Jack hated interrogations. Fighting he could do. Killing, meh, on bad days. But not interrogations. He got by to the the ripe age of 20 through stealth, not necessarily diplomacy.

So as he paced the captive in front of him, he was wary on how to approach the girl. She was a fragile looking thing, sinewy limbs ties by the wrists to a pole in the central auditorium after she plucked out the eye of the first man to approach her with a well concealed dagger. Having years of experience behind him, Jack was careful to not walk too close to the girl lest she have any more weapons.

Casually strolling up to the hostage, he stared into her crystalline eyes, cobalt clashing with light baby blue.

"What's your name?" Jack asked lowly.

Her face remained stoic.

Jack merely sighed. "I mean you no harm as long as you cooperate."

After a tense pause, he was greeted by her clear, chime-like voice. "Elsa."

Now that wasn't so hard, was it?

"Do you know what the next plans of attack are from your group, Elsa?"

Her blank expression turned into a scowl as she replied smugly, "Yes."

"Will you tell me what they are?"

"Never," she replied tauntingly.

Assessing her as merely an impulsive teenager, although she couldn't have been a year or two younger, he made up his mind and walked around her to untie her ropes. Still holding onto her wrists, he gently stroked the chaffed skin.

"Well, then it would appear as if we are in a bit of a predicament then, my lady." He said smoothly.

She smirked with a glint in her eye. "Indeed."

Before Jack had time to process anything she already had a small knife nearly embedded into his throat, looming right over his jugular. Grabbing Elsa's injured wrists with a bruising force, he managed to disarm her as she cried from his tightening grip, dropping the weapon with a yelp. So much for acting civilly.

Despite her small defeat that her body acknowledged with a wince, Elsa still smiled and shrugged at his comment. "You seem to have quite a few knives on you."

"Possibly."

Jack's eyes roved her statuesque figure, taking in the loose folds of her dress. He smirked. "Are you inviting me to search you, Elsa?"

She sneered at his comment before revealing a third dagger.

Lost motivation to write when my stuff all disappeared on FF. So because I am noncommittal, here is a nonlinear drabble. Will probably be doing these for a while if I do do anything.