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He wouldn’t talk, and it was becoming increasingly frustrating to deal with the man. At least that’s what Anya could make out from behind the door. She kept hearing her superior in the next room continue to press Dr. Scott for answers; hell for anything of use, but he failed to talk. Dr. Scott was punched a few times, slapped, threatened, and he still wouldn’t say a word. Anya heard her name being called and she immediately walked through the double doors into the scientist’s dining room where he was tied up to a chair.

[i]“He’s not talking, you know what to do."[/I] The heavy Russian accent made Dr. Scott look up at them, his face filled with concern. Blood that had poured from his nose and mouth caked on his face. His hair was disheveled and his white button-up shirt was a mess. Just about anyone else would have felt sorry for the man, but not Anya. She simply nodded at her superior as he turned around to leave the room.

“My apologies, Dr. Scott. You know what happens next.”
 
A solemn face stared back at her. Dr. Scott didn’t respond, and in a weird way Anya admired him for it. Just then, the scientist’s phone went off. They both looked at the device before Anya walked over to the table. “Princess” was popping up on the screen along with a picture of a young woman, and Anya guessed it to be Dr. Scott’s daughter. She certainly looked like him.

“Damn spammers,” she whispered loud enough for Dr. Scott to hear her. He still remained silent, and it was then Anya walked around and positioned herself behind him. He attempted to look back to try to keep his eyes on her, however, Anya didn’t hesitate to grip his head and without an ounce of emotion she proceeded to break his neck, the loud crunch reassuring her he was dead. Anya then wasted no time in cleaning up, including disposing of Dr. Scott’s body. The FSS had certain protocol to follow when cleaning up, and Anya always followed such guidelines to a tee. 

After everything had been taken care of, Anya made her way over to Botanical Garden. She’d wait for Marcus there and deliver the news which may possibly make his day a little worse, but she also had an offer for him as well.

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[I]Shit.[/I] “Please hurry.” Michele hung up the phone, her eyes on the man approaching her as she took a few steps back. She considered taking him on, but it would be a losing battle even if she did outnumber him. His victims were already dead, and she could very well join them if she fought the man. Nonetheless, she could confront him about his actions.

“Why didn’t you—” 

Michele was suddenly cut off by some form of chaos behind her. She quickly turned around, seeing a giant woman amongst the buildings. Michele could only stare with a shocked expression on her face. That certainly was a first for her.