thiswallinside | 26th arrest; wake in sweat you've come to steal my life away

accidental video | backdated to about midnight last night
Hey, look it's the obstacle course.

Oh, wait. Is there supposed to be red paint scraped from the tire walk toward the entrance?

Strewn along that path are a few items. A gun, a shoe, a bag -- look at all those files spilled out of it. Also the NYPD badge that doesn't hold any weight in the City but makes its owner feel a little safer, somehow.

Guess it didn't really work this time. That paint is definitely of the blood variety.

text | about 10 hours after the video broadcast
This message has been automatically released because Kate Beckett has not made check-in with her device in 12 hours... Regardless of whether I've left the City or been otherwise compromised, there remain a few things to be sorted. Justin, you should check my desk, third drawer. There are directives for how to move forward in the department in my absence. Castle, you'll want the safe in the kitchen cupboard. If you hadn't already found it; I'm sure you're able to guess the combonation. It will give you full access to my device, computer and files.

[ooc: Evidence to be found; crime scene can obviously be said to be Beckett's abduction, given items left behind and the note. Her directives to Justin leave him in administrative charge, and it's up to him how long to wait to seek out new chiefship. Feel free to poke through Beckett's private entries upon collection of her device, etc. PM me for questions!]

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Given that she's a cop from New York, the fact that Kate has a hard time processing this might speak to its levity. Or maybe she's just tired and worn down. In any case, she sits down on her cot, hard, burying her face in her hands.

"Can I ask you how old you are?" She's got to focus on the case. Pretend the bars separating them are reversed; she's on the right side and the guy who wants to kill her for her brain is on the wrong side.

The look on his face is almost one of sympathy. He understands. He doesn't necessarily like hurting her.

"Over 500. I lost a few years a while ago when I was insane. I'm not sure how many. In fact I could be losing years right now as we speak."

She nods, hoping that some of the fiction she's read rings true. "So that means you're pretty strong, then."

Kate bites her lip, finally sitting up and running her hands through her hair. She's agitated, anxious, and trying to figure out if there's something she can actually do.

"...Why me?"

"Incredibly so," he responds glibly.

He sighs and looks at her, watching her carefully for a moment.

"Because you're brilliant, intuitive, stubborn and courageous."

She's stunned silent for a moment; what had she been expecting? Something about some rare hormone, maybe. Or the fact that she's all work and no play?

"So you're convinced your little project is going to work, then." Kate's not sure she can catch her breath. It's starting to hit home.

"My little project did work. In Morganville I had a computer named Ada. Ada had been my assistant for over a century. Morganville has fully functional interdimensional portals, shields at the city limits and memory inhibitors for those who were allowed to leave. Ada was brilliant."

He smirks over at Beckett. "So my little project, as you put it, will work and it will revolutionize the City. Perhaps soon you'll be responsible for helping send people home."

The knowledge registers, and it shows on her face before Kate can hide the mild surprise. Maybe he's telling the truth, but regardless he really believes this is going to work.

"You really think the deities are going to allow that?"

"I don't think they're going to notice and by the time they do, it will be too late."

He notices the surprise. He expects it even.

Right, great. He actually has a point, now.

"You can't just-- take people and go through them like toys, or merchandise. You can't play with lives like this."

"Can't I?" He's chuckling a bit at her. "Tell me Chief Beckett, do you support scientific experimentation on animals when the results and work will lead to advances that will benefit the entire world?"

She shuts right up, aware that he has a point and yet still very sure that he is still wrong.

"That's-- different."

Great, yeah. Really won that one, way to make Team Human look worthy. Plus side, maybe he'll deem her stupid and let her go.

"Somehow I think from your side of the bars, it's the same regardless of your species."

Not so much really. Good try though.

"At least lab rats get mazes to occupy their time."

She won't even try; he won't let her win this one, and she refuses to keep banging her head against the wall, here. "And don't talk back or feel complex emotions."

Okay, so maybe she will keep trying.

Myrnin moves over to a stack of books, gets several and slides them through the bars in the cell. "If I give you a candle will you attempt to burn the place down?"

After a glance (yes, she's really thinking about it) around her cell, Kate shrugs. "Wouldn't burn."

"Very well."

He passes a fat candle through the bars. "Better now you've got your maze?"

She takes it gingerly, and there's this moment where she considers what kind of damage it would do to him. Could she get it back in his face fast enough to give her some kind of opportunity to get out?

Or would it just piss him off and bring her death more quickly?

[More than likely it'd piss him off. If she were already out then it might buy her a minuscule amount of time. Hot wax is an irritation but not much more.]

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