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| Scene Title | Premeditated Murder |
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| Synopsis | Seems that Len and Winters have something in common. They both want Adam Monroe dead. |
| Date | August 15, 2009 |
Fort Hero: Holding
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Time keeps floating by, and Winters is getting increasingly more bored. Outside his other selves are running about and doing all kinds of things. But he is locked up in a tiny room with a piece of wood protruding from the wall for a bed. His suit jacket and shirt have been taken off and are crumpled up on one end as a pillow. His loafers are laid out by the door as if this were a home rather than a holding cell.
A tray with a cold cup of coffee, untouched eggs, and a sliver of bacon are pushed under the 'bed'. Obviously he wasn't hungry, or he just doesn't like eggs. The single chair in the room lays turned over on the ground. Maybe he got mad at it.
Brian sits on the ground against the wall. Dressed only in his pants, it reveals the jade yin-yang necklace he wears. As well as the tribal yin-yang tattoo on the back of his right shoulder. Winters knees are hugged to his chest, chin resting on one kneecap. He stares off at the wall, seemingly spacing out.
How long the Cowboy has been standing there, really only the guard monitoring the small row of cells could tell you. But he's been watching Winters through the glass for just a few minutes before he decides to let himself in. There would be a series of blips warning the occupant that someone was going to be opening the door.
There would have been instructions on how to deal with Former Agent Winters, what his ability was and how to manage him. Len had given no order to drug him, nor had he planned to. To be honest, he had no clue how many Winters were out there running around like spawn. He really doubts there'll be an answer if he asks.
The door is opened and Len walks right in, taking a peek around. "Well, I told them to give you the King size bed.." He seems jovial enough as he clops in, cowboy boot heels hitting the solid ground. "Agent Winters. Agent Denton. Pleasure to meet you, even under these types of circumstance." There's no hand extended, but Denton seems to be at ease. Relaxed.
"Agent Denton." Winters repeats, he makes no direct reaction to being called 'Agent' Winters. No one has called him that for some time. It feels odd, wearing a shirt that is too baggy or too tight. It just doesn't fit anymore. His eyes wander up the other man, as he presses his back against the wall before raising to his full height. "This isn't exactly King sized." Brian points out to the rather uncomfortable looking 'bed'.
Going to sit on it anyways, he tucks his hands under his legs. "Pleasure's all mine, Denton." Brian drolls out, snapping his lips shut. "So.." It sounds very conversational. Then he bites his lower lip. "Excuse me, where are my manners. Please, take a seat." He pulls one hand out from under his leg, gesturing to the overturned chair. "Can I get you anything? Cold coffee? Spoiled eggs?"
"Had some, but thanks." Len leans against the wall that Brian faces as he sits on the bed. He crosses one boot over the next and tucks his thumbs into his front pockets. "I was looking around earlier because I was certain there would be a resignation letter somewhere in your file, but it seems to be missing. I hope you don't mind, but just to be official about it, I'm having another typed up. I mean, your absense was meant to give us the impression that you wanted out, am I correct?"
"Finding out that the organization I worked for are also the ones who killed my parents and experimented on me to become some sort of.."Agent."Well, I apologize I didn't give you a two weeks notice." Brian says flatly going to lean against the wall. His arms folding over his chest. "I think you might do the same, in my position."
"Are you heading things up around here? Now that you've been.." What's the appropriate word. "Downsized? I'm sorry to hear about Primatech. I hope no one was hurt." Or at least anyone he remotely cared about. Then he pauses. "So you had me apprehended just so you could get a resignation letter?" Hm.
Len shrugs. "Couldn't hurt to be official about it, don't you think?" He doesn't move other than the shrug. He doesn't take Winters' ability lightly. He also doesn't think that Winters' will do anything stupid. "Look, I'm not going to try and go back and apologize for things this agency has done in the past. I've got an bunch of agents out there that need me to lead them. I can't be sitting around worrying about you."
He smirks. "The problem is I can't take the route I'd take with most agents, now can I?" Len is not a fan of the mindwipe, but he does it when it's required. "Because you've covered your tracks by having more than one Winters running around out there. So, what do we do now?"
A little laugh is let out at Len's desire to be official. He tilts his head. "You have a job to do, I understand that. I don't want to waste your time." Winters murmurs. He may not like the Company, but Len has done nothing against him. Yet. Hugging one knee to his chest he sighs. "I want to get out of here. And you want something to be done with me." He splays out his hands in front of him. "I do have other of my selves out there. And should I need to, I will get myself out of here." He seems rather confident. "But that would be messy. Neither of us want to see that happen. So what do we do, indeed." He tilts his head back some.
"Is Veronica Sawyer still with you?" He asks softly.
Len flashes back to his conversation to Sawyer just a few moments ago. He's not going to just offer that information yet. "The fact of the matter is this. I have to do something with you. Opening that door and letting you just walk out is not an option. At least not without something in return. The question is, what is it you can offer me in exchange for your freedom?" And by 'me', he means 'The Company.
"I could make you dinner some time." Brian mutters, his eyes go to the door for a moment. He pulls down his lips. "I have a semblance of an idea. But I doubt you would go for it." He says, waving a dismissive hand.
"You'll never know unless you present the idea. It's not like you have anywhere else to go at the moment." Len glances at the man before him. "You tell me what it is you can do for me. I'll tell you if it's of value."
Brian looks at the door once again. "I have information. And eyes on people, the Company would bleed itself dry to get their hands on." His fingers play idly on his knees. "I could share this information, but I'm tellin' you, I would need more than my freedom to keep this deal up." Two fingers rubbed together. "And my work is.." He hums lightly. "Extremely confidential. No one outside this room can know where you get your information." He tilts his head back and watches Len quietly. "Interested?"
Len listens. He doesn't have an ability, but he does read people rather well. Brian's offer is tempting. He could literally be involved in multiple situations at a time. He tilts his head to the side. "I'd be more inclined to agree if I could assign an agent to have you report to. I have far too many things going on to agree to something like this. Whereas, if I assign an agent to keep tabs on you, that would actually work out for me. It would be one agent who would report only to me."
"I still need more things though. That you would need to agree on. One of my 'employers' has asked me to steal from the Company." He tilts his head with a little smirk at Len. "So.. You can give me what they want, and I can give it to them. To further get into the group, and gain trust. Or I can steal it later. We can make it look like a real robbery." He steeples his gingers over his knees. "What agent do you have in mind?" He better not be thinking Veronica..
Oh, he is. Again, Len is fairly good at reading people. Considering, she just told him she'd like to use him as a punching bag, well.. at least she'd keep in him line. "Someone you've worked with in the past." The rest of Brian's request is considered. "Obviously, it really depends on what it is that your 'employer' wants and who that 'employer' is."
Of course he is. Brian grimaces lightly, making it seem as if he would be quite aware of that 'punching' bag' mentality Veronica has. But in reality he's more concerned on having to tell Veronica the way he's been getting into these groups. One particular one that he's not very proud of. "There's no one else?" He asks softly.
"Ever heard of Adam Monroe?" He asks with a little smile. "He wants a list of dangerous Evolved. Such as Norman White. He also wants tranquilizer guns." A little shrug. "However many I could get my hands on. He said."
As controlled as Len is most of the time, there are a few things that might trigger an emotional response. One of those things happens to be the name Adam Monroe. His fist is clenched for a moment. "You are in contact with Adam Monroe?" The question he asks first about someone else to work with him is disgarded for the moment. "That man has attacked several of my agents, including Sawyer, and killed at least one. Giving him anything is out of the question. I want that bastard dead."
"Then I'll kill him for you." Brian offers, tilting his head at the other man. "Give him he wants, Denton. So I can get in closer." Of course Brian wants Adam dead. He hurt Veronica. But that's not something he can say here. "He's not a good man. With too many sins to count. But going about killing an unkillable man takes tact, and planning."
"Be reasonable about this Denton. You know how hard it would be to take out Adam. He needs to be dealt with, but carefully. I'm inside already. Help me go deeper." He watches Len carefully.
Len has to juggle the emotional with the tactical. Most of Winters' request is sound, as is his logic. He pushes himself off the wall. "Here's the deal. First, I'm not giving him access to dangerous evolved. He'll never see that list. You want a few tranqs, I can probably find the means to get that to you. But you'll report your every move to Sawyer, who'll report it to me." He bounces his knuckles off the glass, getting the guard's attention. "That's what I can offer you, Winters."
"Then fabricate a list, Denton. Jesus Christ, don't make me do all the thinking here. He knows about Norman White, get me something I can give to him. He already knows about Norman White. Get me that guys information, make up a few people, put some of your own agents on there and voila. Dangerous Evolved list." Brian says, tilting his head at the other man.
"You're sure it can't be anyone else?" He asks, frowning a bit. "She's going to be mad at me."
"Get over it. You deserve it and you know it." Len retorts. "Fabricating lists we can do. You didn't say you wanted a fabricated list. You said you wanted THE list." The door is opened as Len moves towards it. "And you're lucky my mama isn't here, she'd wash your mouth out with soap for taking the Lord's name in vain." The grin is back on Denton's face as he stands in the doorway. "I'll give you one fake list. I'll talk with Sawyer about how many tranqs you get. I'm not giving arms to Monroe's army. It'll be no more than a handful, with limited tranqs. I want Adam Monroe dead or hand delivered."
Leaping to his feet to follow Denton to the door, he throws his hands out as if to stall him. "Wait, Denton, wait. There's one more thing. If you give me a fabricated list.." He chews his lip thoughtfully. "I'll have to actually steal it. With one of Monroe's stooges. I have one in mind, and I guarantee you it won't compromise the integrity of your location. But if it's fake I'll need one of Adam's people to come in here and actually see me steal everything. That's the way it has to work. You can have your amount of tranqs set out, and your fake list on the computer. But.." He splays out his hands. "It needs to be staged that way." Brian says before dipping his head in apology. "I'm sorry I took the Lord's name in vain."
Len acknowledges Brian's situation with a wave of his hand as he walks off. The door closes behind him, leaving Brian to wait for Veronica Sawyer.