The Snake Pit (Tib)

It was a similar time a few floors above. Tiberius was in his office though markedly more relaxed. He was going over paperwork when he came across the papers for how to fully deal with the assassin called Quinn. He picked up his pen and toyed with it, he rolled it this way and that between his fingers watching the tip.

Tiberius heard someone coming not that this news was shocking. He already knew she would be, he already found out she was on her base and that she knew. It wasn't a big surprise though someone would get punished for letting it slip. As the figure came in Tiberius pointed to a chair without looking. "Sit. You can make your defense of her."

Tiberius licked his fangs and then looked up at Miseria. Her first offense was not taking a seat when directly told to and it just got worse from there. He didn't interrupt though no he never interrupts. He sat there for a good minute after she finished talking and tapped his claws on his desk. "Miseria. I said to take a seat." Ill thought out she'd be punished for such a phrasing. There wasn't a way out of it.

He rose and stepped around the desk walking slowly over and pushing the door all the way closed. Then he turned the handle sealing the bulkhead door shut. Just the two of them inside. "My reasoning... ah you mean the fact that she's a worthless killer who costs more in bribes than she makes in contracts, perhaps. OR maybe it's the fact that she kills anyone she meets on a job. Or maybe it's because she is a failure of a test that we're going to start over on. She isn't getting released because you failed to make her a suitable agent." As he'd spoken he made his way back behind the desk, his voice wasn't one of anger he was simply stating the facts.

Tiberius listened to her, his chitinous face hiding his emotions completely. It did give him quite a bit of information, knowing what he knew about her. She would know such an outburst would get someone killed by him. That's when it was time to use his eon's of learning to full advantage. "I see... So since I'm the one that failed her I should take responsibility right. Yeah that sounds like a good idea. We're going to put her on life support, fully strapped down with round the clock guards to ensure no one bothers her. That way she can't die for MY mistake." He said the last sentence as though it were venom and just glared at Miseria.

Tiberius figured that she'd adopted her mothers ability to come back from the dead in random locations. An interesting talent for an assassin, he'd admit fully but not the best for punishing someone, the best you can do in that case is take loved ones away or torture them on life support.

The idea of Quinn possessing a similar ability to Miseria to cheat death was not one that Miseria had dismissed, and it seems neither had Tiberius. Death would be an escape, sustained torment – not so much. It was often quite difficult to gage the humour of Tiberius, especially in such a situation. More calm, Miseria would respond in her usual softer tone – whether Tiberius’s suggestion was a joke or not, following through was something Tiberius was certainly capable of. “If you allow, instead… let her come with me…”.

“She’s not the Assassin you expect her to be, and keeping her in that cell isn’t going to change that. So I propose that she comes with me, for a while; away from the Guild, away from the HIVE… let her training resume with me, Tiberius”. Of course any trust must now be shaken following the outburst. But Miseria was honest in her intentions here; not as though she is unaware of how an attempt to flee the Guild would end. “No-one knows how best to utilize her powers better than me. Give me, us… a few months, and you’ll get back the Assassin you wanted all along”.

Tiberius simply nodded and said. "Very well, train her, but you're doing this with the understanding that I do know where you will be, what you are doing, and who you are meeting. You can not escape us. Do not repeat your former lovers mistake." Tiberius stood and walked out going to the cell. It was lowered to him and he opened the cell with a few buttons. "Quinn, there is someone here who would like to talk to you." He then stepped out of the way.

A displeasing grin spread its way across the face of Miseria as she heard the tail end of Tib’s comment. She knew full well that when it comes to the Guild, escape was not an option – finding out the hard way. But to her credit, Miseria remained loyal to the cause whilst some others may have turned away. Trust was certainly an issue here it seems, perhaps those comments made earlier landed Miseria on Tiberius’ ‘bad side’. Being monitored wasn’t a problem, she had no problem with Tiberius being updated on progress, regularly. It was in a way, kind of nice. For so long now Miseria had been a ghost, to Quinn and most of the Guild. Being monitored at least meant that Tiberius and the Guild cared.  But when it comes to being monitored by scouts, by other assassins, then it’s a concern. As though Tiberius expects her to do something wrong, expects her to try and flee the Guild. Ideally Miseria had hoped she would be able to take Quinn away from a place where the Guild holds a strong influence, to a place where her focus can be on only her training, and nothing else. A deep sigh, as Tiberius had walked off Miseria would sigh, mumbling before following after him. “…why don’t you just tag me…”.

When Tiberius stepped aside, Miseria was stood mere yards away from Quinn after having had to keep out of sight from her for years. Miseria stepped into the room right away where Quinn was, crouching down just in front of her. To Quinn, Miseria and Tiberius alike were simply just blurred out shapes, mumbling noises. Miseria would help Quinn sit back straight against the wall, so that she wasn't slumped over. Looking straight at Quinn, Miseria would try to get her attention somehow. “Quinn? Quinn? Can you hear me?”. No response however, it was just muffled for Quinn who had been kept in perhaps not the kindest of conditions. Yet Quinn was alive, and she would recover from this. That was the joy for Miseria at the moment, knowing Quinn was alright and being able to simply see her. “We might have to put off leaving for a while”. Quinn would surely need food, drink, sleep and so forth to be back to her usual self. Whilst Miseria was smiling inside, only a faint smile appeared upon her face. She stood up from where she had crouched down, turning back towards Tiberius. “Tiberius… I want to leave here with an understanding from you, just as you have from me. When I return with Quinn, I no longer have to be a Ghost – to Quinn or anyone else. I’m done sat on the side-lines, Tib”.

Tiberius was already on his way back to his office and raised a hand waving it in the air. "Once you accomplish this mission I'll have a stack of jobs for you my dear~" He was overly pleased with the outcome. Leaking the info about Quinn to her had been a good plan, everyone had danced their number and given him the best outcome from this. Quinn would receive the needed medical attention before they were allowed to leave.

[End I believe.]