Winston

Those Oysters weren't bad on the eyes, I had to say. I'd seen a few of them before, but they usually weren't responsive by that point. Life certainly looked good on them. And this one in particular... there was something about her spunk. When we searched her for the ring, I can't say I was upset when we didn't find it (or surprised, either). While we interrogated her, I slyly suggested we search her more thoroughly. As far as I was concerned, she could've hidden it anywhere on her person, not just in those pretty little pockets. Which meant, in my mind, a cavity search was in order.

"Won't do any good," the Oyster snapped, pointedly not looking at me. I chuckled, already imagining stripping her bare.

"Oh, I don't know about that."

"Winston," Mary sighed; I could practically hear her rolling her eyes. Looks like she was going to continue merely questioning her.

Damn.

Carpenter

How those blasted Resistance agents got me, I will never know. But, I knew that the Suits would find me eventually and arrest them all, so I decided to just go along with their little game. I expected torture, mind games, something that would get answers out of me or something like that. I hadn't expected to see a young brunette in a blue dress to run at me and call me "Dad."

I don't have children. I'm not married. I don't have time for a family, my work is far too important. I glared at the Prince, that vile traitor, and asked if this was another trick of his. Catapillar, the disgusting drug addict, asked how I couldn't know my own daughter. This was ridiculous.

Now she was puckering up, starting to cry, mumbling something about how much she and her mother had missed me. Carol, she tells me, my "wife" misses me so much, but tries not to show it. I shook my head a little as she began to truly cry. "Don't cry, Jellybean." I stopped, wondering where in the hell that came from.

It seemed to encourage them, which made me want to scream. This was madness, pure and simple. Then she pulled out a watch. It seemed familiar. She put it on my wrist, and that's when the Suits arrived. With Mad March.

Bullets went off, and before I could think I was covering her body with my own. I felt the need to protect her, but covered my mistake by acting like I was restraining her.

I didn't have a daughter. My work is too important.