Dirk's mouth flapped. "You--you! What did you do?"
She laughed. "Don't act so surprised, my boy, or I might take offense--"
There was a soft knock at the door. Apparently the guards had learned their lesson, and waited until the woman said, "Enter."
A guard, eyeing him sidelong, strode across the room and whispered something in her ear. She seemed concerned at first, and then smiled widely. She nodded to the guard. "Thank you, Joe. Tell them to wait upon my order."
The guard nodded and left the room.
"Well, Dirk. It appears we have company."
Dirk went cold. Mark? No! But he said nothing.
She frowned, sadly. "And it appears he is not as cooperative as you have been."
Yeah, that sounded exactly like Mark. Better to be safe than sorry, though:
"You're bluffing."
"I only wish," she replied, holding out her hand, palm up. Inside it lay something small and dark, and Dirk stepped closer until he realized what it was: the end of one of Mark's cigars. He could smell the distinctive blend from here.
Dirk huffed. His heart rate picked up, though he tried not to let his naked worry show. "Okay. You've got Mark." His sigh trembled.
"Oh, don't worry!" her voice was high-pitched and sweet. "I have no ill will toward your friend, just as I have no ill will toward you. But if he insists on being uncooperative..." She trailed off, ominously. Warning. A thinly veiled threat.
"Let me talk to him," Dirk begged.
"I'm afraid I can't do that."
"Why not?"
She was losing patience. "I have to protect my interests."
There. He caught something in her eye, just for a moment. A flash of--well, more of a crack--briefly, where he saw something show through: something dangerous.
Dirk clenched his fists, looking down, and reassessed his situation. She could potentially be trusted, but not entirely. And although he couldn't imagine her ever losing her cool, he had a strong suspicion he wouldn't like to see her angry, just the same.
So, don't get her angry. Cooperate.
"Okay. I, ah--okay. Let's make a deal."
She seemed more than pleased with the idea. Somehow, Dirk felt as if he was playing into her hands. Still, he wasn't sure there even was another playbook. "Go on," she said.
"I hear you out," Dirk began. "I...go with you, quietly, listen to you, I-I...cooperate. And you let Mark go."
Her smile widened. Now she looked more like a shark than a preschool teacher.
"Deal."
She laughed. "Don't act so surprised, my boy, or I might take offense--"
There was a soft knock at the door. Apparently the guards had learned their lesson, and waited until the woman said, "Enter."
A guard, eyeing him sidelong, strode across the room and whispered something in her ear. She seemed concerned at first, and then smiled widely. She nodded to the guard. "Thank you, Joe. Tell them to wait upon my order."
The guard nodded and left the room.
"Well, Dirk. It appears we have company."
Dirk went cold. Mark? No! But he said nothing.
She frowned, sadly. "And it appears he is not as cooperative as you have been."
Yeah, that sounded exactly like Mark. Better to be safe than sorry, though:
"You're bluffing."
"I only wish," she replied, holding out her hand, palm up. Inside it lay something small and dark, and Dirk stepped closer until he realized what it was: the end of one of Mark's cigars. He could smell the distinctive blend from here.
Dirk huffed. His heart rate picked up, though he tried not to let his naked worry show. "Okay. You've got Mark." His sigh trembled.
"Oh, don't worry!" her voice was high-pitched and sweet. "I have no ill will toward your friend, just as I have no ill will toward you. But if he insists on being uncooperative..." She trailed off, ominously. Warning. A thinly veiled threat.
"Let me talk to him," Dirk begged.
"I'm afraid I can't do that."
"Why not?"
She was losing patience. "I have to protect my interests."
There. He caught something in her eye, just for a moment. A flash of--well, more of a crack--briefly, where he saw something show through: something dangerous.
Dirk clenched his fists, looking down, and reassessed his situation. She could potentially be trusted, but not entirely. And although he couldn't imagine her ever losing her cool, he had a strong suspicion he wouldn't like to see her angry, just the same.
So, don't get her angry. Cooperate.
"Okay. I, ah--okay. Let's make a deal."
She seemed more than pleased with the idea. Somehow, Dirk felt as if he was playing into her hands. Still, he wasn't sure there even was another playbook. "Go on," she said.
"I hear you out," Dirk began. "I...go with you, quietly, listen to you, I-I...cooperate. And you let Mark go."
Her smile widened. Now she looked more like a shark than a preschool teacher.
"Deal."