A Precarious situation.

"Ooooh, fuck" Ava mumbled softly as she came to. First, the single light over her made her opening eyes tough to adjust. Second, the painful pounding in the back of her head was a quick reminder of she might be in danger. Ava went to reach to touch the back of throbbing skull but a tug around her wrist impeded her. With her eyes now fully opened, the female agent found herself bound to a steel seat by her wrists and ankles.

"Ah she awakens!" a light and cordial voice echoed through the room. Ava looked around and at first only saw dark grey brick and a single table with a black cover. Then a thin african american man with a short grey beard and sunglasses walked from behind her. His silk purple dress shirt was neatly tucked into his black slacks. His cologne was pungent with an overbearing scent of oak and vanilla as we crossed his arms and leaned his back against the table. His white teeth sparkled almost as much as his single gold front tooth.

"So you must be the infamous Banshee?" the man lauded. "I'm sorry about the restraints, but I need to protect myself from a GDF agent with your skills."

"Who the fuck are you?" Ava growled. The man then stood up straight, placed his arm across his waist, and bowed.

"My name is Cornelius Spencer Rushmore," he projected as he straightened himself up, "but you can call me Mind Breaker, or Dr. MB for short."

"Where's the Raven?" Ava demanded. Suddenly a shriek of a man could be heard from behind her, seemingly muffled as it was coming from another room further away. Dr. MB playfully clenched his teeth and then covered his mouth.

"Well I'd say he's safe and sound but I don't want to lie to you," he said with a chuckle. "But trust me, FAC only wants me to rough him up a bit...until they can get here themselves."

"You're not FAC?" Agent Hope asked curtly. She soon heard a door open behind her with steps echoing throughout the room. On her left was the woman intruder from earlier with the currently powered down electrified arm. On Ava's right was an identical figure wearing the same exact outfit save for the metal encased arm. Both stood at attention on either side of Dr. MB.

"Oh no my dear, I'm more of a...independent contractor you see," the man said before turning towards the table and pulling off the black cover. This wasn't the first time Ava has seen a wide range of different methods of torture, ranging from sharp objects to various colored liquids in vials and beakers. "And these two lovely ladies here are part of the Children of Silence," he continued. As he said this both women in all black reached up and removed their helmets.

The one on the left was a young eastern european woman with olive skin, a red cherry pixie cut, and cold blue eyes. A small but just noticeable snarl curled her full brick red upper lip. The other was a pale southeast asian woman with short dyed blonde hair and chestnut eyes sizing up Ava as she crossed her arms over her chest. Dr. MB turned around with a syringe half filled with a sky blue liquid. He slowly walked over to Ava with a shark like smile.

"So you will feel a slight pinch, but trust me you'll feel much more...candid," Dr. MB sarcastically soothed the agent. He gave a quick sideways nod to the women behind him. Soon a cold metal arm wrapped around Ava's neck from behind as the blonde flipped the red haired agent's arms, holding down her hands to keep her exposed wrists still. Ava winced as she could only watch the blue concoction be injected into her blood stream. Once the syringe was emptied, the women released her and Dr. MB sauntered back to the table. "Thank you Monika and Sylvia," spoke Dr. MB before pausing, "oh, Monika if you wouldn't mind."

Suddenly the back of Monika's metal hand slapped the side of Ava's face, causing her to forget about the throbbing pain in her head for a minute. "I guess that's fair for the bullet I probably put in her earlier," Ava thought to herself as she had the faint taste of blood in her mouth.

"Sorry about that Banshee, but pain helps jump start my truth serum until the next step," Dr. MB explained, never once losing his playful tone. Ava spit on the floor towards Monika's feet, following up with a wink.

"So doc, whats the next step in the process?" Ava asked, her voice a mix of resiliency and sarcasm.