The Sacrifices of a Sinner (On hold/Being Reworked? Maybe?)

II | E s c a p a d e

Surprisingly they didn't believe her.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU KNOW?!?!?!" And then she was surrounded. She looked at them unimpressed, life would be so much easier if everyone just believed her, then again many would be dead if they always believed her.

She took a gentle step back not wanting or needing confrontation right now. Her hands raised in front of her to signify her will not to fight.

"You are in danger right now, and the clock is ticking do you really have the luxury to question me? All you need to know is that it's in my best interests to get you all out." She cocked her head to the side.

It made no difference if they were dead or alive. Whilst alive was preferable, it made no big difference. If they were dead she could hack into their software quickly and efficiently without someone trying to stop her. However the fact that the Toma team was also attacked was a little inconvenient. She still hadn't been able to settle her score with them. And Sang was known for settling her scores.

Besides If anyone was going to kill that damn Russian it would be her.

"Who are you?" Owen Blackbourne stood his arms crossed. Everyone else stood their stance defensive. Her back was to the door. They stood behind the table fanned out in a semi circle, Blackbourne directly opposite her.

She tilted her head weighing her options. Truthfully she was still a little pissed about the stunt from earlier. She was very tempted to repay the favour and just tell them half truths, bits of her identity that would not be helpful. Instead she took her high horse.

"Sang Sorenson. Investigator and right now, most likely your only hope."

"Most likely?"

"Well, if they have gone for the Toma's and then my hypothesis is correct." She rocked on the balls of her feet, feeling antsy. "Oh and North, stop fiddling and point the gun at me if it makes you feel any better. Victor and Kota don't press the panic button the academy is no longer to be trusted I'm afraid. But go ahead and contact Dr. Roberts if you want to confirm my identity we only have," she checked her watch, "fifteen minutes until they will be here anyway."

North and grimaced before pointing a P18C at her head. Victor scowled over the top of his computer and Kota's eyes flashed angrily. Surprisingly with a gun pointed at her head she calmed down significantly.

"What do you mean we can't trust the academy?"

"Mole." She shrugged not fazed. Her hands still raised in the air.

They looked at each other exasperatedly, before Victor looked up from his computer, their eyes flitted around silently. North lowered the gun making her feel antsy again. She really did try to hold in her sigh of exasperation but it came out in a huff and their attention snapped towards her and she stared back at them her eyebrows raised. Blackbourne cleared his throat awkwardly.

"For all we know you are the reason they were attacked, and we have no real reason to believe that we are in danger either." Mr. Blackbourne was back to calculating her his voice had a soft tick to it, he was unsure. She lowered her hands, clamping them onto the hem of her jacket.

"If I were your enemy, you'd already be dead." Her fingers fiddled subtly with the knives hidden in her jacket sleeve. Her stare blank.

"I don't believe you," he replied, he had an air of indifference, of confidence, but she could hear the slight uncertainty. However he sincerely didn't think she could kill them. How naive.

"Then you're a fool." He stiffened. It gave her a primal sense of glee to intimidate this man, however, his response was a little to over emotional. His posture was too stiff, his jaw too tight, his breathing too forced, his pupils blown out wide. Anger or Fear. Or both. It confused her, forcing her to put away her personal feelings of triumph.