[center][b]--Cypher--[/b][/center]
[b]"You should eat."[/b]

Cypher planted himself into one of the wooden chairs and pulled up to the small table. Laid out in front of him was a plate of baked miniature potatoes, blue broccoli, and glowing yellow rice. Although a strange dish in the twenty first century, the meal was considered a delicacy considering how hard it was to grow and gather such ingredients in the irradiated Waste, much less find them all on the same plate. It went without saying that providing someone with such a meal was meant as the greatest form of hospitality. And... sitting across from him was the woman from before now in a visibly better state than she'd been left in earlier. Their doctor, aptly named Doc, had the impressive ability to multiply living cells assisting in anything from healing organic tissue to growing foods at an incredible rate. It only took him an hour or so with the girl to get her body back to a healthy state. However there was also a downside to this ability, a rather dark use that well suited a specific purpose. Information was the greatest weapon a man could have and at times, it took... pressure to get that information. Normally the human body could only take so much but with the Doc at Cypher's disposal, new meaning was added to the word "endure". People always tried to hold out but in the end they broke... every time. The woman had already caught on to this and she knew that if she didn't play nice, there was a hell worse than the Red Waste awaiting her. Upon being told to eat, she complied, picking up the fork he'd provided and shoving a few bites into her parched mouth. Not only was she anxious about her future, she was also ravished and only too happy to oblige. After swallowing an unfinished portion whole, not having the patience to chew the bite completely, she washed the clump down with a swig of water.... and then another... and then a third. Liquid spilled out the side of her mouth in her haste to siphon the fluid down. It'd been a long time since she had the luxury of clean water and she wasn't going to let the opportunity go to waste, especially if this was her last.

[b]"Slow down before you choke."[/b] Cypher chuckled as he watched her scarf the meal down. She'd only just begun and already the plate was half finished, the glass completely empty. He had it refilled much to her surprise. [b]"Seriously... slow down... and don't worry about the water."[/b] He noted her surprise. [b]"There's plenty more where that came from."[/b] He said motioning toward the filled glass. She paused mid-stuff, staring at the man who had her tailed and beaten, trying hard to understand what was going on. However, there was nothing to find in his eyes and so she continued, content to have her fill if that was what he wanted. It was indeed. He remained quite the entire time she ate, bringing her a second serving when requested, albeit much smaller than the first and refilling her cup every time it was empty. When she'd finally slowed to a crawl, signaling that was nearly full, Cypher began.

[b]"Do you know what this is?"[/b] He asked, placing a large tome on the table above her plate. She looked down at it, trying in vain to read the markings staring up at her. After a few minutes of wasted effort, she gave up and shook her head. Returning to her plate, she began to pull another bite into her mouth when she was suddenly stopped by a pair of hands, hands she recognized. Shea caught her wrist before she could get the metal in her mouth and twisted hard, wrenching the fork from her fingers. It fell to the floor, precious slivers of rice spilling everywhere. Without skipping a beat, she'd caught her left as well and yanked her arms behind her and around the chair. The quick motion, the tight grip and the awkward position of her arms shot pain straight into her spine and she screamed out, rather loud. Sure she'd been roughed up before by men and women alike but even then the hurt was never this bad. It was as if her sense of pain had been heightened, as if someone had turned her sensitivity way up. She hadn't noticed before but now... it was near unbearable.

"Hurts doesn't it." Shea hissed in her ear. The woman could only manage a painful moan in response. "Docs got a nasty habit of messing with those who mess with us. You think he was fixing you up? Please...." She chuckled, fighting back the devilish laugh bubbling up inside her. "The cells of your nervous system were nearly doubled... you're ultra sensitive. So when I do something like this..." Shea clamped down hard on a bit of skin with sharp fingernails eliciting an intense howl from her victim. It was music to her ears. "Oooh... That's right. I'm surprised you hadn't noticed until now."

Cypher watched the punishment unfettered. [b]"The man in this book may have been one for forgiveness..."[/b] He knelt down to the woman until he was mere inches from her sweating face. Her mouth hung open in pain as she struggled to suck in precious air. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes struggling to focus on him. [b]"...But me?... I'm not your savior."[/b]

[center][b]"So... shall we begin?"[/b][/center]
[b][center]--Clo--[/b][/center]
Meanwhile... Clo struggled in her uphill battle against roves of the undead. Stuck on the ground as her wings recovered from over excursion, she kept her distance and used her metal bat as little as possible. Sure she'd been given a sword from her sisters as a gift for being accepted into the Harpies but the weapon was her most prized possession. She kept the thing clean, neat, untouched and safe. The day she let irradiated blood blemish it's steel was the day she died. For now it was her bat and the half clip of 9mm rounds left in her pistol. Even then, as her situation deteriorated, she kept on with a single thought in her head...

[center][b][i]...Five hours to the city...[/b][/i][/center]
She dumped another round into the closest of the dead, causing it's head to explode.