Exigency: The Old Guard

Pudge smirks and shrugs. "I didn't pay for it. Shouldn't be too hard to find another when we need it. And, the good news is it looks like a car with a window smashed out will fit right in around here."

*Some time later*
Reave sits on the ground bound to a barrel of wine in the cellar of what used to be a popular eatery for the moderately affluent. Barrels of various alcohols have been moved to the edges with minimal effort from Serana. Reave is, as of yet, unhurt. Wilhelm stands a few feet in front of her, looking down with a very relaxed, even blasé, expression. "Well Reave, what's GB's big evil plan you were so eager to tell us about back at the car?" He smiles and crouches down right in front of her, bringing their faces very close together. "Unless of course you're interested in a different kind of fun." A small knife running along her neckline illustrates his point. "I've found witches tend to be a rather masochistic bunch, and I'm happy to oblige.

Serana glances at Pudge, who's clearly concentrating. No doubt he'll be trying to get a bead on Reave's motive. She bitterly remembers the days she had her own powers.
"Oh, stow it. You've been caught out and now you're trying to pretend you planned to double-cross GB all along right? Heard it all before, so spare us the act.
"Little known fact about Enforcers: they never, ever work alone. I think you're here for your own reasons. You just decided to bail because your first plan didn't work."

Pudge tries reaching out with his Psi to get a grasp on Reave's true motives behind her words.

Serana snorts. Although she does seem a little placated.

"Of course. And I'm sure Wilhelm kicking your derrière had nothing to do with your decision."

Pudge pulls Serana aside, "Listen, I don't know how much we should trust me -- I'm still trying to figure all... this... out." Pudge gestures towards his temple. "But, for what it's worth, I think she's telling the truth. She's definitely keeping something back, but she's not lying. I think she does want to stop Graves-Burton."

"Well. I don't trust her," Serana begins quietly, "But I think we can trust your instincts. You beat her mind once before."

Wilhelm comes back out of his silence, his voice low and even. "That's not enough for me." He looks towards Reave, "He says you're not telling us the whole story, and as someone who hunts down people who've betrayed their comrades and communities I'm not exactly the trusting type. So tell me, Reave, what are you hiding? Because you may think I may not be the single worst thing to ever happen to you, but that can change very quickly."

Wilhelm freezes, his face blank. The pause goes on for several beats, the tension between hunter and psych palpable, before Wilhelm's face breaks into a smile. He rises up from the ground, takes a few steps over to a barrel, and doubles over it laughing hysterically. His mirth becomes so violent that he collapses onto the ground, writhing all over the floor.

Serana doesn't at first remember the significance of the name. It's only when she sees Wilhelm's reaction that she recalls the debriefing with Chief Caceres and the name of the witch he hunts.

"Graves-Burton is an even bigger idiot than I thought," she mutters.

Pudge doesn't remember the name, so Wilhelm and Serena's reactions seem even more ominous than they would otherwise. He doesn't feel super comfortable with this whole interrogation thing anyway, so he's mostly waiting for someone to clue him in or ask him to do something.

Wilhelm's fit ends abruptly and he throws himself to his feet, sliding into a kneel that once again puts him face to face with Reave. "You mean I get to kill both of them? At the same time?" His voice is very low, with a tone ominously mirthful for the topic of conversation. "I'll tell you what Reave, you want to prove you're one of the good guys? Fine by me, but there's a condition. You're gonna stay right with me. You so much as blink in a way I don't like and I will make sure Lilen Armani is the last thing you need to be scared of. You behave like a good girl and help us and I'll let you watch as I tear her guts out and send old mighty Graves-Burton's head rolling into that vault he's so eager to open. Sound like a deal?" His offer ends with a very unsettling smile.

Serana rolls her eyes. "We've come this far to stop it from happening. If anything we should be grilling you to swear not to abuse what's inside there. But fine. I, Serana Margoyles, promise to reseal the Vault."

Wilhelm nods, "After I burry what's left of Graves-Burton's corpse in the Vault to satisfy my own sense of poetic justice, I'll close it and keep what's there to myself."