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[captainannie]

Who: Annie (Captain of the Thieves) and Murdock (Aladdin)
When: Last night. :/ I lose at putting threads up.
Where: Annie's bar in Jersey.
What: Annie wants to 'thank' Mudock for the 'lovely' gift.
Rated: R-ish?

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[thatrapscallion]

Murdock seemed both relieved and emboldened by the reassurance that the hat was a unique gift - he finally settled into his seat more comfortably and stopped shifting, with a smug little smile. Of course, this reassurance was exceptionally short lived, as Annie quickly proceeded to open the door to her closet. At the sight of the beaten man within Murdock all but leapt to his feet in a panic, barely managing to force himself back into the seat with every muscle in his body seizing up in fear. "HOLY--" he began, only to quickly cover it with an awkward coughing fit as he struggled to remain calm about the whole situation.

He pounded a fist against his chest as the coughing subsided, his eyes darting from Annie to the man to the desk in front of him. "Ah, excuse me, it's just... Er, the idea of someone lying to you makes me so, ah, so mad I could just choke..." he gives his throat one last feeble clearing before sneaking one further glance at the bound goon, matching fearful look with fearful look.

"Uhm, it looks like you've, ah, you've already taught him quite the lesson, though... I don't think he's liable to be a repeat offender after that. I mean, right? Am I right?" He cast an imploring look at the man, bobbing his head in a furtive nod as if to bed for a sign of repentance. "He'd have to be pretty stupid, right?" As her fingers begin to knead at his shoulders they will find a surplus of tension, which only seems to get worse at the seductive touch of her hands and lips.

Ohgodohgodohgodohgod...

[captainannie]

Annie continued her gentle massage as she whispered, "But, you see, the trust has been broken. How can I ever trust him again? Relationships are built on trust. Respect is only shown through trust. How am I supposed to function as a business woman when people keep lying to me?"

She sighed lightly, and one hand of hers let go of him and reached into the back of her pants to pull out a gun with a silencer and pointed it over Murdock's shoulder at the man. "You don't think I should get rid of him? You don't think that I should make him an example for anyone that messes with me? How am I supposed to be able to trust anything that comes out of his mouth?"

Annie's mouth turned up in a small smirk, "Of course, you could help him. You could save him." Annie paused, and ran an idle hand through Murdock's hair. "His blood will be on your hands. I know you would never lie to me... and all I want is the answer to one little question, seeing as how you're the assistant Arabic Librarian..."

Annie let a short silence build before she asked, "Where is Morgiana?"

[thatrapscallion]

"But... Well, maybe you don't have to trust him again?" Murdock's voice actually seems to have raised an octave, not to mention increased in speed as he begins a bout of nigh-hysterical rambling. "Maybe if you let him go he can go far, far away and never ask you to trust him again, thus never requiring you to place trust in him that could be broken. When you think about it, the end results are almost the same as ohdeargodinheaventhat'sagun..."

As the gun came to rest alongside his neck Murdock's head craned away reflexively, and he began to do something that seemed very much like hyperventilating. Truly, he deserved credit in this moment for maintaining moderate control over his bladder. His eyes were finally torn away from the bloodied closet man, and instead locked in a wide-eyed, sideways stare on the gun as though it were a live cobra. Little beads of sweat were beginning to trickle down his temples.

"Morgiana?" He repeated incredulously, "I can tell you where Morgiana is! It's in Little Arabia, I think, over on West Third. Excellent kebabs! I think they--" His twitchy tone suddenly broke mid-sentence and he began pleading, "Oh god, I don't know! I don't know these things! Velvet doesn't tell me that sort of--" His tone made almost unintelligible by panic, he struggled to turn his head enough to regard Annie with imploring eyes. "But I can find out! Just give me a chance, and I can! You just gotta let me go! I mean, let him go! Let both of us go!"

[captainannie]

"Wrong answer."

Annie looked down at Murdock, then her eyes raised along with the gun to point directly at the man in the closet. She had it all planned out, and though she knew that Gino (the man in the closet) would be upset with her for the bruise the bullet was going to leave due to the Kevlar vest he was wearing, she wasn't going to let Murdock off quite so easily.

The sickly quiet shot rang out in the room, though it would barely be noticeable outside. The blood pack she had put over the vest exploded, and Gino made it appear as though he had really been killed. Annie stepped around the desk, to shut the closet door, all the while she still spoke to Murdock in a calm and collected tone. "You will find out where she is for me. I have friends that can find you where ever you are. I can find you if you hide in the Pen. And I will know if you are lying to me." She shot him a look as her hands slammed down on the desk, the gun still firmly in her hand though her finger off of the trigger. "The police are in my pocket, and if you don't believe me, go outside and tell them I killed someone. I guarantee you that I won't even be questioned. This place is being 'watched' by the Feds. Go outside to their car. Report me. Nothing will happen."

Again, Annie had planted fake cops and fake feds outside, just in case Murdock did decide to go to them. It was almost poetic as she watched him. "You don't seem to get the full grasp of what I'm capable of. This time, you will go, you will get me the information I need, and you will report it back within two weeks. Otherwise... I don't suppose anyone would really miss you, would they? I'm sure they'd think you ran off with some girl." Her eyes narrowed and the waved her gun towards the door, as she took a seat and lit up a cigarette. "Go."

[thatrapscallion]

"OH MY GOD!" Murdock shouted - or rather, tried to shout, but the sound died as a croak in his throat. The blast from the gun was ringing in his ears, but he scarcely noticed - his eyes were transfixed on the bloody, motionless man bound in the closet. If not for the gun still hovering just over his shoulder, it seems clear that he could have already leaped from his chair - and possibly the window - by now.

His chest rose and fell with rapid gasps of sheer, unbridled panic. When she closed the closet door he continued to stare at it unblinking, his fingernails digging into the arms of his chair. He listened to every word uttered without responding, though he processed it all. He had no intention of going to the police - because in the movies that would never work, and even in the throes of such terror, Murdock still pretty much envisioned his life as a movie.

Upon receiving his instruction he managed a slow, dumb nod, rising to his feet doubtfully, as though expecting some sort of a trick. Maybe she was still going to kill him. Maybe this was all just for sport. With deliberate steps he backed towards the door, eyes finally moving to look at Annie. "Yes sir, I mean ma'am, Miss Miranda ma'am. Anything you... I mean, for the honour of... You can..." He bumped into the closed door and emitted a little yelp, before spinning to pull it open and lurch through in to freedom.