Reverend Norv wrote:There was still something haunted in Radcliffe's grey eyes: something caught in tension between revulsion and empathy, unable to flee to the safety of either. He smiled a little at Mikhailov's question. "A condition," he repeated. "All right. I'll consider it. As for the plan: this operation is under VASCU jurisdiction - my arm of the FBI. And I am the ranking VASCU agent on site." Radcliffe took a small cloth from a pocket of his tweed coat, and polished the lenses of his glasses. "Whatever my fellow agents want, they'll do as I say. And besides" - here the agent allowed himself a small smile - "unpopular as I may be, I still doubt any of my colleagues would burn down the funeral home with me inside it."
"So what I need you to do is get me inside the building. Take me to Silvanus. Without security noticing." Radcliffe's fingers tapped the leather of his briefcase thoughtfully. "Just me. If I wanted to get a SWAT team inside, I would be going through the front wall with an armored vehicle and calling in LAPD helicopters. But then a lot of people would die, and I'd like to resolve this without that happening. If I can." Radcliffe glanced thoughtfully across the cell at Mikhailov, and spoke slowly, with obvious care in choosing his words. "Understand, Mister Mikhailov, that I am a law enforcement officer. But the nature of my jurisdiction means that my first responsibility is the protection of the public, not the punishment of the guilty." Radcliffe's gaze was steady. "What happened at the Coven of Purple Hearts - that can't happen again. As long as that is assured, I have some - latitude - in deciding whether or not to make an arrest."
With that, the agent stood. "I have a feeling that that may have answered your condition. But if not, then let's hear it. For obvious reasons, I'd like to do this while we still have the daylight." Radcliffe looked down at the mage. "Will you help us end this without any more bloodshed, Mister Mikhailov? For all our sakes?"
"Would be rather foolish for them to burn their superior to a crisp. Though it's rather hard to see how you're not respectable. You follow the law, you use your abilities for good, and I can't say that you've used cruel and unusual punishment against me..." Mikhailov chuckled. He continued to think for a moment. Silvanus, no matter what, could probably withstand a VASCU onslaught, especially if he could withstand Anna's punishment of a hundred fiery lashes. Yet he did not want to lose his own tenuous standing with Silvanus. He had a chance to do something, anything, but he did not have any plans. Solitary confinement was quite the drug, even if he had only been in the cell for a few hours.
Fortunately, Radcliffe mentioned he would be the only person coming into the building with him. Silvanus could kill the FBI officer without a thought, and even some of his Dolls probably could withstand him. Yet Mikhailov still did not know if Radcliffe being dead would be helpful. After all, even if he was not respected by his fellow agents, he was a good man. His face would be plastered on the news, and Mikhailov would be a wanted man. At the same time, even if Radcliffe was the only man to enter, the rest of the agents would be outside, ready to shoot anything that came out of the building. So Mikhailov could not simply escape through the back-he would be seen and sniped. All he wanted was to reach Silvanus and to maybe get reinforcements of some kind. To that end, he would, unfortunately, have to take a risk. A very dangerous risk.
"...My only condition...is that I need the cuffs to be off when I lead you into the building. I can't open any doors or lead you where you need to go with...these." He demonstrated by holding-up the cumbersome anti-Magic cuffs on his wrists. "I don't have any weapons on me. I have no armor. I'm not even wearing a vest. I just need these off, and I can lead you wherever you want me to go." He gave Radcliffe a blank, earnest expression, leaning forward to show he was being honest. "...Considering he might not even be awake, you could very well try, but if you need to get in during the daytime, I'm your best bet." A weight, a time-bomb, sunk deeper into his stomach, ticking and boiling. Yet he did not reveal his stress. He only hoped that Radcliffe would adhere to his request, and that Silvanus would understand his actions.