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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 7, 2016 17:34:49 GMT -5
"A lifeboat?" Reade blinked at him, eyes narrowed. It was more plausible then the rest of what he'd been saying. "What was the name of the ship?"
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 7, 2016 17:44:55 GMT -5
"It was...the Winchester." Castiel invented, using whatever his mind first landed on. "I was a passenger on a visit to the Galápagos Islands, but sadly the storms proved too much for the vessel. We were forced to abandon ship, and I alone survived."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 7, 2016 17:48:19 GMT -5
"When did the Winchester set sail?" Reade questioned. He still thought Cas was lying, but he wasn't as sure as he had been.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 7, 2016 17:51:37 GMT -5
"January 3rd." said Cas, deciding a random date was safest.
"Wrong." said Patterson quietly from Reade's side. "January 3rd is in a no-sail season. He wouldn't have been able to leave the dock."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 7, 2016 17:54:40 GMT -5
Reade didn't look up, but it was obvious he had heard. "So that means you've been here for how long, exactly?"
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 7, 2016 17:58:29 GMT -5
Cas stared at him for a long moment, eyes slightly narrowed. "However long it has been." he said. "I've lost count."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 7, 2016 18:04:42 GMT -5
"Right." Reade knew he'd pinned Cas, if that was even his real name. On the other hand, who'd think up a fake name like "Cas"? "What was the name of your Captain?" He also knew he needed to get him to trip himself up more than once, so he couldn't simply explain it away.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 7, 2016 18:08:33 GMT -5
"Dean." said Cas. "And co-pilot, Sam. Are you finished interrogating me yet?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 7, 2016 18:12:05 GMT -5
"Oh, Dean and Sam." Reade nodded, as though remembering the names. "They're pretty famous, right?"
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 7, 2016 18:16:43 GMT -5
Cas shook his head, a genuinely annoyed look beginning to creep into his face. "No, they're not famous. They are friends of mine, who are probably dead by now. Now I am asking you again, are we done?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 7, 2016 18:18:16 GMT -5
"Well, you tell me." Reade answered, looking directly into Cas's eyes. "Since you're lying."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 7, 2016 18:24:56 GMT -5
Cas stared stubbornly right back at him. "I really couldn't possibly care less about your attempts at learning whatever 'truth' you may think I have. To be perfectly honest, I have exactly twenty things I would rather be doing right now than having this conversation. So I won't be answering any more of your questions."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 7, 2016 18:28:26 GMT -5
Reade raised his eyebrows. "That's right, you won't. I'm afraid you won't be doing much of anything." He stood up, made a face at Patterson, and walked away to report.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 7, 2016 19:17:08 GMT -5
Cas stared after him, still looking irritated.
"What's the deal on the new guy?" asked Zapata. "Is he an Other too?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 7, 2016 19:23:13 GMT -5
"I can't imagine what else he'd be." Reade confirmed in a grim tone. "He lied about where he came from. Sound familiar?" He was referring of course to the other prisoner, who also wasn't who he'd said he was.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 7, 2016 19:24:31 GMT -5
"So what do we do?" asked Zapata.
"I say we give them both a little incentive to tell us what's really going on." Root had arrived in the hatch.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 7, 2016 19:28:05 GMT -5
Reade glanced at the tall woman. "You're Riley's friend, right?" He asked, recognizing her. Then what she'd said sank in. "Wait, what are you suggesting?"
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 7, 2016 19:30:30 GMT -5
Root smiled. "I'm no FBI agent." she admitted with a shrug. "But I'm...pretty sure they're not gonna spill their guts over a long-winded game of truth or dare." She reached into her purse and pulled out a scalpel. "I've got other ideas."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 7, 2016 19:35:28 GMT -5
Reade exchanged a look with Zapata. "Who are you again?" He questioned Root, turning back to her.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 7, 2016 21:13:12 GMT -5
"Sam Groves. CIA." said Root, flipping a badge out of her jacket pocket. "Undercover, officially, but let's just say I'm pretty sure the FBI isn't equipped to handle this."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 7, 2016 21:26:29 GMT -5
Reade stiffened. "CIA, huh?" He repeated after a minute. "Yeah, you look it. Sorry, but you don't get to call the shots here. Mayfair does."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 7, 2016 21:28:27 GMT -5
"And now I do." said Root. "Sorry, but we're not in the US. It's my jurisdiction."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 7, 2016 21:32:59 GMT -5
"Right now, I don't think our place on the map matters." Reade retorted coldly. "And you can't just go in there and torture that man." In truth, there was very little he could do to stop her, on his own at least. Hopefully the others would back him up.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 8, 2016 7:10:49 GMT -5
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I'm not going to torture him yet. There's still a law about that. He's still in FBI custody for the next 24 hours." She smiled, turned, and walked out of the hatch.
"Great." said Patterson. "Just great. You know, just ONE case without the CIA stepping on our toes would've been nice."
Grace was walking across the beach, looking for Finch, when a sudden dizziness gripped her. She swayed, confused, trying to find something to grab on to,m ht before she knew it her head hit the sand and her spinning vision slowly blurred to blackness. She vaguely heard Neal running up to her, yelling for help, just before she blacked out.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 8, 2016 7:32:00 GMT -5
Shaw turned quickly, hearing Neal shouting. She saw Grace collapse and moved as quickly as she could towards her.
Finch was a little ways into the jungle, picking fruit, so he didn't hear the commotion on the beech.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 8, 2016 8:10:42 GMT -5
"She was walking and she just fell like that." said Neal. "I think she fainted...she's breathing, though."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 8, 2016 8:37:46 GMT -5
Shaw kneeled painfully in the sand and checked Grace's pulse. "We need to get her inside." She ordered. "Go get John. And tell Harold, if you see him." She turned back to the young woman, checking her breathing, pulse and temperature.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 8, 2016 9:25:51 GMT -5
He nodded and ran off, rounding up Jack, John and Harold. Root had appeared as well, having informed them all of her fake identity so they wouldn't blow her cover.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 8, 2016 9:30:15 GMT -5
After Grace had been moved and was lying unconscious on a bed, Shaw limped back to the anxious group. "It doesn't look too good." She told them.
"What's wrong with her?" Finch questioned, glancing at his fiancee over Shaw's shoulder. "She was fine just this morning."
"The damage from the blow's deeper than we thought." Shaw tried to explain. "There's brain damage, and it's pretty bad."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 8, 2016 9:37:18 GMT -5
Reese blinked slowly. "What do you mean?"
"I think what she's trying to say is I'm dying." said Grace quietly from the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
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