Laughter was perhaps not the reaction Erik was expecting, wrapping some of the guards within barbed wire looked like a painful experience; it was something he wouldn't wish to be put through, but that didn't matter. However, laughter from his side was something which oddly did matter. Not calling Valeryia out as sadistic, but there was definitely something rather sadistic about laughing at men basically impaled on sharp spikes of wire and being pulled down to the ground hard, and even being pulled along.
It was odd, because truly this seemed like the first real time he had heard her laugh. Like proper laughter. Which led to the sadist thing becoming more of a prominent thing. He wasn't going to question it, if that's what her sense of humour was, then who was he to judge? He could silently judge, of course, but that was something else entirely.
"I wasn't expecting that." Valeryia's eyes slowly flicked up at him and looked from the corner of her eyes. "Well aren't you full of surprises? Shall we?" She gestured to the rough track ahead of them.
"Try not to get shot," Erik said deciding to use her own words against her. He was pretty certain she wasn't bullet proof. Not saying he was, but he had more luck avoiding the bullet than she did. Regardless he took off running down the gravelly track with her quickly behind him. She was fast, and didn't seem to tire quickly, she easily sprinted after him and got sick and tired of her hat falling in her face halfway through. So much so that she pulled it from her head and shoved it in her pocket as she ducked under the small barricade bar that Erik just manipulated to open with a flick of his arm.
Naturally having people already plucked from sight caused those still standing on guard to be on alert. Their attention heightened if anything upon seeing two figures running towards from across the muddy field. Guns were raised only to be pulled forwards by Erik raising both arms and pulling them back towards himself. The men rolled down the bank which was present, their guns sliding before them at quite a small distance away.
One man commenced getting up only to be met with a knee to the face, he fell back down and Erik continued on, only to pause when he didn't hear footsteps. Turning and looking over his shoulder, he raised an eyebrow and watched as the second man went skidding through the mud. Valeryia smiled rather happily with herself and dropped her hand. All she had done was simply push a hand against his shoulder and he went sparking off to the side. Admittedly she seemed quite surprised that he didn't blow up, or his arm didn't detach itself from his body, but all in all she trotted after him happily.
She was an interesting partner for the moment, that much he couldn't even deny. Charles wasn't a bad person to undertake missions with, he seemed to balance himself out quite well. But there was always something so restricting about Charles. Like he was not prepared to fully commit and go all out to see the end come, or to get the result that he desired.
Valeryia, however, having no concept apparently on what was deemed right or wrong had no trouble almost blowing a man's arm off for the sake of getting entrance into a building.
Not saying that her lack of judgement and knowing could be used to advantage, but any opportunist wouldn't forget these character traits of hers.
Walking up the steps which led to the front door, Erik glanced at her to see her completely stoic faced and staring ahead. He led the way and she stayed a little behind him, she looked around the area though. This place was plush, that was for certain. Marble appearance and fine drapes, it was certainly screaming wealth and power, that was for sure.
Hearing a click Erik, turned and grabbed onto her arm and pulled her to the side while extending his other and using what was left of the gun to knock the man out. He looked down at the girl he was still gripping onto. "Don't get shot, for you to avoid this, I suggest not daydreaming." He let her go, she shoved him away from herself to get distance and walked forwards only to double back slowly. Erik ended up bumping into her back, he was quietly complaining under his breath about how her being here probably wasn't wise after all, regardless of her wishing to get answers or not; until he collided with her and looked to the two men before them. He rolled his eyes and did much the same with the other they had encountered. Disabling and taking apart their weaponry he made sure they were unconscious before walking past Valeryia.
He heard her quietly huff yet trailed after him in silence. Three times, Erik honestly didn't think he'd be saving someone from being almost shot three times, but hey, here he was. Hearing rushed footsteps, he as well as Valeryia looked over their shoulders to see a rather flustered Charles. He looked unhappily between them before walking over.
By the expression on his face it was rather clear he was going to have a few choice words with them later. But for now that could be forgotten, himself and Erik pushed open the door to see the formally named. Gedeon Orlov on the bed seemingly caressing thin air, he was talking to himself too, or to whoever he believed was before him. By the scantily clad woman sitting to one side, it didn't take much to figure out.
Valeryia let out a gagging noise as Erik and Charles looked truly confused at each other before looking forwards again. "Nice trick," Charles said lowly while struggling to find something more apt to say for the moment. There was probably a whole choice of words, but none seemed to quite fit the moment at hand. 
Slowly but surely the illusion was dissipating and as soon as it did confused brown eyes were flicking over the small group of people around him. Emma offered Gedeon a sickeningly sweet smile and shifted in the chair she was sitting in, while the other three just stood there.
All Valeryia got for the glance sent her way was: "Malen'kiy soldat?" Before the gun which was in his hands slowly drooped, along with the rest of him as Charles slowly sent him to sleep. For that she simply shouted out: "No!" And went to take a step forwards only for Erik to grab onto her sleeve and pull her back. She shook her head and seemed to wish to ignore the slowly crystallising woman before them for the sake of trying to wake the old man up. Erik was rather certain if Valeryia got near, she'd end up getting deflected, and from experience a hit from Emma did pack a punch.
She slowly stood, now in her shimmering crystal form. Hand glancing over the metal of the bed post as she looked to them. "Oh honey, you wanted him?" She just got glared at by Valeryia, who, Erik was rather pleased for the moment decided to actually stay silent. It seemed when she opted to talk it was usually just to say something lengthy and serious; they didn't exactly have time for her to recite one of her speeches now. Blue eyes slowly looked to Charles, "You can stop trying to read my mind, sugar." She said with an ounce of cockiness in her voice. Charles winced from a sudden shooting pain in his mind and looked back to see Emma just standing there simply. "You're never going to get anything while I'm like this." There was a moment of pause before she decided to try her luck and run. Running as fast as she could down the centre of the room she was met by both Charles and Erik. They each grabbed an arm and hauled her back.
Being suddenly on the ground and restricted by the bed post, Emma had no option but to sit and look up at the two of them. No matter how much she struggles, she wasn't getting out. In fact if she struggled the metal around her grew tighter. "Then you can just tell us." Erik said a little out of breath but sounding casual nonetheless. "Where's Shaw?" He questioned, any sense of casualness was lost as his tone grew serious. He stared down at the still very crystal diamond appearing woman. She stayed silent, of course she did, like she was going to openly speak the whereabouts of that man.
So in return Erik caused more of the frame to wrap around her, one thick cord whipped around her neck while others latched onto her arms; even though they were already caught at the wrists, the sudden extra restraints caused her arms to straighten and not slacken. She let out a choking noise from suddenly having her airways cut off, yet still looked determinedly up at them.
Even when the sounds of distant cracking and splintering was happening, she still looked up at them. Coaxing from Charles though eventually got Erik to stop, "All yours," he said while gesturing to the now very human looking Emma. She breathed heavily and glared from Erik and up to Charles. "She won't be shifting into diamond form again. And if she does, just give her a gentle tap." Erik had moved over to where Emma had been previously sitting. Valeryia was sitting in the seat next to that one, head firmly in her hands. She had been rather apart from this whole moment, Erik glanced up from the table and the content on it to her, she still remained unmoving. With a shrug he commenced helping himself to the drink which was on the table and turned and sat down as Charles took to rifling through Emma's mind. From the serious expression which flitted onto his face, Erik got the vibe that things weren't good.
Charles's words if anything just confirmed this. "This is worse than we previously imagined." He said while still remaining kneeling in front of Emma,who just sat there smirking away rather pleased with the images of war and destruction which he had spied within her mind. "We're taking you with us. CIA will want to question you themselves." He said as frankly as possible for her to get the point that this couldn't be questioned against.
Emma gave a small sigh, and a fidget which looked like it should've been a shrug. "I doubt it. They have bigger things to worry about right now." Which was all ominous in itself. Yet Charles slowly stood and sort to calling in the backup. There were no dangers present anymore, and they needed to properly deal with Emma and restrain her in such a way that she couldn't escape.
Erik looked suddenly to the side when there was a sharp inhale and Valeryia sat up straight. She looked dead ahead before slowly and looking to the unconscious man on the bed. With another short sigh she stood and walked over. "Oi," she slapped him on the face, there was nothing.
"I wouldn't try that, he's out for the count."
"Shut up," Valeryia walked back around and looked down at Emma, she just continued to smile up at her. Running a hand down her face she sat cross legged in front of her. "Did he ever mention knowing a man by the name of Artyom Vasiliev?"
Emma feigned a thoughtful expression and then smiled. "No, sorry, honey."
Valeryia inhaled deeply and tilted her head to the side. Reaching up she put a finger to Emma's neck, she winced from the contact. "I can make things explode, you know? I could make your head go in a second, I'll be in heaps of trouble for it...so I'll just, twist." Valeryia said while doing just that with her finger. Emma let out a pained noise and fidgeted, her feet kicked at the floor in an effort to escape. "Anything? You're a telepath, surely you've been in that man's mind. Think, and think hard and quick."
"There's nothing! He never mentioned him, and contact hasn't happened for years."
Valeryia moved her finger. She smiled, "Continue."
Emma looked spitefully at her before looking to Erik, he just looked between the two. Stopping Valeryia would make him a bit of a hypocrite. He'd evidently stumbled across something involving Shaw, who was he to stop her from finding information out about her own tormentor? Emma sighed and glared at Valeryia, "Prague. Two years ago."
"Wasn't so hard was it?" Valeryia smiled and pushed herself to a stand. She glared at Gedeon though. Oh the information she could've got from him. She turned and looked rather angrily at Charles as he reappeared, second hand information would have to do, even if it was perhaps a lie. How would she know?
Erik sat and watched as she thought over all possibilities here, before resigning herself to shaking her head and leaving the room. Charles walked over and looked to Erik for some form of explanation. He drunk more of his drink and stood up. "Are we ready to leave then?" He asked instead, much to Charles's annoyance. He simply sighed and hung his head and went off to explain the plan of action for Emma, yet in the background Valeryia could be seen pacing about running a hand through her hair before sliding down a wall and hanging her head in her hands.
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