[ Who the hell would even keep a board room at the back of an evil laboratory? (Evil cultists, probably.)
She's crouched slightly lower than Peter, ear to the door. Like him, she can't hear much, but what she can hear makes her blood run cold. She's wondering if it's worth it to try and interrogate these people- if they've been brainwashed, it's likely they won't tell them anything of use, and Maya has no desire to hurt them.
She glances up at Peter, lifting her arm in an approximation of her phaselocking motion, silently asking if capture is ideal here, but whether or not it is doesn't matter, because the door to the lab is flung open again.
This new person isn't one of the vacant-eyed, distant people. He's loud, crass, and obviously has no patience. "Out, both of you," he barks. And when the woman murmurs "Elders be with you" as she goes, he just scoffs and goes "Yeah, whatever."
There's a beat of silence, where Maya assumes that he's waiting for the first two to go, and Maya has a terrified moment where she wonders if these are some of the guards from before, and they've realized that she and Peter are missing. Their mission could be over already and they haven't even found anything...
"Bring her in," says the man, and the order is followed by muffled footsteps and noises of movement. Something dragging across the floor-?
There's a second voice now, still male, but younger than the first, "Didn't we already work on this one? If it doesn't take it doesn't take." Neither of them seem to be brainwashed- or at least what they've been assuming is brainwashed- it's clear in their volume, the way they talk.
"Yeah, but it's the boss' orders. He wants her as one of his wives."
"Man, really? He does know we can only try this so many times, right? I mean, this'll probably kill--"
"I don't make the orders, junior."
"It's fucked up, is all I'm saying."
"Say it a little louder, why don't you. It'll be you we strap to this table next."
During this conversation, Maya has gone from cautious to downright livid. How dare they. How dare they. They have some poor girl strapped to a table and for what? To try and brainwash her to death? They should probably try and take these men alive- get some answers out of them. How they're doing what they're doing and why, but right now all she wants to do is see them die in the slowest, most painful way she can think of.
She tenses visibly, hand going for the doorknob. ]
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She's crouched slightly lower than Peter, ear to the door. Like him, she can't hear much, but what she can hear makes her blood run cold. She's wondering if it's worth it to try and interrogate these people- if they've been brainwashed, it's likely they won't tell them anything of use, and Maya has no desire to hurt them.
She glances up at Peter, lifting her arm in an approximation of her phaselocking motion, silently asking if capture is ideal here, but whether or not it is doesn't matter, because the door to the lab is flung open again.
This new person isn't one of the vacant-eyed, distant people. He's loud, crass, and obviously has no patience. "Out, both of you," he barks. And when the woman murmurs "Elders be with you" as she goes, he just scoffs and goes "Yeah, whatever."
There's a beat of silence, where Maya assumes that he's waiting for the first two to go, and Maya has a terrified moment where she wonders if these are some of the guards from before, and they've realized that she and Peter are missing. Their mission could be over already and they haven't even found anything...
"Bring her in," says the man, and the order is followed by muffled footsteps and noises of movement. Something dragging across the floor-?
There's a second voice now, still male, but younger than the first, "Didn't we already work on this one? If it doesn't take it doesn't take." Neither of them seem to be brainwashed- or at least what they've been assuming is brainwashed- it's clear in their volume, the way they talk.
"Yeah, but it's the boss' orders. He wants her as one of his wives."
"Man, really? He does know we can only try this so many times, right? I mean, this'll probably kill--"
"I don't make the orders, junior."
"It's fucked up, is all I'm saying."
"Say it a little louder, why don't you. It'll be you we strap to this table next."
During this conversation, Maya has gone from cautious to downright livid. How dare they. How dare they. They have some poor girl strapped to a table and for what? To try and brainwash her to death? They should probably try and take these men alive- get some answers out of them. How they're doing what they're doing and why, but right now all she wants to do is see them die in the slowest, most painful way she can think of.
She tenses visibly, hand going for the doorknob. ]