I had been working with The Torch for a solid week, and they still didn't have me doing much. I don't know who's orders that was under, whether Steele was keeping me out of the light, or if their version of Klarke was doing it because he didn't think I would be able to hold my own out in the field. I felt like I was that intern you see in the movies, the girl that always ran and got the coffee or took orders for their lunches. I could see Isaac casting me sorry glances every now and then. He knew I could handle myself out there, he and Steele were the only ones who knew I could. 

Isaac and I were taking lunch together. He suggested we went off the premises and to a little cozy place. When we stepped through the doors, it reminded me of the restaurant Jared and I had been when The Organization had surrounded us. I was momentarily frozen in place. 

A hand on my arm brought me back, and I saw Isaac looking at me strangely. 

"Are you alright?"

"Fine, I'm fine." I pushed us forward not wanting to talk about it. We were seated in a corner and I started to look through the menu after ordering a water. 

"The reason I wanted to take you away from there today was because I wanted to be able to talk freely."

"About the fact that we're related?" I asked. 

"Partially that, but also about something that I've been hearing around the grounds... coming from Klarke."

"What has the almighty Klarke been saying?" I asked. 

"First I'd like to talk about the relation, and your alias."

"Of course you do. I figured this would come up again after the week of silence on that front."

"Why did you choose Jacobson?" Isaac asked ignoring my jab.

"I don't know. It was just the name that came to me. It was a split second decision and it just came out."

"Don't you think that's a little odd?"

"Look in the world we live in, Isaac. I'd say there's a lot of odd things going around. I'm not trying to pull it off as some sort of coincidence, you already know what I think about those. I'm just telling you that I have no clue why I picked it."

Judging by his pursed lips, Isaac wasn't exactly satisfied with my answer. I knew he wanted to get to the bottom of why. Heck, I was curious too, but I had absolutely no clue. I didn't even really want to think about the whole thing because when I did, it sent shivers through me. It made me wonder if maybe there was something wrong with me. Was I some sort of freak or something?

"Fine."

"You're not actually going to drop it though are you?"

"Nope."

"Figured."

Our eyes stayed locked and I took a sip of water. When the waitress came back, I ordered a salad with chicken. She grabbed up our menus and took them away. I waited for her to get far enough away before I spoke again. 

"So what have you been hearing?"

"Sounds like you're going to be on your first job." Isaac leaned forward, placing his arms on the table so I would still be able to hear. 

"I'm leaving the base and going out?"

"Not exactly." I sighed and put my head on my arms. It seemed weird that I wanted to go out and hunt, especially given what I experienced while at Durin's cabin, but I hadn't had the same problems while I was with The Torch. I took comfort in the fact that they only went after the creatures who harmed people instead of killing them all without any regard. From the first day I'd picked up a gun in that range, I hadn't had any problems with holding it. 

"They're going to have you in the cells."

My head snapped up. "You mean in the jail?" My heart was beating erratically. Why were they having me down there? Had Klarke found out that I'd been lying? 

"Yes. They brought in a new werewolf. He's one that's been in some trouble before. We think he knows something about the pack that's been causing Hell for us for the longest time. Klarke says he used to run with them."

"So what do they want me to do?"

"They want you to babysit him... and see if you can get the information out of him that we need."

"They want me to interrogate him?" I felt a lump rise in my throat. 

"Yes. They want to see what you're made of."

"What do they want me to do?" 

"Whatever it takes to get it."

I sat back in my chair in disbelief and our waitress came back with our food. I mumbled a thanks to her, unable to offer anything else at the moment. 

I unrolled the cloth napkin and placed it on my lap, setting the silverware on the table next to my plate. 

"Are you alright, Eliza?"

"I don't know," I answered honestly. "I don't really do the interrogation thing. I've never done it before. Have you?"

Isaac shook his head. "It's rare that Klarke ever gets involved. You need to be careful around him."

"Why?"

"Because I have a feeling he's not too far off from your American mate."

I felt a shock go through my system at the word mate, but I knew he wasn't talking about Jared. He didn't know anything about him. "In what way?"

"The Americans kill regardless of morals, correct?"

"They assume that all supernatural creatures are pure evil," I said with a nod. 

"I don't think our Klarke is too far off that mark."

I started pushing the salad around on the plate with my fork. It hadn't taken long for the uneasy feeling to set into the pit of my stomach. 

"When do they want me in there?" 

"This afternoon."

"As in when we get back?" 

Isaac nodded. I couldn't read his expression. 

"Are you alright?" He asked again. 

"I don't think so." 

"Just keep in mind, this guy is one of the ones who isn't so good. I haven't been involved with him personally, but I've seen the records; he's been involved in deaths that appear to be caused by werewolves. He was in the area the bodies were found."

"But if he did it, don't you think he'd want to be as far away as possible?"

"You'd think, but that's not how this pack works."

"Are they even sure he's in with this pack?"

"Our records show that he used to be."

"So in the past. That doesn't mean he still is," I pointed out. 

"True, but that would mean he knows how to find these people, and he's been given numerous warnings."

"Says Klarke." I crossed my arms. 

"Says Klarke." Isaac nodded.

"So you're just reiterating what Klarke has already told you and treating it as truth when you just told me to be careful because your Klarke may be a lot like my Klarke."

Isaac sighed and asked if I was finished eating. I hadn't taken a single bite, but there was no way I would be able to, not after everything he'd just said. He paid the bill and we headed back to headquarters for The Torch. The ride was silent, Isaac new that I wasn't okay with what I was about to walk into and he didn't seem to have any words of encouragement or wisdom, so he wisely kept his mouth shut. 

When we pulled in, there was a group waiting for us at the door. I felt my stomach sink even further and I thought I may be sick. 

"Eliza Jacobson, I'm Klarke," a big man said as I stepped through the door. I looked him over. He was large, his muscles well defined. He had those steely gray eyes just like the Klarke I'd known had, and his accent wasn't as thick as most people I'd met so far. This man didn't seem like a distant relative like the rest of the hunters. He could almost be my Klarke's brother. 

I felt my spine go stiff. If he was a close relative, then would I be found out? What if he communicated with my Klarke? What if he knew Electra was missing and probably wanted? What if he could see through the hair dye and contacts? My mind was whirling at a million miles a second.

"I'm here to give you your first job with us."

The spinning continued, but I forced myself to nod. "Okay, sir."

Klarke smiled a tight smile and then gestured for us to follow him. Isaac went with, staying a couple steps behind me. 

There was another set of stairs that led down. I'd been under the impression that we were as far down as we could go already. Apparently there was another entire level. 

"We keep the cells down here. Isolated from all other activity. Only personnel with authorization can get through this door. Even if a supernatural were to escape from their cell, there would be no way out for them unless someone opened the door for them." Klarke scanned his badge and a green light turned on. 

"So what happens if one of them does get out of the cage while someone else is down here?" I asked.

"They follow procedure."

"And what exactly is procedure?"

"Jaeger?" Klarke said and another shock went down my spine until Isaac started talking. 

"Procedure is to do what you can to detain the creature and call it in. Under no circumstances do you open the door."

"And if you can't detain the creature? The majority of supernaturals are stronger than humans, so what then?"

Isaac didn't meet my eyes, and I was fairly sure I knew 'what then'. You didn't open the door, no matter what. If that meant you being mauled by a werewolf, then that was what happened. 

"The room goes on lockdown until the person calls in again to say that the situation is clear. If we never get the all clear up there, then the door remains locked for three and a half weeks."

Three and a half weeks. So they starve and dehydrate the creature to the point of death, or at least close to it, we weren't entirely sure if supernaturals had the same limits humans did. By that point the operative is long dead, either mauled by the creature or lost to starvation or dehydration. 

"You should know before stepping in here," Klarke started. "You will be held to those same standards. Should this werewolf escape, you are to call it in and the room will go on lockdown. You are to restrain him and get him back in his cell. Then and only then are you allowed to call back the all clear. Do you understand?"

"Are there any weapons for my defense?"

Klarke flipped a switch and lights kicked on, spluttering before a steady hum picked up, casting us in a harsh fluorescent light. He rapped his knuckles on a steel cabinet. 

"In here you'll have everything you need. We keep it locked. Both the lock and cabinet itself is strong enough to withstand a vampire. Here's the key," he held out his hand, giving me the key. "In here you will find one weapon for each supernatural creature we've kept down here, and two for the ones that are kept regularly. We expect that you keep them locked up unless you need them or you predict a problem. You will probably want to take one right away though."

"Why's that?" Did he expect the werewolf to get loose and come after me?

"Because I want you to use any means necessary to get what we need from him." Klarke pointed to a darker corner where I could see a huddled mass. I couldn't make out any features, but it was definitely large. 

"Sir, no offense, but I've never really done the whole torture interrogation before."

"You might not want to let him here that," Isaac leaned over and whispered in my ear. I knew he wasn't referring to letting Klarke hear that, he was talking about the werewolf. Giving away from the beginning that this wasn't my thing, wasn't the best idea. It would only help his resolve. 

"This is your first assignment and if you'd like to continue working with us, you will do it, and do it well." I could hear the unspoken 'or else' at the end. One that made my stomach clench. What would they do if I didn't do this right? They've already told me everything about the organization within these walls. I was fairly certain that was information that no one was supposed to know about, no one except the people who worked there. 

"Isaac, get her set up." With that, Klarke crossed the room, scanned his badge and left the room.

When the door closed with a thud and a click, Isaac turned to me. 

"There's an envelope on the table over there. It has all the information on him and what we want out of him. You have only a couple hours in here today, but otherwise this is where you'll be until you get what we need." He cast a sideways glance at the werewolf sitting in the corner. I wondered if being down there put him on edge as well. 

"Be careful down here. He shouldn't be able to get out...but just be careful." Isaac squeezed my shoulder and then headed to the door. 

"Can you scan me out?"

"Right." I went over and scanned my badge. The light turned green and I heard the lock sliding out of place. Isaac opened the door and spared me one more look before making his way down the short hall and up the stairs. The door shut and the lock slid back. I was now stuck in the room with a werewolf. One that I was going to have to interrogate.

I felt like I was worse off doing this than I'd been back home hunting. At least when I'd hunted the supernatural creatures, I'd killed them relatively quickly. My hand rested on the envelope on the table. I just had to keep reminding myself that he's been in trouble before. He was part of a pack that killed people and jeopardized the line we tried to maintain between humans and supernaturals. 

Taking a slow breath, I picked up the envelope and pulled out the small stack of papers. The werewolf's name was Thomas Bradly. The envelope contained all the information Isaac said I'd need, as well as pictures of Thomas both alone and with a group of people. 

I set the envelope and papers on the table. Thomas hadn't said a single thing since I'd gone down there. He hadn't even moved an inch from his spot in the corner. My hands were shaking slightly and I rubbed them together trying to make them stop. 

"Thomas Bradly." I walked over to the cabinet that had the weapons and I unlocked it. There was a gun and a knife in the spot labeled werewolf and I grabbed them both. I shut and locked the cabinet back up before making my way back over to the table. I sat on the cool metal surface, looking into the cell the man was in. 

"If you'll just cooperate and answer my questions, this will be far easier and less painful."

"I knew you were human that first time I saw you," he said. "It was impossible to miss, it's always impossible to miss. Your human clumsiness, the way you smelled. I was surprised when I found out you were with a..." Thomas trailed off and it felt like I'd been splashed with a bucket of cold water. 

This werewolf knew who I was, he'd seen me before. Not only did he know who I was, but he knew I was with Jared, and he knew what Jared was. 

Fabric scraped against the concrete ground and the man started to turn around. When he was facing me, the light finally hit his face. He was the same person I'd seen Jared talking to in the pub. He was the one that Jared had nodded to when he came to get me that night we'd been fighting and I went out and got drunk. 

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Well, well, well... Look what we have here. What do you think is going to happen?

If you live in London or a surrounding area... Let me know if you see anything that should be changed in the dialogue for the British characters.

Also... I was challenged by The Gallows Movie to pitch an idea for a scary high school urban legend. My idea was one of ten chosen, and thus DON'T SET HIM FREE was born. It's a one part scary short story, so go on over there and check it out! Thanks everyone!!