There were originally five horsemen of the Apocalypse

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WHO: Shego and Jack Bauer.
WHERE: Police station.
WHEN: Saturday Evening.
WARNINGS: Almost definite violence. [ETA: And now torture. Big warning for torture.]
SUMMARY: Jack made an immunity deal with Shego in exchange for information. Shego doesn't know the deal has since been rescinded...

The room was empty except for Jack and the false immunity agreement Harvey Dent had drawn up. Jack himself was unarmed except for a taser hidden in his jacket. He hoped it would be enough to subdue Shego if she resisted.

The plan was simple, but it could be better. Almost no one else in the building knew about this fake deal, which meant it was up to Jack to make sure Shego didn't escape. But for now, he intended to play out the deception as long as possible. Shego would be more cooperative if she thought she was still getting immunity, and Jack badly needed her information. And he was willing to do whatever was necessary to get it.

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For the first time in a long time, Shego did not have the chance to react. She felt his hands lace through her hair at the back of her head, and at the next moment she was seeing stars. Ooooh, that was going to bruise. She stumbles back into the chair, hand flying to feel at her forehead, and the next thing she knew she was down on the ground, thrown to the side like some ragdoll.

Oh. She did not like this. She did not like this at all. Snarling, she struggles to get up. Lighting her hands...trying to light her...aw shit her powers. No no no.

"Aaargh!" There's a cry of anguish as he brings his foot on her hand, and she continues to struggle, attempting to pull back, pull her hand out from under his foot. But what he says next really sets her off. One, nobody ever, ever threatens Shego like that. Nobody. Secondly, he had lied to her. She had fallen for a friggin' trap! Oh no, oooooh no that was so not fair.

And Shego was usually the one who played dirty.

She lets out another cry, followed by a growl as she feels a nail break under the pressure of his foot. Nevertheless, she was still hopeful on being defiant.

"You...LIAR! GET OFF MY HAND YOU LOSER!"

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"That's not what I wanted to know, Shego. Your only chance right now is to tell me what I want to know." To punctuate the point, Jack kneels down, still on her hand, presses the taser to her chest, and gives her a hefty jolt. "That was a low setting. This-" he holds the taser close to her face, blue sparks flickering only a few inches from her eyes- "carries enough voltage to paralyze someone for life if they're hit in the right place. It's gonna be awful hard for you to steal anything when you're in that wheelchair, Shego. Especially with a pair of ruined hands."

He stands back up, now standing astride her, with his other foot very close to her undamaged hand, staring down at her with pitiless cold eyes. "You like your hands a lot, don't you? You ever wonder what they'd look like with every finger broken? Every nail torn off? I know a couple ways to break a person's finger in two seconds. That's ten seconds for every finger, twenty seconds for both hands. Twenty seconds to cripple you, Shego, that's all I need. And you don't even have that much time to tell me where the backup is." His eyes narrow to slits and his foot moves closer to her other hand. "I'm going to count to ten, and then I'm going to shock you again, and then I'm going to start on your hands. Your choice. One. Two. Three. Four..."

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The jolt...didn't really do much for her, but it still made her jerk. After being thrown into a signal tower and electrocuted in the rain no less, she could take electrocution. But that never stopped it from hurting, that's for sure, and she had the weird feeling that her powers had something to do with her high tolerance of outrageous pain.

But this. This friggin' hurt. She spent so much time taking care of her nails, so much time taking care of her hands...she couldn't...he wouldn't. For a brief second, there was fear in her eyes, quickly covered with a defiant scowl but nevertheless, she felt her eyes burn from the pain.

Her breath hitched as he spoke, and moved his other foot precariously close to her good hand. She balled it into a fist. It takes her a few seconds to speak, hating herself for it, but she just couldn't...

"The Lincoln Memorial."

She still manages a glare, looking up at him with equally slitted eyes. "Happy? Is that what you wanted to hear?"

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He stares at her for a moment, making sure she isn't lying, then finally steps away from her. "You're under arrest. We're done here." His guard is relaxed a little, he thinks he's finally pulled out a victory after months of, for the most part, futility in the City. He puts the taser back in his jacket and pulls out his handcuffs.

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Now it's Shego's turn to react quickly. As soon as he steps away to pull out the cuffs, she jumps up, ignoring the growing headache and the pain in her hand. The fact that one of her nails was now shorter than the others also went unnoticed.

She essentially throws herself as him, taking advantage of his lowered guard, and she grabs him by the shoulders, pulling him in close. A bruise is starting to form on her forehead, but it's likely he won't notice that as much as he'll notice her sharp jerk of the knee at his groin. As she does so, her bruised hand slips into his jacket and grabs the taser. She might have been down, but she wasn't weak. And since he had decided to play dirty, she might as well. She jerks her knee again, ramming him in the same spot just for good measure, and she lets go of his shoulder, letting him to do whatever he wanted to do with himself.

"Oh, we are so done." She growls, taking the table blocking the door and throwing it with an unnatural ease in Jack's direction. She doesn't bother looking back, and she flees the scene as fast as she can before anyone else watching can react, holding the taser at the ready so she'd have something to use if attacked.

Lucky for her, she's a fast one. She's used to fleeing a scene before getting caught.