Alrighty then here is chapter 2 to whoever is reading I hope it doesn't disappoint, it probably will but oh well. I know its been a while for this story and I dont really have an excuse. You know the drill read favorite review alert. Hell read my other stories if you want.

Interrogation was taught only in a basic sense to the newer agents. Michael was brought into Division when the superiors didn't fully trust the information from outside sources, instead it was common practice to coherce whatever information they wanted from the recruit themself. It was hard to think how much things had changed since he was a recruit. Once Birkhoff proved his loyalty Division had become much more technologically adept.

Preparations were made quickly all his tools were placed in interrogation room one upon Michael's request. While he hoped the girl would give him the information he wanted part of him knew this girl Alex wouldn't let anything be easy, but Michael was always up for a challenge. He was the best for a reason and if she refused to cooperate Alex would find out first hand what he was capable of.

"Answer my questions honestly Alex, and this will be over quickly. If you lie to me even once there will be consequences. And I can garantee whatever you try to hide from me I will find out eventually." With her wrists secured to the arms, her ankles to the legs of the chair, and wires attached to her temples Alex didn't look the least bit afraid. Even with the numerous scrapes and rapidly forming bruises that hadn't been there when Michael had left her in her room. He was guessing she didn't appreciate the guards tying her to a chair. Her expression may have been blank but Michael had enough experience reading peoples poker faces to know she was angry. Removing his jacket Michael noted how Alex's eyes went straight to his shoulder holster. Always know where your enemy's weapons are. Very good Alex. With his jacket draped across the back of his chair Michael took his seat across from Alex flipping her file open on the table. "Is your name Alexandra Winslow?" The steady beeping of her heart rate was the only sound as Michael waited for Alex to answer. "There is no need for you to make this harder than it has to be."

"Screw you." Sighing Michael stood crossing over to her side of the table. Grabbing hold of her right index finger he bent down to speak right in her ear, "Answer the question or I dislocate your finger." Clenching her jaw Alex ramained silent. With a rough yank her finger slid out of its joint with a loud pop followed by a small scream which broke her silence, proving that Michael was a man of his word. The beeping of her heart rate sped up in her pain, softly brushing her hair behind her ear Michael was convinced that she had enough incentive to give him answers. "Shhh shhh Alex. If you answer my questions I can make the pain stop." The only response he got was a nod, satisfied he moved back to his seat waiting for her answer. "Yes."

"How old are you?" With a snorted laugh Alex raised her gaze to meet his answering with a sarcastic, "Old enough." Smirking back at her Michael was surprised by her nerve. "In years." Narrowed eyes stared back at him for a moment before she answered, "19. How old are you?" Raising an eyebrow Michael ignored her question. "You see Alex the problem is we can't seem to find any evidence of you existing before 6 years ago. Why is that?" The beeping of her heart rate began to accelerate once again, this time not in pain but fear. She had hoped that whoever these people were they wouldn't try to dig up her past. "How should I know."

"Even crack whores have a past Alex. We just wanna know yours." Lunging towards him Alex only managed to scrape her chair forward a couple of measly centimeters. "I'm not a whore!" Amused by her reaction Michael made note of her dislike of the word for later use. "Where is your family?" Her blue eyes hardened as she remained silent for a moment. "Dead." Well that makes things easier, if she's telling the truth. Countless times recruits had lied in a not so misguided attempt to try and protect their family from Division. More often than not whatever family the recruit had left was too doped up to be a problem. Either way investigations had to be made, nothing could be linked back to them. Afterall they didn't officialy exist. "When did they die?" Staring back at her Michael saw a certain coldness in her expression that he had only ever seen on soldiers or senior agents. Not good. She's been through more than most newbies, that's gonna make my job harder. "Six Years."

"How did it happen?" Alex knew she had to lie, she couldn't tell these people who she was. Alexandra Udinov was dead along with her mother and father as far as the rest of the world was concerned. The man sitting in front of her, Michael, reminded her of the men from her homeland. The one's who used to keep her in cages too drugged to fight back. She could see it in his eyes that he was a man that would see her lies, and she had a dislocated finger to prove he had no problem using violence to persuade her. With a heart moniter it is more difficult to fool anyone let alone someone who no doubt didn't need the aide of the machine to tell him she wasn't being truthful.

Alex had been silent too long for his liking. Standing to retrieve one of his more favored methods of persuasion Michael resolved himself to the fact that in order to get the information they needed he would once again be required to let that part of him that he tried so desperately to keep caged inside, the part of him that enjoyed causing other's pain, out to play. There was a slight stutter in her heart rate when Michael turned back to face her scapel in hand.

His movements were unhurried as he made his way behind Alex, causing her to stiffen as she lost sight of him. A firm hand gripped her hair pulling her head to the left baring the tattoo behind her right ear. "We don't particularly like body modification here in division." Allowing the scapel to press just hard enough to draw blood Michael wondered how long she would last before breaking completely. "Perhaps if you answer my questions I will let you keep one."

When Alex refused to answer he tightened his grip and slowly set to work removing the ink stained skin from her neck. At first she was silent the only signs of pain was her white knuckled grip on the chair and her accelerated heart rate. That was until he was halfway done. A scream filled with more anger than pain echoed in the small room. Not bothering to pause in his work Michael continued on. "A crash. A car crash. In Vermont." Good, we're making progress. As soon as the tainted skin had been removed he released her with a shove placing the piece of flesh on the table in front of her.

Pressing his thumb into the open wound Michael felt a sort of sick satisfaction as Alex grit her teeth at the pain. "See now that wasn't so hard." She could see something had changed in the man, what she had only glimpsed under the surface. Whatever it was that was inside this Michael that had frightened her since their first meeting was in control right now. And as he roughly pushed her chin towards her chest setting to work on removing the butterfly from her upper back Alex let out a scream of fear. Just like she knew he would Michael saw through her lie or so she thought, and true to his word she would suffer the consequences.