Sara looked over uneasily at Sands... as he smiled.. "I'll be charitable.. just this once.. and count that as one of your truthful answers.. So. .. " he said. letting his honeyed voice soften.. "I take it you know more about why the CIA has sent you.. of all people.. down here over... well.. this" he gestured towards his bandages across his eyes "than I currently do.. and since it involves a subject close to my heart.. i.e. me.. So .. what did they send you to do.. specifically?" " he asked as he.. disconcertingly seeming to 'look' over at her again..

Sara was still slightly fazed by that .. she could swear that this man took in more blind than the average person did sighted.. in fact she was totally sure of it.. unfortunately so was he. .. the man was nothing if not the picture of confidence.. and she found herself wondering what you would find behind it, if you managed to dig all the way through it.. she was sure.. the blinding must have had some impact.. somewhere.. however she had to concentrate on not losing too badly at this damn game.. and then get her actual job done.. though his offer was more fun.. it was.. she had no doubt a slippery slope when you started playing with Agent Sands.

"I was sent to see how you are dealing with the torture you under went, and its possible psychological affects. The CIA always likes to know, how, how it predicted those it hired would react, and how they did... in fact if bad things happened.. I am meant to assess how ready for active duty.. you are.. obviously purely on a state of mind, basis, I believe there are some more experimental prosthetics that the hospital also want the chance to test out , perhaps"

Sands tilted his head. and seemed again to look in her directing.. he drummed his fingers for a moment on the bedside cabinet.. "Experimental.. you mean.. ones that actually help you to see?"

Damn Sara thought she was hoping he wouldn't pick up on that and ask directly like that.. she sighed "They don't think it can really do that in any way you'd recognise as seeing.. more.. some sensuary awareness" she tried to make it sound nothing

"But.. that all means seeing.. more seeing than I've got.. And for this. you want to know about torture?"" Sands said with an amused tone.. "Well for such a thing.. I best really pull something out if the hat,.. spill my guts on what the drill felt like when it went in?..What it feels like when the lights go out when your eyeball explodes under the drills tender attentions.. Or.. what its like to see the faces of those ready to do that to you.. people you far rather be killing for it.. rahrer than have 'it' done.. hell you'd kill them anyway.. right?" he smiled slightly.. "Or perhaps how it really feels to kill a man.. or woman.. but your main problem doctor.. is that you are approaching this as the doctor and not as the agent. To know you just have to do it.. " he leaned closer to her "see its like describing sex to a virgin, you can go for all the hot and heavy discription you like, but it just can never capture what its like.. the real deed.. the real deal.. words.. well.. they hardly cut it..right?" he chuckled "Thats why most people aren't having conversations as they fuck.. they just groan or scream their lungs out.. " he said close to her.. listening intently to her breathing as he talked in a lazy soft seductive tone he liked.. ." Then again do it.. I mean give yourself truly over to it.. and your screwed.. one way or another" he smirked over at her.. "Ok.. that was predictable.. but lets face it, the real problem here Doctor, is you can try and judge what its like to be me. and what I am.. how fit or sick... til your blue in the face.. but until you step into my skin.. and play for keeps.. anything less and you'll just never.. ever get it"

He listened for her reaction... he'd set a challenge.. and he was.. he had to confess mildly interested in her response.. there was little else to do to fill his time

"And you think that playing at being you would help me in some way?" Sara said with an incredulous tone.. even though hshe knew what he said made total sense.

"No.. not playing.. for real" he tilted his head.. ""Be me.. or part of me.. Well there is a thought.. Doctor..you want to see the world how I do.. there is a real simple way.. be my eyes.. "you said you were an agent, not just a doctor.. some blind folks get a seeing eye dog.. some a cane.. just for the hell of it.. Doc.. audition for the bit part.. of my eyes" he shot her a tight little smile.. Sara frowned.. he had set that up neat.. put her into a damn corner.. where to turn him down implied his superiority, that he had won that argument.. that she knew.. sighted.. she couldn't cut it on some real mission he could do blind.. and if she turned him down he was not the type to make such an offer again.. it was her one chance to get into his head and see how he worked.. she nodded slowly.. and looked over at him..

"Ok.. I am in.. I can do that.." she said.. in a confident tone.. she had pulled a few missions ok.. a few years back.. and othing like this.. rookie stuff.. but she'd be damned if she was folding this early in the game.. though she wasn't sure this was a game she really should be playing... there was something about Sands.. that she felt could mainipulate you even when you were trying to avoid that very thing..

"Thats good..sugar.. but just know.. this could get a bit messy.. Now.. we need to get us down to Mexico.. there is that good bit of pork that needs, evening out yet" he smiled over at her..

"I just know your just messing with me there... knowing there is no way I know what I've agreed to"

"Oh. murder.. mayhem.. your general .. and quite specific madness" he said.. with a smirk

Sara let out a sigh.. that should be no surprize. not when you were dealing with Sands.. but the reality of it.. was.. "Ok.. well.. " she said hoping for some time to get her head way around this.. "When do you expect to be.. going on this.. mission with me?" she asked

He flung back the bed sheets "No time like the present.. get the doctors to sign me out.. we fly to Mexico.. Do the dance number.. send a few deserving folks straight to Broadway.. and back here in time for the nice Docs. to do their next round of. .treatment.. and you to deliver your report on how sane and lovely I am" he chuckled

Sara sighed.. he was milking this.. but it was tempting.. the agency had halted her career as agent.. directing her to be a doctor.. she could be that anywhere.. that was not why she had joined the CIA... this character manipulated the whole game..mind games and no doubt mind fucks were his speciality..strangely.. that just made this all the more appealing. ..not that she planned on being screwed over by Sands.. but, the game.. getting out there for real. .and seeing how this very warped and just now, fractured character worked.. Hell no one would get this 'in' again.. he needed up close and personnel help.. and she was the only one with the invite.. she smiled.. "I doubt that will be the exact nature of my report, but if the doctors are willing to sign you out, I think we can work that, but you will be in my care, and its on the strict understanding that, when I call this, the game stops" she stated, she was not going to act this out as some puppy dog to be yanked around, just cos she was being his eyes for him,she was not passing up control that easily.

Sands read this in her tone and chuckled "What game?.. this is going to be.. horribly real.. blood, sweat and guts; real.. But.. you'll love it" he said with a glib tone, that was meant to just fall short of being any real reassurance "but before we race off to Mexico.. to go do missions and such.. lets see if we can handle the basics.. lets try.. " he looked as if he was searching for some suitable task.. "Walking.. take my arm, baby, and lets go down the corridor a way.. tell you what.. take me to the bathroom.. I have been ringing for the damn nurse for five minutes..and I need a piss.. " He smirked again "So can you handle it?" he said

"Handle what?" Sara asked in a shocked tone.. Sands chuckled..

"Hell I know ya find me irresistable , Doll, but not that.. not yet anyway.. " he teased..at least she thought he was teasing, Sara cursed slightly under her breath.. as she led Sands to the toilet.. she made mental lists.. she had to go talk to the CIA and get clearance for this.. she had a feeling they would let this one fly.. and then the doctors, to see if they would.. if Sands was fit to be out and around.. she would have to make sure of that.. and to get him any medications like pain killers needed , and she had a feeling she could definately make good use of a tranquilizer gun on him, if he was going to let his plans, and mouth run on as much as he liked.