"We know who you are," the stern woman said to Beatrice as she circled around to where she couldn't see and then back again. And we are going to take care of you so that you won't be a threat to our project. "Go ahead. Kill me. I'm not afraid." Beatrice responded with pure contempt in her voice. "Oh no, we aren't going to kill you. What we do is much worse-not to be cliche." The woman grinned with a look of malicious thoughts on her face.