She watched Plissken pace beyond the one way glass. He was like a caged animal full of power and ready to spring on the first person who led on that they were at fault for his imprisonment. Brazen wasn't surprised. She'd read the reports and papers. He was dangerous, the most dangerous man alive.

She jumped when his eye focused on her or at least that is how it appeared from her side of the one way glass. Her eyes fixed on his and her heart pounded. The hate and strength in his gaze frightened her and she turned away. Even with her back to the mirror she could still feel that ice cold stare burning a hole into her back.

The door opened and Brazen jumped perceivably before collecting herself and standing erect as she had been taught so long in the academy.

"What's he doing?" Malloy asked with a very apparent curiosity.

Brazen hesitantly glanced over her shoulder. He was pacing again but she could see a method to the way he was inspecting the room. Still watching Plissken she answered off-handedly.

"He's looking to escape." Brazen turned to face the glass as the man on the other side approached. It was like looking at a tiger in the zoo as a child. She felt the same mix of fear and respect when she met his gaze. Brazen turned around quickly unnerved by the fact he was so close. She heard the metal of the cuffs knock against the glass but refused to look.

Just like the tiger she thought.

"We're going to need you in top form. Plissken has a history of ignoring any instruction from men. You will brief him on the most important aspects of the mission."

"Provided he accepts?" Brazen couldn't imagine a man with such a reputation giving anyone the time of day.

"He'll accept. He's predictable." Malloy left her in the room with the sounds coming from behind her. Their tiger wanted out. Taking a deep breath Brazen turned to face the room trying to imagine this man being predictable. He was sitting now in the chair eye turned down at the cuffs. The man was thinking she could see it in his posture.

Malloy's words came back. "Predictable" The only thing predictable Brazen could remember from his records was that Plissken always got away and came back from everything stronger, meaner, tougher then he had been before. She could see why he survived.

Pushing back her hair she watched his eye raise back up. Something had changed in his expression. The corners of his lips were turned up in a sly smile. He knew something. Brazen thought about the mission and the other assumptions.

"Criminals are too stupid. Plissken will never figure out the device." Robertson had claimed.

She watched him pull his leg up and hang his arm casually around it. The cuffs pulled tight and he tested them with a few hard tugs. The muscles in his hands flexed and the tiger image came back. Predators were never stupid.

Brazen thought about Atlantic City and the viruses. Plissken had stolen that car with computer viruses. The chances that he knew how to work technology comparable to the rather simple Sword of Damocles controls was quite high. Brazen herself had picked it up in only a day.

Plissken was staring at her again when her thoughts cleared. He knew someone was there. He knew she was there. Brazen trembled from anxiety. He knew she was hiding behind the glass. One cold, blue eye and nothing was hidden from him.

"Brazen!" The speaker blared with Malloy's voice in the small silent room. "It's time. Room 3A."

Brazen absently nodded. "Yes sir"

She glanced back at Plissken who was tense. She had the feeling again that he knew they were coming for him.