When I went through security at the door, I was told to meet Klarke in the surveillance room. More instructions for the day's interrogation most likely.

Little boxes, all containing different pictures and sceneries, lined the walls. Some were in rooms, some showed people passing by outside. Klarke stood in front of a wall of monitors that appeared to all be of inside the building. 

"Eliza. Good to see you early."

I walked up next to Klarke and could guess which monitor he was looking at. Thomas sat in the same chair he'd been left in the day before. The only difference was where it was placed. It had been moved to the stationary side. His head bowed down, and I knew he was drugged up. 

"Good to be in, sir. You wanted me to meet you here?"

"Yes. I'm impatient."

"Sir?"

"I want answers today. Do what you need to, but he will give them today."

"Why is it important that it's today?"

"Because I've said so. And you will do good to do what I say. Is that clear?"

"Yes."

I turned to leave and Klarke stopped me.

"Put this in. That way I can be in the room with you."

He tossed me a device that looked like a Bluetooth. I put it in my ear and turned it on. I knew he didn't mean he'd actually be in there with me. It meant he would be listening in and he'd tell me what he wanted. 

"Today, Jacobson. You got that?"

It sounded like a  warning. I nodded my head once and went to the door. 

"Jaeger's already down there," he said turning back to the screens. "He'll be with you."

I left the room and made my way down the hall. My hands shook slightly, the jitters working through. Jared found his way in my head and I had to close my eyes tightly. I needed to make sure he was safe. I couldn't let Thomas give away that I was in a relationship with a werewolf. Not after I met Klarke. 

I didn't trust Klarke, not in the least little bit. His ruthlessness was all too close to that of the Klarke I new. That twinkle in his eye, the bloodlust. It was present in him. I had no idea what he would do if he found out about Jared, so I had to make sure he never found out. 

That left me with one option. Make sure Thomas couldn't speak a word about us. 

There were many ways I could make that happen, but there was only one way Klarke was looking for. I scanned my badge and opened the door. Isaac turned my way, and was about to speak when I swept my hair back, revealing the ear piece. Apparently he got the memo and stayed quiet. 

"Good to see you this morning, Jaeger," I said as I made my way to the weapons safely locked away in the cabinet. 

"You too, Jacobson. What's on the agenda today?"

I pulled out the gun, turning it over in my hands. A determination had set in when I walked through that door. The calm had taken over and the storm was about to arrive. 

I pulled the dagger down, the tip of my finger touching the point as I walked over to Thomas who still had his head down. 

I plunged the dagger deep into the fleshy part of his leg, and he let out a loud cry of pain. 

"He's going to sing like a bird," I said through gritted teeth.

Isaac was quiet, and I didn't turn to look at him. All my attention was on Thomas now. I was more than the huntress I'd been trained to be. I wasn't Electra Jaeger, hunter of the supernatural. I was Eliza Jacobson. The girl who knew how to hunt, how to interrogate, how to get what she wanted. That was this huntress' name. She wasn't the quiet girl I once thought she was. She had all the skill of a born hunter, with the ruthlessness of a jungle cat. And she was sharpening her claws. 

"We want answers. We don't want him dismembered. He is of use to us." The reminder was from Klarke in my ear. He wanted me to pull back until we got what we needed. 

I looked down to the dagger sticking from Thomas' thigh. The blood was starting to seep from the sides. I knew when I took the dagger out there would be a heavy flow. Thomas looked up at me, spitting with rage, and a glossed-over, drugged sheen to his eyes. I knew where he was thinking I could go. It probably wouldn't do any good to tell him that's where I was already headed. 

"Grab a towel," I said to Isaac without turning around. 

A door opened and a couple seconds later, he pressed a towel into my hand. I tore a thin section off and tied it tightly around his leg above the dagger. The whole time, Thomas pulled at the restraints, claws already out and ready to attack. 

When the strip was tightly secured, I grabbed the hilt of the dagger and pulled up sharply, twisting it just slightly out of spite.

Thomas clenched his teeth tight, and a strangled scream of pain pushed through. 

Oops, I mouthed. 

I then wrapped the remainder around the wound, securing it tightly to stop the bleeding. He wouldn't be much good if he passed out from blood loss. 

"Now that we've gotten the day started. How about you tell me what we want to know." I crossed my arms and stared down at him. I could see the anger bubbling beneath the surface. Thomas was shaking with rage. Rage wasn't exactly the best, sometimes it was the motivation they needed to keep their mouths shut. 

I wiped the dagger off on my pants and crouched down so we were on the same level. I pressed the edge of the blade to the side of Thomas' neck and looked him square in the eyes. He let out a hiss as the contact from the blade burned his skin.

"Listen. We're going to get the information we want one way or another. You can either provide it to us, and we'll let you go. Maybe even help keep you out of trouble with these people. Or..." I pressed the dagger firmer to his neck to make my point. The blade cut through and a thin line of blood came to the surface. It wasn't enough to drip down, but I knew he could feel it. 

A hand on my shoulder caused my head to whip around. Isaac stood over me, his eyes wide. 

"Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Do you think that's wise?" I asked, referring to the ear piece I was wearing. 

He pulled me up and led me to the other side of the room. There was a crackle in the piece, followed by a quiet, high pitched hum. It sounded like the silence of a radio station. I knew that somehow the area we were standing in had broken the connection for the ear piece. Klarke wouldn't be able to hear what was going on. He would still be looking at the camera though, so I pretended not to notice the change. 

"What is going on?" Isaac whispered.

I looked back toward Thomas, unsure if the drugs he was on stunted his hearing. 

"I'm doing my job, Jaeger. Is something wrong?"

He looked incredulous. 

"Just yesterday you... Never mind. Are you sure you're okay?"

"I have a reason and a cause to do what I'm doing. Do you see a problem in doing what was assigned? If so, there's someone out there you may want to talk to."

It was harsh. I knew it was harsh. I just said he can suck it up or I'd feed him to the wolves. But I didn't particularly want him in the room with me. There were things I wasn't ready to divulge. I had my secrets just like any person did. I didn't want the wrong person getting a hold of those secrets. Isaac was family, distant, but still family. That didn't mean I trusted him not to go blabbing to anyone. All it took was a wrong word in the right situation to give everything away. I'd firmed my stance, now he needed to as well. 

Isaac's hand slipped off my shoulder and to his side. He was seeing the me with no reservations, no problems with torture. He was seeing the me who was left with no choice, the one who was desperate to preserve what I had. The one who had been led astray, and lost too much, and was determined not to lose any more. 

"Now, I'm going to go back over there, and I'm going to do my job. You can help me, or you can stand out of my way."

I turned around and headed back, taking the gun out, holding it in one hand with the dagger in the other. 

"Now Thomas, have you made your decision on whether or not you'll help me?"

"Go to hell."

I let out a breathy chuckle and crossed my arms. The blood had already seeped through to the top layer of the cloth, though it appeared to be slowed. His skin was pale with a thin sheen of sweat. 

"Maybe I should fill your lungs with blood."

"You wouldn't get what you need that way."

"Oh don't be so sure. There are ways to get it from you after you're dead. We just prefer extraction happen with a living thing than having to go into the brain of a corpse." 

I was lying. Well, as far as I knew I was. The Torch didn't have any such technology as far as I knew. 

"Bollocks. If you had something like that you'd use it."

"Would we really go public with something like that? We want to keep silent, not start a panic on what the government uses to get information from terrorists and trouble makers."

Thomas' face was set in stone. He didn't believe me, but I could also see that seed of doubt in his eyes. The small voice asking him what if I'm telling the truth. 

I put the dagger to his throat. "So what's it going to be, pal?"

"Jacobson?" It was a warning. 

If I killed him then we wouldn't get the information Klarke wanted. But the only way to get through would be to put his life on the line. It didn't matter what he said. He didn't want to die. I'd offered him the option of help. Not that I knew if The Torch would pay up on that. I wasn't really in the position to give him something like that. Even if I were, he knew about Jared and me. 

"You have until the count of three," I said quietly. 

The blade pressed firmly to the center of his throat. 

"One." 

Thomas' eyes were set in determination, but I could see his mind working. He was thinking. He was weighing his options. 

"Two." 

I pressed the blade firmer, and Klarke's voice came through the ear piece again. He was cursing me out. I was about to lose him their only source of information. Unless I didn't follow through. I had to follow through on my threats though. If I didn't then he wouldn't take me seriously later. This was either going to end with him dead, or giving us what we wanted. 

"Thr-"

"Fine!" Thomas shouted. "Okay! I'll tell you!" 

I relaxed, the tension easing from within. I hadn't realized how tightly I'd been wound until the moment he conceded. 

"You'll tell us where they are?"

"Show us," Klarke corrected. 

"You'll show us where they are?"

Thomas' eyes widened. "You never said I would have to go there!"

"Well I'm telling you now. You will show us where they are, and then we will talk measures afterward."

There was a silence in the room that held a weight of its own. Isaac still hadn't said a word other than our discussion in the blackout zone. I raised the dagger again when Thomas didn't say anything. 

"Yes, yes. I'll show you. I'll take you to where they are." 

"Good."

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Sorry for the long break, but here's the new chapter. Hopefully you like it. And I hope to not take as long for the next chapter. Thank you all for sticking it out. I hope to see you around for the next chapter! :)