It's been a couple hours and now it's just me and Trish Walker. The blonde radio host has been staring at me for the last several minutes and I've been staring back. Finally, she pulls out the gun Simpson gave her and begins fiddling with it as she stares at me. I wonder what she thinks she can do with it, how she thinks she could shoot me before I could control her.
Neither of us gets to find out, as Hogarth walks up before Trish can gather her courage, and the blonde hastens to put the pistol away before Hogarth can see it. I watch them chat for a few moments and then I watch as Trish leaves to get a breath of fresh air on Hogarth's suggestion. Hogarth proceeds to remove her coat and set down her bag, deactivating the recording equipment pointedly before stepping forward and activating the mic on the table, "I'm listening."
Plan B is officially in effect. Standing up from my cot I approach the window and place my hands behind my back as I speak quickly, "There's no time to mince words or haggle. Jessica Jones is on her way here right now with my parents, so neither of us have much more than fifteen to twenty minutes. Since money really isn't an issue here, let's discuss another form of currency. Favors."
"I am willing to offer you five favors of your choice if you release me from this cell right now and I am successfully able to escape. I think we both know what the first favor will be, and I'm more than happy to take care of your problem for you."
She immediately fires back with a counter offer, her profession shining through even now, "Ten favors and you don't ever control me or my loved ones."
I just roll my eyes, "We don't have the time to negotiate this Hogarth, so yes, I'm willing to agree to ten favors. You're going to have to make a list for the loved ones though, and I will control them if it's my life on the line. We all want to live. Either way, you need to make a decision right now. Help me so that I can help you, or stand back and watch your life crumble beside mine as Wendy destroys it."
That gets her attention and she straightens up for a long moment, staring me down for even longer and then begins moving towards the airlock door. I call out as she goes, "Please don't hesitate, time is precious!"
I find myself holding my breath as she goes through the first door and into the airlock, leaving it open behind her. Now she's at the inner door and she's beginning to open it, just like she did in the show. I'm waiting for the moment where she stops and retreats, I'm waiting for Jessica to show up with my parents and leave me disappointed… but it doesn't come.
Hogarth pulls the cell door open and I slip through it and the outer door before she can change her mind, a wide grin on my face the whole way. Once I'm fully out of the cell I turn to Hogarth, who's looking very apprehensive. Smiling, I nod at her, "Thank you. From the bottom of my heart. Now you need to make a decision. I won't control you unless you tell me to… but if you want to keep off Jessica's shit list, you're going to want me to control you."
That gets a pause from the woman, even as we both hear the door at the far end of the hallway clang open, announcing that someone is coming. Hogarth has only a moment to think before she sharply nods and I smile, "Good. Pull out the sharpest object on you and position it at your jugular. Then go greet Jessica."
The change goes over her immediately but I can see the fear in her eyes as she pulls a large pen from her jacket and positions it so that she could drive it into her neck in an instant if I commanded it. I can already hear Jessica running down the hall, having noticed that the cell was empty and Hogarth and I were nowhere to be seen. As Hogarth steps into Jessica's field of view, the younger woman skids to a stop, eyes wide as she takes in the lawyer.
I walk behind Hogarth, keeping a hand on her shoulder and keeping her body between me and the people with guns I know are either on their way or already here, "Hello Jessica."
Jessica is frozen in indecision, my parents behind her standing still with shocked eyes as well. I quickly make sure it stays that way, "Mom. Dad. Stay still."
They freeze up and then I call out louder, "Trish! Detective Clements! Put your guns against your heads and come out here please!"
Jessica's eyes go wide at that and after a long moment of me wondering if they're both already here like I thought they were, my wishes are answered and my pre-knowledge pulls through as both of them step out from their hiding spots and stand before me, guns aimed at the side of their skulls.
I smile winningly before giving two more orders, first pointing at Clements and then Trish, "If Jessica attacks me or either of you, you will shoot yourself in the head first. If she doesn't stop, you'll shoot yourself in the head. You aren't allowed to do so before then."
Jessica, bless her little heart, finally speaks up, "Let them go Kilgrave. Do whatever you want to me, but let them go."
I look at her for a long moment before replying, "Actually, I think I prefer Kevin. And if you want everyone to live Jessica, you're going to go into the cell you put me in, willingly. Right now."
She hesitates and I smile, "Trish…"
Jessica immediately shouts me down, "No! Stop! I'm doing it! Just leave her alone."
I watch as she enters the cell and comes to a stop in the center of the floor, her hands curled into fists at her side as she stands there impotently. It's kind of hot to be honest, gesturing at Hogarth I throw out another order, "You, lock her in. No mistakes, do it correctly. Afterwards, destroy all of the equipment and any recordings."
Hogarth moves mechanically but a few minutes later everything is smashed to pieces and Jessica is on the other side of the glass. I smile and open the mic she'd been using to speak to me for the last day, "Now then Jessica. I think we both know you could break through that glass if you really wanted to. Hell, it's not even bullet proof. So I promise I'm not going to force anyone out here to hurt themselves, so long as you stay nice and docile."
She glares at me, a mixture of righteous anger and confusion, "How did you get out asshole?"
I grin and tap my nose, "You'll figure it out Jessica."