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LET SLEEPING BLOOD LIE

Chapter 28 - Answers

Once she was 'in' everyone she knew including herself could be in immediate danger. But...she could still walk away...

Jane stared at the woman, the doctor, showing no emotion, thinking, contemplating...

"You will have about 30 minutes, no one will interfere, make good use of your time because you won't get another chance to ask her what you need to ask." Shannon had told her, she hadn't asked what that meant, she wasn't sure she wanted to know, but it didn't have anything to do with her, it was about something else. She knew only that they had found her by the doctors signature on the release form from her own abduction on her very heavily redacted file.

Jane cleared her throat before speaking again, she wasn't going anywhere, she couldn't, "You were part of it. You decided how best to control me, get me to do what you wanted."

The woman says nothing, she doesn't deny it, she just watches as Jane continues, "You were clever, we both know that, not to leave any visible scars, no torn out fingernails, cut off appendages, burn marks, drugs in my system. I guess you studied my police record, huh, found out that physical pain doesn't tend to be very effective means of control on me."

Jane saw the smirk on the doctors lips, the micro expression, it was there then it was gone almost as quickly, "And everything you had planned for me was so that nothing could trace it back to you...to your organization. To leave that nice outward public appearance intact."

The doctor starts to slowly unbutton her dress jacket, no big movements, casual, like breathing, Jane knows she is preparing for a fight, and she is probably a black belt or something too.

"I only did my job" she finally counters, as if it explained everything, all too aware her silence hasn't been fooling Jane. She slips her jacket off and folds it over her bag.

Jane squeezes and loosens her fists, merely to indicate back that she knows what the woman is up too and it isn't psyching her out at all, the non verbal cues stronger between them than words could ever be.

"I liked you Jane, I never hurt you, remember? I never once harmed you. I was even good to you." she slowly removes her glasses and drops them onto her jacket without taking her eyes off Jane.

"You threatened Maura. You chose the method of torture and I presume you have been part of my 'post operative care'." Jane growls deeply teeth clenched holding up her hand with three fingers extended.

She notices the woman's eyes show a momentary flicker of terror.

Maybe she isn't trained after all, maybe she is just a doctor. A real doctor like Maura.

The woman removes her rings and slides them into her pocket, "You don't know what you're dealing with here, Jane..."

Then again, maybe not.

"...More importantly..." the doctor continues slowly, every word emphasised with a troubling inflection. Her expression stony. She takes a cautious half step closer to Jane, "You don't know who you're dealing with...you don't know anything." her tone just plain mocking, ridiculing, and Jane recalled that she had heard the exact words before.

"You don't know anything. Everything you think you know is only everything you have been allowed to know." The cold male voice with no face in the shadows had said it to her many weeks ago causing a brand new wave of sickening anxiety to fill her, she took a slow deep breath keeping her mind and emotions in check, she could not let this woman know in the slightest than anything had or could affect her.

"90% of fight happens before the first strike..." Anna's voice echoed calmly through her mind, "..It happens up here", she had been holding Jane's wrist as she said those words and she had used Jane's hand to point at Jane's temple. Anna had been holding her wrist so tightly, so urgently, squeezing the semi-healed scar tissue just under her wrist straps as if their lives both depended on it, "You have to psychologically lower their guard. Think about what you're saying, break their chain of thought. Distract them. They will be doing the same to you...remember that"

The urgency in Anna's tone, and the feeling of her own fingertip brushing her temple, somehow she knew she would never forget.

"And that moment you see their mind is distant, thinking, those cogs turning...then attack. The unexpected element of surprise. Finish the fight in first shot if you can."

This doctor was setting her up to surprise attack her, get her angry and thinking about who she was dealing with instead of the here and now. But she could play this game too.

Jane moving one arm across her chest tucking it under her armpit and the other arm she folded in half so her fist was resting under her chin. She outwardly appeared just to be thinking...but she was prepared.

Left foot forward she reminds herself relaxing naturally into position

"You should go." The woman tries to assert her power position over Jane, a subtle shift in her perceived power, she wrongly assumed she had had an effect on Jane, that Jane was weaker.

She seemed taller than Jane remembered but a lot less cocky than when she was her prisoner. She isn't wearing flats, thats why she is taller, not as tall as me though.

"Why is that, Doctor, are you afraid of me?" Jane says stepping slightly closer, there is now only about three feet between them.

The doctor smiles with contempt, a snicker or a snort, her beauty suddenly disappears as her face becomes contorted with hatred and disdain. Her lips compressed together tightly, angrily.

"You don't even know what I really want" Jane adds without moving.

Pre-emptive Jane. Keep you balance. Short straight punches in a clean straight line, don't waste energy and force by swinging wide.

The woman stares at Jane her eyebrows crease momentarily, like she's just been told those glasses she couldn't find all day have been on her head the entire time. Her mouth drops open as for a moment her brain races with all the things Jane might actually want from her, why she is really there, "Oh, I...What do you w-"

Jane throws her fist, thats been tucked under her chin, forward towards the doctors ear, her hand changing midair into a scoop shape, it slams forcefully and accurately into the target, forcing air into the doctors ear causing her to stumble backwards, loosing her balance momentarily, swaying side to side, her eardrum ruptured and painful. She cries out in pain and surprise trying to and successfully regaining her footing. She didn't see it coming, it was too fast to sharp...

Just as she has got her balance shakily back, Jane has already stepped towards her and swung her arm out again, with just as much speed and power, straight out and downwards sharply directly into her clavicle. Jane feels it crack beneath her wrist with the force, the woman cries out again, gasping, leaning forward and swaying again

"Seven pounds of pressure will break the clavicle" Jane repeats the words of Maura in her head.

Then without any pause Jane steps forward again and throws her left elbow out forcefully into the hunched doctors sternum, she can't tell if she has broken it or if it will just be bruised, if she had aimed perfectly it was broken, either way it had to hurt like hell, the woman finally looses her balance and falls backwards to the ground, moving one arm to her ear and the other to her chest as her legs sprawl around her. She groans and rocks in pain and shock, heaving and grunting.

Jane smiles, she is proud of herself, Anna would be proud too. She has disabled the doctor without harming her face, allowing her the ability to answer questions without hinderance. She squats down in front of the doctor looking down at her, giving her a few moments to catch her breath.

"I want names."

The woman doesn't answer

"50 pounds of pressure on the joint between the mandible and the skull will break it.." Jane adds for good measure, a verbal threat of what will come momentarily without compliance, "I don't really want to hurt you, doctor, just tell me who you work for?"

She looks at Jane, her eyes full of trepidation. Jane has never seen this expression on this woman, but she doesn't care anymore, her own face shows no empathy or sadness, her countenance is hard, cold, calculated. She isn't angry anymore, the anger is past.

The woman realizing how disadvantaged and vulnerable she is at this point concedes, "Ok...I'll tell ...you" she says with clenched teeth between gasps

Maura is talking to herself now, everything else forgotten, her full attention on every detail like it might solve some mysterious puzzle, "When she arrived at my house she looked hurt or maybe lost. It took her a moment to register I had opened the front door for her and was standing there. Then she looked up at me, her expression like she was guilty of something. She didn't say anything for a moment, like the place she was in wouldn't allow her to leave. The she saw me, really saw me, and she covered all the emotions and smiled at me. I knew she wouldn't talk about it, but it was like a glimpse into something unspeakable..."

"How do you always look like you're dressed for a photo shoot?"

Maura chuckles, "I dressed up for you"

Jane's eyes darkened seductively and she steped into the doorway wrapping an arm around Maura's waist and walking into the house closing the door behind her. She leans as close to Maura's lips as possible without touching them teasingly, "Thank you for that."

"She went about everything as though it was normal...but I knew something had happened. Something bad."

Maura thought about later that evening when she opened the bathroom door as Jane was changing into her pajamas, she was topless, the contusion over her back was fresh, still in it's first stages of colour, a huge patch of red interspersed with blue from the upper lumbus to the dorsum and also the backs of her arms. When she had turned at the sound of the door opening Maura saw the bruising was across her thorax also, in a horizontal line, identical to football tackle injuries and usually in conjunction with cracked ribs. She had gasped in surprise at the sight, and Jane had reached her arms up to cover her bare chest.

Lying in bed together shortly after, the silence had been deafening. But Jane still held her tightly as if she felt no pain, as if nothing had happened. Jane hadn't stayed all night, she had disappeared sometime between 3 and 5am. Maura knew this because she had woken at 2am and had watched Jane sleeping for almost an hour, just studying her face, her features, she looked different...sort of different. Jane had murmured incoherently a few times in her sleep. Maura had eventually drifted off and had woken again just after 5am and knew without looking she was now alone in her bed.

Maura sighed sadly to herself. What could she do, what should she do. It was a puzzle that didn't have enough pieces.

She had a name. She had the cover organization and the real organization above it. Between the elated feeling of victory and the possibly truthful answers she now had, Jane lets her guard down, and the doctor can tell. And in that split second when Jane starts to stand up to her feet from crouching in front of the sitting doctor, the doctor lunges into Jane's torso pushing off her shins and using her right shoulder. She still cries out at the pressure on her broken clavicle and bruised sternum. Jane is lifted into the air and slammed backwards with force into the passenger door of the car behind her leaving a deep depression in the door. Her head rocks backwards as her body stops its reverse trajectory suddenly, and she groans as her spine takes the force of the impact and then she slumps forward against the doctor who then drops her to the ground and stumbles backward again, her balance still off from her ruptured eardrum. The car starts to squeal in a high pitch repetitive pattern as the alarm kicks in. Jane grunts as she pushes herself off the ground shakily to her knees and stares angrily at her opponent leaning heavily on the dented screaming car beside her.

"You almost had me", the woman laughs, she sounds and looks maniacal as she flounders slightly trying to gather her bag in her arms, digging around inside looking for something.

Jane tries to move, to get up, she has to stop the doctor from finding whatever she is looking for, Shannon never mentioned what would happen if she died at the hands of the this woman and she hadn't thought to ask.

The doctor speaks as she finds what she's been looking for, "Almost from the beginning, the CIA engaged not only in the collection of intelligence information, but also in covert operations which involved overturning governments, rigging elections, carrying on paramilitary operations, assassinating foreign officials, protecting former Nazis and lying to Congress." She smiles almost delightfully as she pulls a syringe full of yellow liquid out of her bag, "Under the cabal, government contracts, favors and above all, wealth, are based on favoritism – on being 'on the inside' or 'in the loop'. The worldwide conspiracy being orchestrated by an extremely powerful and influential group of genetically-related individuals which include many of the world's wealthiest people, top political leaders, and corporate elite whose goal is to create a One World Government, stripped of nationalistic and regional boundaries, that is obedient to their agenda."

The doctor steps towards Jane eyeing her up carefully, ready to finally destroy her, "Not everything is a conspiracy, but let's face it Jane, those who strive for power are also those most likely to abuse it. The correct use of power requires integrity and wisdom, virtues human nature doesn't come with naturally, but are acquired, therefore rare. Because of this those who gain power will lack the integrity and wisdom to use it correctly. And so conspiracies arise, for conspiracies are nothing more than underhanded schemes of self-serving individuals bent on gaining and maintaining power..."

Joe Friday : Why did no one else understand or believe what happened to me? No other groups I mean...like you did.

1nC0gn1t0 : You're up late

Joe Friday : Can't sleep

1nC0gn1t0 : Slides

Joe Friday : Slides?

1nC0gn1t0 : It is a CIA term for a conditioned type of response which dead ends a person's thinking and terminates debate or examination of the topic at hand. For example, the mention of the word "conspiracy" often solicits a slide response with many people.

Joe Friday : So the media will uses the word conspiracy in order to nullify a person or topic? Or when I question something considered conspiratorial they shut me down.

1nC0gn1t0 : Correct. What most people believe to be 'Public Opinion' is really a carefully crafted and scripted propaganda designed to elicit a desired behavioral response from the public. Public opinion polls are really taken with the intent of gauging the public's acceptance of the planned programs or beliefs. A strong showing in the polls tells them that the programming is "taking", while a poor showing tells the manipulators that they have to recast or "tweak" the programming until the desired response is achieved.

Joe Friday : My god. Thats why you told me to stop watching the television.

1nC0gn1t0 : Partially yes, television is designed to control the publics perception or reality, if a reporter or show disses something then the people are afraid to go against the it. But the other reason is that the television is a brainwashing tool, a tool for maintaining power. That is why the people you sought for help before finding me caused you to feel like you were confused or wrong or crazy. They were brainwashed even though they seemed to be on the outside themselves. Often a conspiracy is so large so complicated that it seems impossible and therefore laughable, the brain slides right over it into the manipulated opinion. The other reason is that all television shows will give you a very biased view of the government and federal organizations like the FBI and CIA, that they are good and can be trusted...and with where you are going that lie will not serve you well.

The doctor is fast approaching and although every step appears to pain her she is in control now.

'Come on Jane. Don't give them a second to gain momentum or get the upper hand'.
Nope no good...she's already got the upper hand
Her brain fires through her training to gather something helpful. Anna had trained her not to get herself in this position, less on how to get out of it.
'Aim for the top of head in the facial area...a good solid head butt...don't cause the person to flinch first or they will move and your aim will be off and you could hurt yourself'
Damn it I'm not standing right now, something useful, anything...
She was starting to panic and nothing helpful was coming to her right now, the doctor was a few feet away and any second that needle would be in her arm. Sure Shannon would do his thing to the doctor after but she had no idea what was in that needle. She wasn't even that injured. She just had no plan right now and she couldn't move without a plan...

"I lied earlier. I did want to hurt you. And I'm not sorry either." she growls at the doctor who is now hovering over her

"I understand Jane, and I'm not sorry either." she smirks

Jane lunges at the doctor in almost the exact way she got surprised and crushed into the car earlier, only Jane lunges lower into the pelvic region grabbing the doctors thighs throwing her upwards and due to Jane's height lifts her high into the air before dropping her backwards. There's no car to break or slow the fall, only the concrete which collides with the doctors head with a thud that seems to echo along with the car alarm still complaining incessantly.

Jane checks her pulse,

Well she isn't dead...

...to be continued...