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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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[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.