Brianna was grateful to Hunter's intervention. "You don't want to go along with this? You think you can escape us, Ambrose?" She glares coldly at him. Her voice is tight and the some of the hair in her bun has fallen out a bit. For a moment, she resembles a bad woman. She bends down, squatting with her face inches from Ambrose's. She presses the edge of the syringe to his neck. "Maybe you'll get out of here one day. Maybe not. The one thing I can promise you regardless is..." she whispers into his ear, confident that he can't escape Hunter's grasp. "... You'll never escape me. Even if you lose every memory, I promise I'll be there in your dreams." She stabs the syringe in and injects the drug. A name flashes up in her mind from the text The Boss sent her. "Just like you can't escape the memory of [i]Pterea[/i]."