"Now, dear girl, be reasonable," the man across from her gave a smile that was halfway between a leer and a smirk. Cartha reguarded him dispassionately as he continued, standing and walking casually around her desk, "Think of what I can offer you. I know the location of the Brotherhood base, I know the security, and I am *well* acquainted with the capabilities of many members." He was behind her now, and leaned over to say in her ear, "And I assure you my capabilities are *more* than satisfactory..." He ran a finger down her arm suggestively.

Cartha turned her head just slightly to fix her grey eyes on him. "I don't deal with traitors, Mr. Falcone."

"Oh but I am so much more," he all but purred.

Cartha had already pressed the call button at her foot. "Trey and Hestia will see ye out, Mr. Falcone."

His face twisted in anger and to her mild surprise his iron grip tightened on her arm and he hauled her to her feet, slamming her against the desk.

In the next instant he was on his back on the floor with her boot planted on his chest. Cartha drew her knife with a hiss. Trey and Hestia entered the room and immediately flanked her. "Take th' trash out," Cartha all but sneered, stepping on and over him and sitting back down. Falcone growled and started to lunge up but was met by Trey's fist before he got halfway. He slumped to the ground and the half-Raptrin slung him over his shoulder and carried him out.