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As much amusement and use had been obtained, events were beginning to escalate. Mind turning, Dr. Hakan shook his head, then rested his chin on his hands. No, no, all good things had to end. He'd gotten as much use as possible out of this one...at least as the current situation stood. It was time.

He pressed the call button on the edge of his desk, the click alerting those on the other end that they were being beckoned. "Yes, sir, Dr. Hakan?"

"It's time. If you'd be so good as to retrieve Ms. Mariston?"

"Of course, sir. Right away."

Carl chuckled softly, cutting the connection and leaning back in his chair. Arms crossed, he stared up at the ceiling in thought. This would be a busy evening...but still, the possibility remained to have some fun in the process. Especially with the new information he'd obtained...

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Glancing over his shoulder with a swift nod at his two companions, the guard rapped sharply on the door of the subject also known as Karen Mariston. He held a professional stance, seeming all the world as if this were a normal visit...a normal messenger delivering a request from teh doctor for a normal meeting...

Hands folded behind his back, the guard hid a slight grin with a polite nod of his head. Rutherford was hittin' that? Lucky b*****d.

"Dr. Hakan has requested your presence. We were sent to escort you to the meeting. He doesn't have much time free, so I'm afraid I'll have to insist that you come with us immediately."

His demeanor was calm, his expression neutral...nothing to indicate that anything was amiss. Except maybe a slight tenseness in the posture of each of the guards. Just a bit more than that of a professional nature.

Sure, it was just one woman...but she was still one of them, so no taking chances.

Too bad the guard had already slid his foot into the door while she was answering. The boots absorbed most of the impact, keeping him from wincing as he kept up the pretense of politeness with a smile and a nod.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. From what I was informed, I was under the impression that you'd been wanting another chance to ask the doctor some questions. He's been quite busy lately, but this is likely one of the only chances he'll have for a while to meet with you."

Okay, screw pretenses. Obviously, she sensed that something was up, so why bother with pleasantries?

Chuckling, the guard nodded to his companions, braced himself, then shoved the door roughly inward. His companions close behind to keep the door from slamming shut again, he smirked at Karen from around the edge of the door. "I'm afraid I'll have to insist. Doctor's orders and all that."

"Heh, we got a fiesty one here, boys," the guard chuckled, winking at the others as they forced their way into her room. "Jackson, cut her off." The one called Jackson nodded, hurrying to intercept Karen, placing himself between her and the bathroom door before she could move further. It'd be a pain to try and get her out of there if she locked herself in, so best to prevent that sort of irritation early.

Another quick nod of the head and the third guard circled the opposite way, leaving Karen in the center, surrounded. "Alright, missy. How about you put the chair down and we get going? I'd rather not do this the hard way if I don't have to. I'm sure you put a lot of effort into looking so pretty tonight. Why waste that?" His posture was tense, ready in case she tried to take his head off with that chair. It was just like cornering a wild animal...a lot like that actually. The similarities were eerie.

Okay, maybe not so much eerie as mildly amusing. Guess it depended on the point of view.

"Afraid you're coming with us whether you like it or not, lady," he continued rambling, much like talking down an agitated Pokemon. Or at least keeping one distracted while someone else sneaks up on them with a tranquilizer. "You don't have much of a choice in the matter. Only in how you come with us," he trailed off, one hand reaching back to fiddle with something on his waistband.

"Doc's got a few meetings tonight, so he's a bit too busy for us to be wasting time like this."

What was this one again? He couldn't recall seeing her file. Still, the resemblance to a scared, angry animal was eerie. Sure, she sounded vicious, if you only listened to her words and tone. The tell was in her eyes and posture. There was fear beneath her pissed off facade.

"Well, now...that sounds rather painful. Makes me glad you're not willing to go see the Doc in that case," he chuckled, keeping her attention on him as he shifted from foot to foot. The combination of dialogue and movement aimed to be a distraction as Jackson circled around just out of Karen's periferal view. "Hopefully it doesn't count then if you're taken rather than going willingly."

There was no obvious telltale sign from the guard speaking, but Jackson took a chance, rushing Karen once her eyes were off him. He ducked low, rushing in and aiming a beefy fist for her midsection. She may be a woman, but there was no taking risks with these types. He needed to take her out quick, before she had a chance to use that chair. The doc had already okayed any possible 'collateral damage' that might ensue, to a point at least...nothing permanent in any case...

Even if Karen had lacked the breath to make a decent swing of it, when she'd dropped the chair, the weight in combination with gravity still provided a decent strike for her as it fell and bounced off Jackson's back.

"Frickin' hell!" he grumbled, rubbing his back with one hand. "That's gonna' hurt like a mother in the morning..."

"Stop your whining, Jackson. Could have been worse."

Meanwhile, the guard left behind Karen as she swung to attack Jackson moved quickly, knowing she'd only be incapacitated temporarily. As she fell, he made a swift grab for her wrists, aiming to trap them behind her back. Hopefully that hit would be enough to knock some common sense into her and she'd come with them without any more fighting. "Alright, alright, you've had your fun. Now let's get going..."

Karen's head came in contact with the guard's nose...which immediately illicited an angry stream of curses...as well as a stream of blood. "Crazy, psycho b***h!" he snarled, losing his grip on her wrists, but lunging forward and attempting to wrap his arms around hers to limit her movement.

All this for one woman? She wasn't even that big! Still, Jackson pushed aside all worries for his lumbar region until later, going to his companion's aid. "Can't handle one little girl?" he teased, trying to grab her legs before she decided to try and kick one of them.

Shaking his head at his companions struggling with the young woman, the leader of this little group had had enough. He reached back into his waistband, pulling out a small taser. "I'm not afraid to use this by any means. If you'd like to spare yourself the pain, I'd suggest cooperating with us. If not, then fine by me."

"She's lost it!"

"Geez, she is a damn psycho..."

The two guards continued trying to wrestle with her, but for all their muscle, she had panicked adrenaline on her side and somehow kept managing to squirm out of their grasp, biting and scratching all the while.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!"

Sneering in disgust, the guard standing over them all raised the Taser and took aim. "This is ridiculous. When I say 'move,' you move. Now...MOVE!" As soon as the two guards released their most recent holds on the young woman and lept back, he let the bolts fly.