A cell, in an unknown location:
Nathaniel: Where the fuck... Oh. You are fucking shitting me!
A short time later:
Nathaniel: Alright... Been fucking drugged, feels like manacles behind my back... ouch! Inhibitor's on... Who the fuck has a hard on for me NOW? Jesus.
Inger (to Nathaniel): So, you're the little lord's boytoy? Heh. The way the boss was talking, I thought you'd be a bit trickier.
Nathaniel (to Inger): What the fuck are you talking about? I dunno who the hell you think I am, but sister, you are fucking mistaken.
Inger (to Nathaniel): Judging from the mouth on you, I'd say I have just the right person. Don't worry no one's going to hurt you... Much.
Nathaniel (to Inger): Yeah, yeah. Consider me fucking terrified. You work for CLANNG, right?
Inger (to Nathaniel): Yes and no.
Nathaniel (to Inger): Yeah, I'm guessing more no than yes, else you and I wouldn't be having this nice little chat. If Hiiri catches wind you got me and aren't turning me over, then you're gonna be getting a visit from Carver. And Other Carver.
Inger (to Nathaniel): Hiiri? Carver? Who the fuck are they? You just sit tight and wait for Mister Nice to get here.
Nathaniel (to Inger): Ha ha ha! Oh... Oh shit! Either you're lying, or you have NO FUCKING IDEA what you've gotten yourself into.
Martin (to Inger): Captain Roth, I believe our guest is simply trying to rattle you... Would you please step this way for a moment?
Inger (to Martin & Nathaniel): Yes, sir.
A moment later, in the hallway:
Martin (to Inger): It would appear that our Mister Nice has met with a gruesome end. My recently acquired partner didn't seem to appreciate his unique sense of humor. More's the pity, as he was quite an asset & difficult to replace.
Inger (to Martin): ... That is really a shame, sir. I should get back to our guest. I don't trust him.
Martin (to Inger): Of course, Captain.
A moment later, in the cell:
Inger (to Nathaniel): Sorry for the interruption.
Nathaniel (to Inger): Oh it was no trouble. I just sat here with a hangover that could kill a fucking moose. So what's the end game here? You're not letting me walk outta here alive. Your boss man back there wouldn't have shown his rat face if you were. What the fuck do you want with me?
Inger (to Nathaniel): Oh, I believe we're simply going to kill you & then leave your body somewhere for the little lord to find it. Mister Nice was going to do it. He has-- had a very particular skillset that worked well for these types of situations, but he's apparently out of the picture. So, sadly it falls on someone who probably isn't going to be very good about making it painless.
Nathaniel (to Inger): Gee. Lucky me. Heh heh heh... You know, Wilkinson's putting you in the crosshairs of some NASTY ass people with all this shit, and he doesn't even have the decency to tell you about it. That's stone fucking cold.
Inger (to Nathaniel): Well then, I guess it's a good thing that I happen to like the cold... (to Ariadne) What the hell do you want, Lieutenant?
Ariadne (to Inger): Sorry for the interruption, ma'am. But, there's a message for you in the control room from the Grendel. (to Nathaniel) Shhhhh.
Inger (to Ariadne & Nathaniel): ... Oh, very well. I'm sure you can guard our guest.
Nathaniel (to Inger & Ariadne): You got a real shitty way of treating guests...
Ariadne (to Nathaniel): Heh. How'd you like that? I was all sneaky and shit... I've got the inhibitor field off. Get the hell out of here!
Nathaniel (to Ariadne): Heh. You were sneaky as fucking hell! Here. Consider this gift of fucking manacles my thank you. You gonna be alright?
Ariadne (to Nathaniel): Yeah, of course, I've been undercover here for months... Though, I hate to say this but you're going to need to knock me out. I'm a good actress but there's no way I can fake a concussion... Shit. Just avoid the face, okay?
Nathaniel (to Ariadne): Heh. You got it, and I owe you the BIGGEST fucking bottle of wine I can find when you get the fuck outta here, alright? ... Sorry, chicky. Down you go. If you can hear me, watch your ass.
A moment later, Aiden & Nathaniel's apartment; West Piedmont:
Nathaniel: ... Oh fucking shit! Jesus. What the fuck did she drug me with? Tell me I made it home. Aiden? ... Shit. I gotta lay down.
Aiden (to Nathaniel): Nate? Are you okay? What the hell happened to you?
Nathaniel (to Aiden): I got jumped on my way back from your place in New London. Three assholes working for Wilkinson. They jabbed me with a needle of something... They were gonna kill me and dump me someplace for you to find.
Aiden (to Nathaniel): That's it! Half-brother or no, that bastard needs to be stopped! It's one thing to come after me but to go after you. He is one sideways thinking asshole! I'm going to kill him. Pure & simple.
Nathaniel (to Aiden): As hot as you fucking are when you're all fired up, Wilkinson a slippery son of a bitch. He wanted you hurt and pissed and not thinking straight, so let's not play into whatever fucking plan he's got cooking, alright? We gotta beat him at whatever fucking thing he's got going, and... Oh. Shit. Goddamn I'm glad Hari was there. I dunno if I could have made it through that fucking inhibitor field fucked up like this.
Aiden (to Nathaniel): No, no. You're absolutely right. I'm sorry I lost my temper. Let's get you to bed. You're probably going to need to sleep off the effects of whatever they dosed you with... Wait. What the hell was Hari doing there? Last I had heard she was in New London working at a pub near the docks.
Nathaniel (to Aiden): Heh. I have NO idea what she was doin' there. We didn't get to chat. She sure as shit isn't workin' at a bar. Hee hee... Oh shit! Don't tell me this junk's making me giggly... Heh.
Aiden (to Nathaniel): Heh. You do seem a bit giggly... Get under the covers and get some sleep. I'll fix dinner & come wake you when it's ready.
Nathaniel (to Aiden): Yeah... Yeah. I should. I'm a fuckin' moron when I'm all giddy. You won't be able to STAND it. Hee hee... Y'all will chuck me back to--to--whozawhatsit. CLANNG. 'Cept he's not CLANNG. Not really. He's goin' off script. Yer brother is a DICK. Heh heh.
Aiden (to Nathaniel): I believe I've heard that about both of them before... Wow. They really dosed you with something. I'm going to call Emma, I don't think you're going to be able to make it to work tonight.
Nathaniel (to Aiden): Nahhhh... I'll prolly be awright. Heh. I dunno why I'm so fuckin'--uh--heh heh, fuckin' whatever. I think doin' that thing... You know, heh, my fucking party trick... I think that made it worse. You are fuckin' good-lookin', you know that? Like crazy. But yeah. Worse. Does that make sense? Hee hee. This'd be fun if I weren't so fuckin' tired. Shit! I giggled again. Fuck!
Aiden (to Nathaniel): ... Stop talking & get some sleep, crazy man.
Several hours later, at a pub; New London, Britannia:
Fiona (to Aiden): Wilkes! I got your message. What do you need?
Aiden (to Fiona): I need you to do me a favor, McGillivray... Nate got grabbed by some of Wilkinson's goons & they drugged him. We need to get someone out of there... Did Mrs. Esterly or Ms. Dvorak send Hari?
Fiona (to Aiden): Can't say. I don't know a Harry, but the Old Guard don't always tell me what they're up to.
Aiden (to Fiona): Oh well, here I was thinking that you would know what's going on.
Fiona (to Aiden): Ha ha ha! You're trying to get me indignant and curious enough to find out, aren't you?
Aiden (to Fiona): Heh... Is it working?
Fiona (to Aiden): Ha ha ha! I think you might know me a bit too well. I'll see what I can find out.
Aiden (to Fiona): Thank you, Fiona... Be careful, I fear that Wilkinson is upping the ante.
Fiona (to Aiden): If he grabbed your boy, I would say so. Right. I'll see what I can dig up. Go. Go home. See to your poor, ickle drugged boy. I'll contact you if I find anything.
Aiden (to Fiona): Good night, McGillivray.
