[h1][img]http://i1383.photobucket.com/albums/ah281/Q-C0ntinuum/BlessedWraith%20Weaver%20-%20Copy_zps7aq7ebmi.jpg[/img] BlessedWrath (Weaver)[/h1]
[h2]Samantha Cole[/h2]
The man in the suit flashed a wry grin which failed to mask his half-sigh of frustration. He took a moment to just look at them, shaking his head. Then he gave his wrist a shake, to reveal his watch again, and observed the time.

"Well," he said, puffing air from between his lips. "I want you two to know that this is the longest a captive has held my attention, but I do have another engagement." 

He finished the sentence with a 'what are you gonna do' shrug, then clicked one of the buttons on the side of the watch. Immediately, Sam and Christian could feel something pop on the backs of their necks. The sensation was oddly similar to stepping on a ketchup packet, followed by a warm, wet sensation. It didn't take long for the sedatives released by the skin patches to work their magic. As he walked away, the man in the suit again regarded his confederates.

"Cut the blind one loose; he wouldn't cooperate even if we started cutting things off him. I think he might be a pathological liar."

"[i]Of[/i] course I want you to track him. If he does have any friends, he'll lead us straight to them. Use the subdermal; I don't want him ditching the transmitter."

"Take the girl to Site B. I'm not finished with her yet."