Jessie hung limp in the chains from the beating she was taking. So much for taking another partner and moving on with her life. Sara...For some reason that was all Jessie could let herself think about. When she felt like caving. Like just telling them who she was and getting it over with. It was the strength of that friendship. The hope of someday seeing her again that stopped Jessie from being able to just cave. Every part of her wanted to, but that little voice in her head wouldn't let her.

"Ready to tell us who you are?" Harper asked, smirking.

"Sam...I'm Sam....and you're all dead...my crew...." Jessie said, before being caught with another fist to her solar plexus that knocked the little wind she had left out of her.

"What do you think, Jackson?" The redhead asked, getting a shrug.

"Let her stew for a while. I'm sure Harper would love to keep her company. We've got another deal tonight, anyway." Jackson said, getting a smirk from Harper.

"I got this." He said, with a nod.