Soon I'll let you go, soon I'll let you go (for omnomgoauld)

[clearlythatsme]

Getting past security guards was a snap. Secretaries, on the other hand, had a 60/40 success rate if he wasn't with someone on the CBI team to act as a diversion. Being by himself this time, Jane had tried for charm first, but when that failed (yes, it did happen on occasion), he'd gone for the less subtle method of pointing at an object to her

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[omnomgoauld]

Hannibal stood at the intrusion. He keep a face of calm patience. "Thank you, Ada. That will be all. See to it that we're not disturbed," he waved her off.

Once she left and the door was closed behind her, the man's expression changed, it hardened and became serious. He gestured curtly for Jane to take a seat.

"I hardly think my name is what brought you here, Mister Jane, is it? I believe I saw you on television once."

[clearlythatsme]

The 'personal issues' thing had been a gambit to get him in the door (one which worked, obviously). Since Hadad seemed to be so cross with him, it just confirmed that there were issues to be drawn out.

That, and statistics. Every businessman of this caliber had issues he didn't want public.

"Hopefully only the once; unfortunately I can't give you that time back," Jane replied, thrusting his hands into his jacket pockets as he made his way to a chair. He did so love having a reputation, but it was a dual-edged sword, and one that occasionally did come to bite him in the ass. And they hadn't even gotten started yet. Jane wasn't worried; he could go toe-to-toe with the man.

"Actually, my colleagues don't know I'm here. Off running around on some fool's errand, I suspect. But you cover your tracks rather well, so it'll be some time before they figure things out and trace back to you. Do you have any tea? I am parched."

[omnomgoauld]

Hannibal returned to his seat and folded his hands on the desk. "What tracks might those be?" he asked with easy casualness. "Or are you simply hoping, accusing me would make me offer up details?"

Peeking out just under the cuff of his suit, looked like a burn mark on his wrist. He moved a hand to press the the intercom, the movement caused more skin to show. Just a small glimpse. He asked for tea to be brought in over the intercom.

"So, what is it you think you know about me?"

[clearlythatsme]

Jane didn't hesitate. "Oh, just that you're a self-assured masochist who likes to out-maneuver his competitors. Normal for a man in your position, really, the ultra-successful business type."

He paused to take a breath, and shrug a shoulder, as if this were just reading facts from a sheet, not a personal indictment. "Helps with the stress."

[omnomgoauld]

Later that night, one Hannibal Hadad did make an appearance at a certain BDSM club he claimed no prior knowledge of. Actually, that's not accurate, Ba'al made an appearance. Rarely did anyone keep the same name in these sorts of scenes.

Like everyone else, he'd shed his normal clothes and took on a much more interesting look. Leather was his preference. To this place he wore leather pants and impressive looking biker boots. He was shirtless and it did show a number of healing burn marks across his body.... as one would expect of a masochist. He did wear a mask but it was simple and wouldn't conceal his identity from anyone who was looking for him. He also wore leather bondage cuffs on his wrists and even had a collar

[clearlythatsme]

Jane was nothing if not patient when certain situations called for it, and had spent most of his afternoon doing Sudoku while he waited for the clubs to open. He'd never been in one, and was a bit unsure as to protocol, but didn't plan to be in it long enough to concern himself with that. The place would surely have a bartender or doorman that was familiar with regular patrons, and Jane could ask of the victim's habits without causing a stir with a badge, which would have been completely counter-productive (or maybe not

[omnomgoauld]

It wasn't acting he nearly spit-taked when Jane came over like that. He struggled for a second to regain composure. He gave Jane the expected glare then glanced down to the floor in the usual submissive demeanor. He had expected him to come here but he hadn't expected him to be quite so bold about it.

The Dominatrix gave Jane the once over and a growing smirk. "Sure thing, honey," she stepped aside like it was her idea. She shot... 'Ba'al' a look, which he returned. It could be a read as a silent 'you sure you want to go with him look.'

He kept up the appearance of a good submissive. He gave a small nod of a bow and headed toward the back rooms. If Jane didn't direct him, he picked the first available room. All the rooms were similar. A few pieces of bondage equipment, a bed, the essentials.

Once inside, he waited in the middle of the room with his hands behind his back.

[clearlythatsme]

Jane prompted him to walk into one of the rooms, keeping up the facade of a good Dom. Once in, he shut the door behind himself, finally letting a little of his amusement show, before relaxing his posture and standing normally.

"So you told the doorman I was coming." He didn't ask it like a question, because it really wasn't one. The next one was, though. "What made you think I'd follow you here?"