2009-11-04: Provocation

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Date: November 4th, 2009

Summary:

Bert pays one of the newest prisoners — Tracy — a visit. Purpose: taunting. Nicholas has to step in!


"Provocation"

Building 26

Washington, D.C.

It's been a few hours since the door of Tracy's new … habitat … has been opened last. Like all measures of time here, that's just a guess. The swelteringly hot room is the isolation room turned into the ice queen's own personal hell. Under the myriad heat lamps, she sits in her generic chair in her generic pyjamas in the middle of the chamber and hangs her head, sweating and staring at the floor because there's nothing else she can do. After all, her wrists are shackled to the metal bar and chained to the floor.

Good times.

Good times indeed.

When the door opens again, a beaming Bert is admitted. With a look on her face that suggests she's a cat who ate a rather fat canary, she strides around to look at Tracy. Taking her time, she walks around to the front of the shackled woman. "Hello there. Nice to see you again. Who'd you attack this time?" She's just the person Tracy wants to see, right?

Just like the last time the door opened, Tracy turns — as much as she can, which isn't much at all — to see who it is with a spark of expectancy. Hope turns on dime. Hate replaces it instantly. A heated (ha ha) glare follows Bert all the way around. "I bet this is just fabulous to you, isn't it," she forces out contemptuously in lieu of answering the question. Her voice stays low, unamused. "What're you even doing here?"

"Now that's no way to be. I'm sure you're lonely in here. Don't you want company?" Bert says, her cheshire cat grin still on her face. "I had a lovely time with Ivory last night. I told him what you did to me.. before we spent all night having wild animal sex." Arms folded, she stands at her full height, looking down at the ice queen. "Now that you've attacked myself, and I'm guessing a few others based on your current accommodations.. I have the Senator all. to. my. self."

Hate. Just. Hate. If she could turn Bert to ice here and now with just her eyes, she just might, by the look of her glare. It would be worse if Tracy believed a word Bert was saying. "Right," she scoffs under her breath. "Does Ivory know you're here?" A suspicious gaze narrows on the other woman. "Get out."

"Oh I don't think you're in any position to tell me what to do," Bert says as she bends forwards, putting her hands upon her knees. As she adjusts to a more eye to eye level with Tracy, there could be a glimpse or two of some evidence of the previous night. Why yes, this might be on purpose to needle Tracy further. "I'm afraid you're out of his good graces because you're a bad girl. I guess when I'm done 'visiting' you, I'll have a look see at your file, see who you attacked. What got you in this cage."

She sees the evidence, and Bert gets an unimpressed once-over … but there's such a blockade in her mind when it comes to Ivory that she just rolls her eyes. "You don't know the first thing about what he thinks about me," Tracy says in Bert's face, scornful and hushed. "Look at my file all you want."

"Oooh.. someone's getting testy." Bert inches closer. "I do know.. that I was the one that kept him quite happy last night. Over.. and over.. and over again. Insatiable, he is, and all. mine. You're not going to interfere with us ever again. You're going to stay here forever." Bert should be appalled at this, but she too is blinded where Ivory is concerned. She's crushed before, but /never/ obsessed to the point of being downright nasty and vindictive like this. As she leans in a bit further, she *pokes* an index finger at Tracy's forehead.

Bert is officially going on a list. Tracy leans her head back and away after she's been prodded. "…You bitch," she counters, hateful and breathy, disgusted at the very idea as she looks at Bert. Her contempt really knows no bounds at the moment, but unfortunately, her body does. Bound hands squeeze into fists and she lashes out, only succeeding in rattling in her restraints and hauling on the metal that keeps her chains affixed to the floor. "He wouldn't. Get out of my face."

Another *poke* is delivered and Bert laughs. It's a shrill laugh of well, contempt that doesn't suit her at all. "So I was lying the night we fought at his place, but I will have his baby and he will love me and not you. Never you." Oh that wacky Ivory and his enthrallment powers. It makes women do straaaaaange things. Bert may have stopped poking Tracy in the forehead, but she's still leaning in, savoring this predicament. Savoring it like she would a fine piece of chocolate. Oh wait, she did that last night too! HA HA! "You can't tell me what to do, Strauss."

Five Minutes Earlier…

Walking into the security camera room for the isolation labs Nicholas Drake has a cup of coffee in one hand and a bagel in the other hand. Just a standard security checkup, nothing major really to see. Part procedure and part curiosity to see just who or what had gotten caught in the net while he was off on a mission. Of course that's when he sees a familiar flash of red hair in one camera, and…then a familiar-ish blonde head /on/ the table.

Pause.

No.

NO! …really?

This is what he gets for not reading reports isn't it?

"No…NO! Who thought letting her in there was a good idea!" He calls out as he shoves his foodstuffs to someone else and stalks back out of the room.

…present time…

The door to the room swings inward and in strolls Nick with his hands in his pockets and he is shaking his head. "…you know Bert. Poking the restrained one isn't really all that…well…fair now is it."

Oh yes. Hi Tracy. I work for your boss. :D

"You must be seriously damaged," Tracy expresses with absolute honesty in believing that Bert is truly off her rocker— or really hates her that much to be saying these things. Whatever the case, her eyes, their normal pale blue made red and glassy by the many lamps bearing down on her, shine with threat. A threat that, right now, she can do nothing about. Even her ankles are restrained. The words are barely out of her mouth before she swings her head around to see— the security consultant?

"Oh hello there Nicholas," Bert says quite brightly as she straightens up. "No it's not fair, but then again, it wasn't fair of her either to use her super powers to try and freeze my damn arm off!" That just seems to set Bert off again, thinking about that and she glares hard at Tracy. "You're the damaged one!" squeaks the redhead and unless she's stopped, she's got her arm flying back, ready to deliver a slap at the blonde.

"…oh ho, freezing powers…guess that explains a few things…" Nick replies as he steps forwards, hands out of his pockets for the moment before he just shakes his head. Personally? He thinks there is something seriously wrong with the both of them. They just tend to loose their ruddy minds around each other. Case in point…

The incoming slap.

Three long strides and he reaches out, plucks Bert up by the waist for just long enough to pull her out of range so hopefully that misses…

Sigh.

"I feel like a referee…" He mutters before turns to give Tracy a slight grin. "Fancy meetin' you here though Strauss."

Bert just made the top of Tracy's mental list in a tie with Max. It doesn't even matter that the woman's hand never slapped her face. It intended to. She follows Bert with a glare which just transfers onto Nicholas, harshly critical. Honestly, can you blame the woman for being in a bad mood? She's chained up, locked in a room and surrounded by heat lamps. "Security consultant?" she asks skeptically but fails to be surprised, brows raised.

A-HA! TRIUMPH!

Then not so fast. Bert's eyes open wide as she's stopped from slapping Tracy and pulled back. "Let go of me, Drake! I need to teach this ice whore a lesson about stealing men that don't belong to her!" To say she struggles against Nicholas's grasp would be stating the obvious. She struggles, pulls and flails.

Chalk it up to a night full of enthralling and fun in the sack with a Senator who shall not be named.

"Something like that," Nick replies with a shake of his head. "Just one that happens to work for your boss." He says with a slight shrug of his shoulders as he struggles with Bert while the woman tries valiantly to go do bodily harm to Tracy. "And run a few things around here…" He adds as he continues to duck flailing arms. "Calm down Bert! No more slapping and I'll put you back down!" Pause. "Or kicking, or anything else like that. She's tied to a chair and locked up down here!"

Whatever his job, Nicholas isn't on Tracy's list. Yet. She watches him hold the other woman back, eyes widening slightly from their glare. Silently, the heat-lamped blonde is wishing Mr. Drake would just carry Bert out instead of waiting for her to calm down.

Bert reluctantly starts to calm down. It's just.. Tracy's vile presence seems to have her thoroughly riled up. "She needs to stay locked up down here!" Although, she's back to grinning again, a nasty smile, that's directed to Tracy. "She's going to another facility right? One far from here and away from Ivory??"

"I'll throw you over my shoulder and stick you in a closet if you keep that up," Nick grumbles. He's done that first part before at least. He does though finally set Bert back on the ground, though out of arm's reach of course. "…and that's up to the Senator I suppose. I don't handle the administration of it all. For the moment she's staying right here though."

Tracy begins to wear a cool smirk, smug, like Bert when she first waltzed in — though not nearly so obvious. Nevertheless, she manages to retain some confidence even as prisoner. The laugh she gives under her breath is so quiet it's a scoffing snort. She looks away from the both of them.

"You wouldn't dare," Bert says over her shoulder at Nicholas. And as she's let go, it's like one of those toys that you pull back, let go and they're off. Noticing the smirk and the scoff, Bert full-on launches herself at Tracy! "I'll to it you go in a hole!"

"Would you stop that! Both of you! Geeze! What are you two twelve?!" Nick calls as he lurches forwards again to try to grab Bert around the waist and hold her back from clawing Tracy's eyes out while she's all kinds of tied up. "The hell has gotten into you Bert?" He adds as he tries to lift her right off the floor again though not over his shoulder. Not quite yet. "And you know I would, and they'll even have it on the cameras that I did. I'll post it on YouTube."

Seconds before Bert is about to launch on her, Tracy's head spins with a whirl of heat-smothered blonde hair. Gaping, insulted, she stares after her as the NSA tech is hauled back, again, by Nicholas. She breaks her spell of silence — hard. When she speaks up, raging at Bert, it's in a yell. "You wanna know why I'm a prisoner?! It has nothing to do with you. They tried to take my nephew! Kids! I tried to stop Max and I wound up HERE!" she hauls a bare arm through its frustratingly restricted range and pulls at her chains; they tug at their bolts, only making a lot of noise. "Rrrh!" she screams in frustration. Just leave her the hell alone!

"You post it on YouTube and I'll hack into their servers are remove it! I'll also delete your YouTube account!" And if you keep that up, Bert's taking you off her friends list. GASP. She continues to struggle as she's grabbed around the waist, but freezes at Tracy's words. (HA HA) "What? You're lying. The senator would never have kids taken! And you don't have a nephew!" LYING LIAR FACE.

"Oh. God. No. Not my YouTube account." Nick mutters as he struggles and finally pulls Bert /away/ from the blonde in the chair. Of course at the accusations that Tracy throws at Bert…well…Nick just winces slightly. Its likely in a report somewhere that he needs to read. "…wait you tries to stop Max…" Pause. "You must have done a good job of nearly doing it since he's been in the hospital." He adds…entirely not addressing the subject of the kids…because he still isn't quite sure what to feel about that one.

Tracy could say more — argue more or explain more — but she strategically reigns back her words. She reverts to her tried and true glaring. She doesn't even go into more detail on the subject of Max; her gaze just hardens. Angry prisoner.

Bert isn't sure how to feel about Max being in the hospital either. "If Max got her locked up, he's my new best friend," Bert chirrups as she ceases her struggles. "He's in the hospital you say? We should go visit him. You can keep carrying me there if you like!"

"You are so lying for her benifit," Nick mutters under his breath as he sighs but continues to hold her up just slightly off the ground with seemingly no trouble at all. "And I'm sure he's out soon…" He adds as he looks back towards Tracy and sighs slightly as he shakes his head. Something slightly apologetic flashes to his eyes before he just looks back towards Bert. "…I should just do that shouldn't I? Take you to visit so he can have you thrown out of the room."

(FADE)

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