Trust me...she doesn't want to be friendly to Sloane at all...she just wants info
"Well, if you put the guy that way, I guess I am inclined to tell you about the documents and their location. I don't think I am ensure that I won't die though, after I give you the papers. I don't have collateral." Sloane spoke and smiled his evil, sly smile.
"Well, if your pushed out of the car, you have a chance for survival. If I shoot you in the head, you die. I think your options are clear. Chance of survival, or instant death." Irina smiled devilishly.
"I don't believe you'd kill me." Sloane smiled.
"Why not?"
"It's because you want the info. Not because you care about what happens to me, or that you wouldn't do it in a heartbeat." Sloane smiled.
"You don't know how right you are, Sloane. If I could shoot my own daughter, I could shoot you. If I could torture our daughter...I could torture you." Irina laughed, showing no remorce.
"Torture? Your holding Nadia captive and torturing her? Why did you take her in the first place?" Sloane questioned Irina.
"That there Sloane, is for me to know olny." Irina laughed,
"Well, then I know you are not one to share." Sloane showed Irina a hated look.
"Back on our discussion. Give me the real papers." Irina yelled at Sloane, finger on trigger.
"I can't." Sloane sighed and looked out the window. His sudden movement made Irina hold the gun, touching his head.
"Yes, you can." Irina yelled at him, knowing where the documents were.
"They are located within The Covenant Base." Sloane breathed deeply.
"How'd you let those documents fall into Covenant hands?" Irina laughed, "You must be stupider than you look."
"Your words sting me." Sloane laughed. And then he heard the gun click, readying to be fired. The Irina pulled her weapon back up.
"I have very close connections to the Covenant Sloane. I can get in without any trouble. Actually, I would be welcomed with open arms." Irina laughed as she put the gun back into her belt.
"Ah, yes, your very close friends with the Head of Covenant." Sloane laughed. All of a sudden Sloane found himself hitting the rubble of the outside ground, his head not bleading. Irina had thrown him from the car. She adbruptly stopped and turned around to look at Sloane.
"I usually don't keep to my word. Especially when it is you Sloane." Irina laughed. Sloane stood up and watched Irina rev up her car engine, and drive at him, but he ran into an alleyway. And Irina turned driving straight, she had faked out Sloane.
The back of her license plate read Dngerus.