Wednesday, March 12, 2014

{Ashes to Mathias} Satora takes Mat

Satora Razza  March 12, 2014 ~I feel my phone vibrate and I read the code from Aine that Mathias has taken the bait. Leaving my desk, I notify three of my guards that they will be needed to make the delivery of the package we had already discussed. I make my way into her apartment, the trunk for Mat secured in her closet. I lean against the wall, behind the curtains as I wait for them to arrive. I am concealed from their line of sight but fully able to monitor the room.~ — with Aine Declain and Mathias Rowan.   




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Satora Razza ~Hearing the elevator, I immediately become alert, prepared for anything the Agent could send my way. I watch as they enter the apartment and notice he his distracted as planned. Smirking at the asinine banter between them, I make my way silently to the Breed, the only sign he knew something had changed was a brief tensing of his muscles that was too late for him to react. I ease the contents of the needle into his neck then watch him fall to the ground. He would be out cold until he arrived at his designation and could be controlled.~

Mathias Rowan *Feeling the needle, he struggled to fight the blackness, everything Breed in him coming alive yet subdued. He couldn't control the dark or his reactions and he blinked wildly, cursing himself for letting his guard down. He desperately looked at Aine, seeing her wide eyes and stunned reaction. He desperately hoped they were after him and not her. A vision of her scared, nervous, and wringing her hands was the last image he had before succumbing to the effects of the tranquilizer.*

Satora Razza ~I look up at Aine, her eyes wide with nerves and my own eyes narrow as I notice a scent surrounding her I have never picked up before. Storing the information to be examined later, I quietly bring out the trunk and place his body inside, not caring how he is placed. He will think twice before stepping into our territory again.~



Aine Declain *Biting my lip and wringing my hands as I watch Mathias struggle and hit the floor* MATHIAS! *Kneeling beside him to make sure he's still breathing. Standing up as Satora brings out the trunk.* Is he going to be ok? Wait! You aren't going to put him in that trunk, are you? Can't you just carry him out of here or something? *Raising my hand to my head as I start to pace back and forth. Turning back to Satora, I take a deep breath and catch the scent of tuberose ~Oh SHIT!~ Concentrating to mask my scent, I pull out my phone and start to dial Meison*

Satora Razza ~Right on time, my men arrive. I gesture to the trunk and they move it out of the apartment. They have instructions to lock it and load it in the van without delay. Glancing at Aine once more, I nod leaving her apartment without a word spoken. She was safe. My promise to Meison fulfilled.~

Satora Razza ~I follow the trunk and watch as my orders are carried out. Once everything is secure, I tell my guards to return to their stations and I get into the van, driving out of DC.~

Satora Razza ~My arrival at the dungeon house brings a smile to my face and I wonder if he will break. No matter, it will be fun to try. I easily grab the trunk and tote it inside, past the empty first floor and down the stairs to the basement. Perfect. Cement floors and walls reinforced with ultraviolet lasers. Setting him down with a thud, I open the lid sorry to see he that he has not woken up.~

Satora Razza ~Taking the rope I had left there, I bind his hands then his feet before proceeding to dump him on the cold floor. He begins to stir and fights me as I continue to bind him. I can tell he is still feeling the effects of the drug but I pull a remote out of my pocket and show it to him. With a click of a button, the walls are lined with ultraviolet rays. I see in his eyes he realizes he cannot get out of the room until they are turned off. I whisper although I know he can hear.~ There are more upstairs. You will fry if you attempt to leave this room. Now be a good little agent and behave until I return. ~Laughing, I look down at him swinging a fist at his head that is guaranteed to make him sleep for a few more hours.~ Let the fun begin...


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