What Do You Say?

[Note: follows directly from this.]

Ash started without Eve, who slipped inside and took up position in the corner. The latest subject hadn't been on the persons of interest watchlist; he'd come in to demand his father back. All bluster and swagger and no backup. Alan'd confirmed that hours ago. Meantime, the subject cooled off in one of their conference rooms, rather than an interrogation room proper. It befitted his pretensions at being a respectable businessman, and he didn't need to know that they considered him more of a loose cannon than his predecessor. Ash shoved a hand through short red hair, not incidentally exposing the tips of pointed ears.

The blond man's eyes widened. "You're -"

She smirked across the table at him. "I am." Folding her arms, she leaned back. "What gives you the idea you can waltz in here and make demands?"

"Do you have any idea who I am?" He leaned forward, trying to get into her space, beefy forearms pressed into the particleboard. The boss hadn't said to give him one of the good conference rooms.

It was a good thing they were used to the hard plastic chairs. Ash didn't shift a muscle on hers, suppressing even the eyeroll that was her natural inclination. Eve stepped forward to lay the subject's dossier on the table. Redacted, but sufficient for their purposes. "We know all about you."

"We know you cheated on your wife. We know about the children. We know about the bar fights, the murders, the animal abuse, would you like me to go on?"

The man stood, trying for intimidation by sheer bulk. "I was within my rights! They were prepared to harm -"

Neither woman flinched, though Eve tensed, ready to move if the idiot reached out.

"Sit. Down." Ash lost all her cool amusement, letting her hands fall into her lap. The man sat, slowly, eyes narrowing in reassessment. Too little, too late. "Your father didn't give us anything, but you could still help his case if you gave us a name." No, he couldn't; if Eve was in here then the interrogation downstairs was a lost cause. The son didn't catch the lie. His father would have, were he still alive to catch anybody's lies.

"We're not asking for much, here." Eve came around to the side table and poured them all water into clear plastic cups. "Just one piece of information." Her turn to smile, all teeth and false cheer.

One meaty hand knocked the cup onto the floor. "I will give you nothing until I see my father."

Ash shrugged, unbuttoning the cuff on her left sleeve. "That can be arranged." She reached across the table, as if to beckon or lead the subject out.

"Good. I demand to see him in -"

The ouroboros tattooed around the elf's wrist stopped devouring its tail, shifted under her skin and became three-dimensional as it sank its fangs into the blond's hand.

The sisters-in-law watched the poison take full effect. Eve muttered something under her breath in Russian; the older woman's reply sounded amused. Gross motor function ceased in a matter of minutes, though death would take some hours yet.

"Lunch?"

"Love to."

To: Sam Connor <sconnor@[redacted]>

CC: Peter Torkarov <ptorkar@[redacted]>, Thomas Marlowe <tmarlow@[redacted]>, Daifyn Ifans <difans@[redacted]>, Alan Donnelly <adonnel@[redacted]>

Date: 3/28/2013

Re: Threat eliminated

Subject's attempt at rescue/revenge forestalled. Subject did not indicate any knowledge of his father's dealings, and current data reveals connection to be unlikely, though entire family's preference for Nordic-based aliases is noted and filed for future reference. Recommend precautionary measures be taken in the event either subject's known associates attempt similar action. Time of death: 23:55 Thurs March 28.

AD, EM