Heather's Asylum

"Or else what?"

"I'll blow the whistle on this whole place, and potentially destroy it..." Crest was in a really desperate place right now. To him, Raven was the biggest threat to Sam and their child. He was ready and willing to do anything to get his enemy in prison.

"And also..." He grabbed her throat and started squeezing.

"It's amazing how similar... You can be to your enemies..."  Heather says between breaths as she gets choked by him.  "I can't really speak... If you're cutting my oxygen..."

"I do what is necessary..." He told her as he threw her to the ground, "Talk... now..."

Heather thinks for a long time, debating whether to tell him.  "Well, it should be obvious to everyone that knows her what she's set to do now, given her master's current situation..."

Raven was like a dog to Crouch, everything he needed she'd accommodate. Now that he was powerless her first instinct would be to resupply him with power. 

Possible targets:
Himself- 20% probability. She knows they're on even footing.
River- 70% probability. Vengeance for weakening Crouch, steal her power.
Random Target- 10% probability. Not wanton. Uncalculating is not her nature.

"That's who she's going to target now where is she bunkered down in?"

"Why would that be important when she's not even there currently?"

"If I threaten Crouch she'll come running back."

"Unless, of course, she'd be successful before you even got there..."

"Hence my urgency for your answer!" He kicked her hard in the stomach.

Heather gasps.  She's strong mentally, but no where near strong physically.  "What do you know... Of Raven's past?"

"Stop with the riddles and tell me..."

"I'm just curious... It would really show how well you know your enemy... Isn't that the first step to defeating one's enemy?"

OOC IF you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles.
-Sun Tzu

IC

"I'm short on time..."

OOC I'm off to bed, night! :*

OOC Night! :*  

IC "Did you know that she used to be good friends with Topher?"

"Christophe Noir." But how could that be? She would need to be near...

"Paris."

Heather says nothing else, curious to see if he can figure out where in Paris.

"Tell me where..."

"I want to see if you can figure it out yourself..."

He raised his fist and put it at eye level to her, "Did I ask?"

"Of course not. But you're smarter than you seem. Surely you can figure it out..."

"I know I can. I'd rather be saved the time..."

"It's too bad my curiosity is so high..."

"Too bad for you..." He punched her again, "Answers, NOW."

Heather presses a button in her pocket after the punch, bringing in some security. Her act of emotions comes back on. "This boy needs to be restrained! He's very violent!" The people move to try and inject a calming drug to knock him out.