Stefano glances at the hand grenade for a moment as he walks alongside Katharina, hands clasped behind his back as he ambles along. He seems to think for quite some time, a look of concentration on his face before he finally nods, looking to Katharina from under the brim of his hat. He clears his throat and sports a very slight, calm smile.

"Yeah, I got a guy, good friend of mine. Works at an Army armory where they store all sorts of surplus. So far, no one's noticed anything missing. I'm sure we could pick up a couple of 'bushels' of that kind of fruit for the party. Just uh, you know, make sure your paisan know how to use 'em beforehand. Pull the pin, count to three. Don't want any accidents now, do we?"

Stefano looks about the warehouse once more. He sighs a bit before turning back to face Katharina.

"It should be apparent but, When the proper authorities learn that such fruit was used at the party, they may begin to launch inquiries, so this might be a one-time deal if my guy on the inside gets pinched. If he doesn't, well, we'll still have to let that connection cool off for a while. And the heat we might bring in might be a bit more than usual."

Stefano's voice falters again, he pulls a small flask from his waistband, uncapping it and taking a quick drink, the strong and distinctive smell of Anisette comes from the flask. He pauses for a moment before offering the container to Katharina.

"We'll just have to be cautious during this party of yours is all. So, what're your plans for that Hawke fella? Could always use another pair of eyes or a gun. Though it seems like ya got that covered."

Stefano suddenly seizes up and begins to stroke out. He's dead before his head cracks on the concrete.

Katharina watches as Stefano falls to the floor after clutching his chest tight. It happened so fast and yet she had seen the look of sudden panic in the man's eyes, the way his body went taunt just before his hand lifted to his chest to grip at the fabric of his suit. And now, Kat watches as the life pours out from the man's eyes until it dwindles down to nothing right before he hits the stone cold floor. One of the men by the trucks comes rushing over to Stefano and checks to see if the man is still alive. When Kat sees him look up at her then shakes his head, she understands that Stefano is dead. 

With a slow intake of breath, she blows it out and turns on a heel headed towards the offices. She grips the grenade tightly as her mind begins to contemplate all possibilities. None of them ended good as this now creates a problem for her. First, to check up on her... guest and see what information she can gather there. 

"Don't touch him. Let Richard handle this after he's through with the other man. For now, get back to work. You have an early start tomorrow morning."

McAllister glances up at the man sitting before him after taking his pulse. Either Hawke is nervous or he isn't certain why his pulse was more rapid than should be. Standing up, he walks to the safe as he listens to the story being told him. He pulls out a medical bag and places it onto the desk. When Hawke gets to the part where he was violated, Richard looks over with a grave face. The idea that human beings can do that to one another was beyond his comprehension.

"I can understand why you may not want to. I can assure you, I am not here to harm you. In order to take a thorough look at you, you will need to remove them. If it hurts to lift your arms up, I can cut them away. I have a spare set of clothes next door in my office."

The door opens and Katharina slips inside to shut it behind her. Kat locks it and the sound of the dead bolt mechanism is very clear. She moves to the chair behind the desk and takes a seat. Her eyes look to Hawke and then to Richard.  McAllister looks to her with an inquisitive stare. Kat crosses a knee and looks right on back.

"Please, proceed."

Hawke's shaking got worse when the doctor said that he'd have to take off his clothes, and he swallowed heavily. Tears started to form in the corners of his eyes, but he shut them, and as such didn't really notice when Katharina came in until the door shut. Jumping, he turned around suddenly to see her, then relaxed the slightest bit once it was over. Giving one more heavy swallow, he reached for his shirt.

"Will it -- does it have to be everything?" He didn't know what he'd do if he said he needed to take off his chest wrappings and underwear. He could always say that the wrappings were to hide an old injury, but if everything had to be taken off there was no way he'd be able to explain anything.

Seeing the man clearly upset from the experience he's had and the toll his body has experienced from this point of view, McAllister begins to ready a syringe by poking into a small bottle of clear liquid. Once the proper amount was drawn, he pushes some back out to ensure no air bubbles remain. He sets it onto the table to prepare an alcohol swab. Katharina makes eye contact with Richard and gives him the nod before turning her eyes onto Hawke.

"He is going to give you a small sedative to help calm your nerves. If he needs to examine you, I suggest you comply. Or... I could take you to a hospital. Would you prefer that? And then tell the police how I found you?"

Richard makes a small noise and gives Kat a look of *you're not helping.* She ignores both as she waits to see how Hawke responds. There was fear in the man's eyes and fear was something Kat understood and knew how to work with. Before she left this room, she would learn the truth of what happened to him and by whom. 

Immediately, Hawke started to shake his head, and unbutton his shirt. "It's fine. Let's just get this over with." It'd be worse if he had to go to the hospital and endure whatever they'd put him through there. It would definitely be worse than this, especially if they got the police involved. He wished that he'd had time to change into some kind of disguise, so that people wouldn't recognize him, but it was too late for that.

After he'd taken off his over shirt, he took off the one under it, revealing a myriad of bruises, cuts, scars, and the bandages wrapped tightly around his chest. He didn't meet the doctor nor Katharina 's eyes, feeling a mix of disgust and shame as his fingers moved to the buttons of his pants.

It was worse under there. He hadn't been able to wash before he left, so dried blood and semen were left on his inner thighs, and his legs were also bruised and damaged. He didn't say a word as they slipped to the floor, and forced himself not to cry or vomit as he waited for either of them to say something.