Larry drove through New York traffic in a bit of a haze. He had sprinted from his house even without telling Polly where he was going. His most prized possession was in jeopardy. He couldn't handle that calmly. His dream boat was in danger.

The harbour at this time of the night was deserted. Only the sea waves could be heard from where he parked his car haphazardly. He got out and dashed for his yacht anchored to shore. He looked around for this Jeffrey guy but there wasn't anyone except for a few dogs barking somewhere off the streets. He didn't pay much attention to it.

He shone the torch he had brought with him to insert the outer surface. It was just as spotless as it had been this morning. Strange. Larry looked around for Jeffrey again. He spotted a figure coming towards him with hands behind her back. She was wearing a hoodie over a snapback cap that didn't let him see much of her face. He took out his phone just in case and waved for her.

"Hey!" He waved his hands awkwardly. "Uh… ma'am have you seen -"

"Hey, Bloom…" A smug voice replied.

Piper Chapman.

"What the fuck?"

She moved awfully close to him just in a matter of seconds. Before Larry could respond to her move, a steel bar was swung over his head. Hitting the back of his head. He stumbled on his feet. The torch fell off of his hand but he held onto the phone. She hit him again on the same spot. This time he fell on the concrete, his face first. He spat out blood that had gathered in his mouth.

"P-Piper?" He grunted in pain. "Why are you doing this?"

"You know why."

The last hit came harder than the previous ones. His head was forced on the concrete, grazing the side. Blood poured out as he fought for his consciousness. His senses went dark except for the constant ringing in his ears. He gripped onto his phone and managed to press the power button three times with every last bit of strength left in him. Piper titled his face up with the tip of the rod. His eyes were closed.

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Piper had moved bodies before. But Larry was exceptionally heavy. It was hard to get him onto the boat via a very narrow plank. One inch left or right and he would be dropping into the water. All three of them struggled to drag him onto the boat. Somehow, they managed it without rousing any suspicion.

Once in the boat, Alex dragged him on to the front deck and put him on a chair. Piper pulled his hands to the back of the chair and cuffed them with a pair of hands cuffs that Nicky had gave up from her playroom. Piper was cautious even while touching it.

"Should we wake him up?" Nicky asked anxiously.

"No. You two should go back to the car." Piper tied a blindfold over his eyes. "Turn on the laptop. Once he starts talking I'll transmit the audio to you. So that we have two copies. Understand?"

"Piper, we can't leave you here alone." Alex said, worried.

"Trust me, you don't want to see this." Piper said. "And I will be fine. Go with Nicky, okay."

Alex nodded somewhat reluctantly and followed Nicky out of the boat.

Piper waited a few minutes before waking him up. She pulled on her leather hand gloves determined not to leave any evidence behind. She splashed a bucket of ice water right into his face.

He jolted awake. Panting for air. He rattled his hands unsuccessfully. He groaned in pain and held his head low as the blood rushed back to his head which was still bleeding. After several minutes of futile struggling, he gave up.

Piper sat in front of him a chair that she had pulled miserably slowly from the master cabin, making sure to leave some scratches on the hardwood flooring. She knew he would be listening to his surroundings more intently now that his eyes were blindfolded. Piper turned on the recorder.

"P-piper…" He whined. "I don't know why you are doing this but you have to let me go. Please let me go."

"We both know why you are here. I can't let you go until you tell me what I need to know." Piper calmly said.

"What?" He cried.

"Are you working for Kubra Balik?" Piper asked, close to his ear.

He stopped his whining as if something clicked back into its place. He tilted his head back and sighed. Piper was taken aback by his sudden change of behaviour. Suddenly, he was calm and collected like he had somehow anticipated this moment.

He grinned. His front tooth was missing and the rest of his teeth were drenched in blood. He spat near Piper's feet. And laughed like a psychopath. Hollow and short.

"Is that what you want, Agent Chapman? You want me to confess that I work for Balik." Larry chuckled. "I never thought you would be this stupid. Or is it the love for that drug dealing lover that's making you lose your wits, huh?"

Piper gripped the hunting knife tightly and plunged it into the flesh just above his right knee. He cried out in pain as blood spluttered out and dripped onto the floor. She left the blade to rest inside his wound so that it would hurt like hell by the smallest of movements. Larry huffed out and groaned being as still as possible.

"I was given the same training as you. I know how to handle it. You can't break me with pain, Piper."

"Then, you should know that everyone says that until the pain begins." She smirked, twisting the knife on his knee. "I am gonna ask you again-"

Larry laughed. He laughed at her. Like he was in on a joke that she didn't know. It made her uneasy. Larry was going against the predictions.

"Even if I tell you everything, even if I confess everything, who's gonna believe you? The agency hates you, the nation hates her. Who is gonna believe that an honest, well respected agent like me is involved in all this. I could get away by saying that you forced it out of me. That I said whatever you wanted me to say. What will you do then, huh?"

"You don't have to worry about that. Right now, I only want the truth." Piper said. Larry's newfound confidence was scaring the fuck out of her. He wasn't as easy as she had anticipated. And he seemed to know something that she didn't. Was he prepared for this? No way. Unless…

She heard hurried footsteps from staircase leading up to the front deck. It was Alex. She seemed worried. She came running to her and asked with concern,

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Piper said, confused by her sudden appearance. "Why are you here?"

"Is that -" Larry interrupted. "Is that Alex Vause? She's here with you?" He chuckled.

"Your phone-" Alex said, ignoring him. "It isn't working. We waited for the transmission but it never came."

"What?" Piper was shocked. She took out her phone and as she had been told, it wasn't working. The screen had weird thick black spots and it wasn't responding to her touch.

"The same is happening with the laptop." Alex whispered in her ear.

"Fuck."

Larry leaned in to listen to their conversation with an amused smile. He was tied up and beaten but smug as fuck.

"It's called a network jammer. NSA grade. Piper knows how those work. I turned one on, when you hit me. Surprise, surprise-"

Piper dashed to him in pure rage. One hand on the hunting knife and other on his mouth, she pushed it further. He screamed into her hand. Screamed like a dying person as the knife moved through his muscles, twisting and cutting everything on its way. His face turned red like it was about to explode. She didn't stop until it was at least four inches inside.

"Arghh…"

"You know what we call this, Larry?" Piper said casually. "Enhanced interrogation."

Larry grunted and slithered in his chair. The pain was agonising. The blood had already soaked into his khaki chinos. It was dripping on his shiny boat floor and flowing into the river. Alex hung back, looking in the opposite direction.

"You and I we have been on this side of the table enough times to know when a person breaks. I think we are close, aren't we Larry?" Piper sat back down on her chair. She leaned in to speak to him, making sure that her words sounded effortless. "You are losing blood. A lot. If I were you, I would be worried about losing sensation in my leg. It can do lasting damage. You know that already, don't you? But… what happens when I pull it out? Should I pull it out?" Piper gripped the handle of the knife and rotated it ever so slightly.

"No! No! Stop! Please, stop!" Larry begged. He knew very well that pulling out the hunting knife will only result in rapid blood loss. He leaned back, whimpering. "You don't know what you are dealing with. You have n-no idea."

"Enlighten me." Piper put a hand on his shoulder and whispered in his ear, keeping an eye on Alex who stood pretty far with her hands folded in front of her. She looked determined to stay but uncomfortable nonetheless.

"He is a very powerful man." Larry said.

"Kubra Balik?" She prompted.

"No. Balik is just a puppet in his game." Larry scoffed.

"Who is he?" Piper screamed at his face. "Who is he! What do you do for him?"

Larry sobbed. He sobbed like a child. He was shaking as tears flowed down from underneath his blindfold.

"Oh, c'mon." She was frustrated. She gripped the knife handle and yanked it out.

His screams echoed throughout the harbour. Ear piercing screams born out of pure suffering. He was

convulsing horribly on his seat. This went on for minutes as blood poured out of his knee onto the floorboard and pooled beneath his feet.

"C'mon, Larry." Piper said. "You can stop this. You know you can stop this. Tell me what I want to know and this stops."

"No. No. No. No…" he cried.

Piper sighed. Alex had her eyes closed and face away from the scene. She could only imagine what Alex must be thinking. But, suddenly, Alex came forward determinedly. She had the steel rod in her hand.

"Do you love your boat, Larry?" Alex asked calmly.

"What?" Larry stopped crying. "What? What? What?"

"You love your boat. You came here in the middle of the night for this, right?" She continued. Piper gave her a questioning look. Alex mouthed her to remain calm. She knew a thing or two about manipulating people.

"You wouldn't! No! You wouldn't!" He cried out.

"Oh, yes, I would."

Alex swung the bar at a nearby glass panel. It shattered to pieces. Larry jerked up on his chair at the sound of it breaking. Alex did the same to all the glass panelling on the front deck one by one. Larry begged her to stop. He screamed and cried but to no avail. He jerked so hard that the handcuffs cut into his flesh.

"I love the flooring, Larry." Alex said as a matter of fact. "I am really interested in seeing what a chainsaw will do to it. We have one in our car actually. I should bring it up, huh."

"You know how to stop this. You can stop this." Piper kept saying in his ear.

"Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay." He yelled. "I'll talk. Just stop. Stop. Stop."

Piper and Alex exchanged a look and Alex dropped the bar. They patiently waited for him to fill the silence. He finally gave in with a groan.

"I am the messenger. I work between him and Kubra. I tell Kubra whatever he needs, okay? Just the information."

"The people we captured from Kubra's ring? Were you the one who gave him the locations?" Piper yelled at him.

"Yes! Yes!" Larry yelled back. "I don't regret that. Those people deserved to die anyway!"

"And the children's hospital? You knew about that too? Did they deserve to die?"

"They- they were a collateral damage! Things have to get bad before they get better!"

"Did your boss feed you those words? Or are they your own?"

"He- He is a genius. You would never understand him. He- he… once he gets what he wants, I'll be his man. Not even that stupid Kubra Balik will be there-"

"What is Kubra getting out of this deal?"

"A new identity. A new life. Here in America. Once he gets rid of Alex Vause. He is his scapegoat. He will go down just like Vause once he is done."

"So, JF wants to be a king?"

Larry looked surprised on hearing his name from Piper. He certainly hadn't expected her to know the name.

"What? You thought I don't know about him? I do, Larry. Kubra's financial records. They clearly show his involvement with this JF and the funding for the attacks."

He laughed. "You can't fool me, Piper. You wouldn't be grilling me if you had everything … you know- you know that getting Kubra won't be enough. You know that he is just a pawn. You know how powerful JF is, don't you?"

"He is fucking coward. That's for sure. Hiding behind his puppets. Keeping his hands clean."

"Only if you knew. Only if you knew." Larry scoffed. "I know why you want to get him. I know. It's about your reputation. You don't want to be wrong. But nobody believes you. Nobody believes you or your drug dealing girlfriend. So, what the hell? Yes, I am the fucking messenger. I am the one who leaked information from the agency. I am the one who framed your girlfriend. And yes, I will be one standing beside him when he wins the world. I will be the one by his side. And - and at the end of the day you two will be sick- sick terrorists who bombed a hospital full of sick children and tortured an honest agent. At the end of the day, nobody will fucking believe you!"

"This is it." Piper sighed and picked up the hunting knife from the pool of blood.

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A/N :

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