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"I'll go," Leni volunteered. "Or we can all go." She shrugged. "Either works." She stopped in her tracks, halting the entire group. It was all silent for a moment and then she walked into the group, out the back, and gestured for everyone to follow. "Come on," she said softly, the trees rustling around her as she walked towards the small opening in between the trees which led into their makeshift campsite.

Schlff was pacing back and forth in his office. Although all had gone well with the capturing of 'Elri', he had returned to find out that another of his idiots had gone missing. As part of his job, he sent 'sentries' out in to the cities to moniter rebel actions and keep muggles and witches 'at peace'. However, in more recent times someone had been killing off his men one by one. Just then X011Z entered the room. "Lucky Mr. Price had such valuable charms with him!" Schlff just snorted. "If luck is all you rely on then get out of my sight!! We need to be more on guard because apparently you didn't find them all! Next time...well there won't ever be a next time like this will there?" X011Z winced a little. "No, Captain. I'll be alert 24/7." Schlff walked up to X011Z. "Go check on Fox. I'd rather have him drunk than dead. Find out as much as you can, quickly!" In a flash, the man was gone. Schlff sighed and began to make his way to the rebel girl's cell. "Hmpf! Luck...I don't think it's on anyone's side right now."

Christopher was anxious to see his new prisoner. To interrogate her. In a torturous manner. They had never been this close to complete domination before... If they could just figure out the secrets of the rebels, then they could destroy or convert them all...

"Fox?" Elri said. "I've only heard the name. Why? Don't you keep tabs on your own agents?" She sneered slightly, trying to get Schlff angry. She wanted to see Price. Maybe then she could see how to destroy him...

Schlff sneered back. He hadn't exactly expected the girl to give him the information but he wanted to try being somewhat polite. Although, he probably already knew the kind of answer he'd get. "Let me try this again." Schlff pulled out his wand but before he could spit out his next words, he heard footsteps and knew he had to get out of the boss' way. He gave the defiant rebel a look of pure irritation and began the walk back to his office.

Elri took in a deep breathe as Price entered the room. Although she had seen him from a distance, she had never been this close to him before. He was very...corpse-like.

"Get up, girl," Price wheezed.

"Why should I?" said Elri, defiantly.

Christopher took out his wand and cursed the girl, causing her to writhe in pain. "Crucio!" he screamed and let her pain endure for almost a minute. "Are you ready to talk now, girl? Tell me everything. Everything you know about the rebels. Tell me, or be tortured infinitely."

Elri lay in her cell, almost crippled and in tremendous pain. Price had tortured her for almost an hour. Though she didn't give anything away, she knew next time would be harder. She had a feeling something had gone wrong with her friends. She hoped that Leni's time turner still worked, but knew the possibilities were slim. Price had told her himself that his crew had secretly disabled all of the magical gadgets in the camp. Or at least Schlff did. It wasn't that hard, just a power draining spell (they only worked on objects, not on people). Richy's laptop would still work of course, but it wouldn't do much to save her. And she knew Price wasn't lying. She was a pretty good Occlumens, herself, although Price was testing her limits. The rebels would have some pretty complicated spell work ahead, she knew that for sure. But she would escape. She would find a way...eventually. In the meantime, she had much more to learn about Price and his regime. She listened carefully for any small tidbits of information that might fill in her incomplete understanding.

"Schlff! Bloodsbane!" The call had echoed down the ministry corridors. Price was looking for his Directors of Special Operations. Normally, this was a task for one man, but Price had so much shifty business going on -- practically half of the ministry was under the direct command of either Schlff or himself-- that the job required two men. This didn't bother Deidrick that much though. He really really loved his job...normally. With a flick of his wand Deidrick shut the door and magically scrawled a note on it: "Sorry for the inconvenience, chaps, popped out of the office for a spot of tea. Be back soon!"

"OOOOOoooo my head," Deidrick said as he cradled it in his hands. Last night he had partied especially heavily after a successful mission -- the rebel faction in Thetford had been officially crushed--and Bloodsbane was no longer a young man. "Why did I have to drink so much?" He pointed his wand at his head and tried to make the pain stop. The best he could manage was to move the pain out of focus to the back of his thoughts where it could only gnaw slowly and numbly at his conscious mind.

All of a sudden one of the gadgets on his desk lit up. "A prisoner in cell #368 is being interrogated, would you like to watch?" The voice of his secretary floated out of the red stone. Deidrick tapped the stone with his wand and replied, "Send it through."

He walked over to what looked like a bird bath, but instead of water, it contained a swirling silver liquid. Deidrick waited patiently as the swirling increased, accelerating rapidly until a blurry picture began to form in the center of the spinning. Deidrick moved closer and the picture came into focus. A girl lay wriggling in pain on the ground as Christoper Price sneared out another "Crucio!" The scene played out for another hour with Price getting nothing from the girl except winces of pain and the occasional defiant outburst of "Never you filthy, b*****d!". Bloodsbane had to admit that this girl had spunk. It would take a while to torture anything useful out of her, and there existed the possibility that they would torture her mind to mush before she'd speak. But, there were ways other than pain to get people to talk. Something, Price frequently neglected. You just had to know a little bit about them. He walked back to his desk and tapped the red stone again. "Shelly, would you be a dear and get the boys over in Magical Creatures to send a bogart to cell 368? I want to see what our girlie fears most." This should be interesting he thought as summoned a bag of popcorn and went back to the scrying pool. He loved to watch people squirm.