in the face.

"Let's go," she says shaking her fist and gripping her knuckles.

"What does Kudret mean? In Turkish," Poe asks as he follows Ryn out of the cellblock.

"It means might and power. It's definitely a nickname. Have Ricki run it through the database while I make a phone call. I'll meet you back at the lab."

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Istanbul (Turkey)

Hotel W Istanbul

23 04 2016

1900 hours

Poe pushes himself off the bar when he sees Irina approaching.