Report IV: Fountain Pen

[plotdeviceturk]

Interrogations were rarely something pleasant to have to go through, ones with the Turks were usually terrifying and one that needed Tseng's personal attention rarely ended with laughter and a cup of coffee. Hopefully this one wouldn't end with maintenance having to patch a bullet hole in a wall again.

There wasn't much in the thin file he held as he watched the person through a mirrored window. So little, in fact, that it bothered him. No matter, there was certainly enough to start off with. He nodded, shooting a glance at the person beside him before entering the room.

Hopefully this wouldn't take more than a few hours, he really didn't want to be in the office until the sun came back up.

[[OOC: Open to whichever you want to tag in as! Good cop bad cop (...or bad cop worse cop as it were) or being questioned! ]]

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changed mind and edited, with apologies T_T /ignore icon, is Ami

[waterfell]

This is new for her. However, she is confident they can do what they need to. There's no escape in this room, no chance of running. That's all they really need. Their prey has found nothing but dead ends, now.

Ami's reviewed as much of the file as she's been given, of course. She's frowned at it and tried to fill in the blanks, to make guesses about the right approach for today. She comes to stand beside Tseng. Without preamble, she speaks.

"Anything else before we begin?"

It's cool! ALso, Tseng would look pretty fly in that armor. Just sayin'.

[plotdeviceturk]

"No. You'll be taking point." He smiled thinly, giving her free reign of how she wanted to take this. He was flexible in his own approach, usually prefering to stay cordial but not at all opposed to escalate things if need be.

There was a drain in the floors of interrogation rooms for a reason, and the walls were easily washable.

he would. XD

[waterfell]

There are ways to cut people without making them bleed, to make them twitch and writhe in pain without leaving a single mark. She knows them. She's done them, seen them done, and had them done to her. She'll never forgive the last.

"Understood." She glances to the door. "Shall we go in?"

Mind you, he'd probably take the ridiculous parts off the moment he could.

[plotdeviceturk]

He nodded, pulling the door open for her.

Xanadu was obviously some sort of false name, and the strange activity he'd been up to lately was just that. Strange. Moving materia in and out of Edge along with weapons and far too much money to make it all coincidental in Tseng's book.

"What the hell man, you ain't even told me why I'm in this dump and I've been here for hours." The guy complained on the sight of them. "That's gotta be against the law or somethin'. I want a damn lawyer."

there is no ridiculous part :|

[waterfell]

He can want a lawyer.

"Let's begin," Ami says brusquely, all business, and ignoring the complaints, as she enters. She slips into the room just ahead of Tseng as he opens the door. She takes a seat; she plans to be comfortable for this.

He can want a lawyer.

The actions were certainly suspicious. They needed to know just where it was leading, in time to take countermeasures if necessary - no, as necessary.

"First of all, don't pretend to be stupid. I don't like it." He'd better come to his own conclusions about why he's here. She gives him only one lead.

"Want to tell us where the rest is?" She lets it imply they've already found damning proof, while being vague enough to let him fill in the details himself - with more than they actually know.

ready to be questioned

[drinkandforget]

Funny that it comes down to this. She'd expected to be killed instead, so apparently there's still some use for her if she's sitting here, chilly in the cold room instead of her hot desert river, waiting to be...

Killed after all? No; they'd have done it sooner than this. Tortured? Quite possibly. But why? She can't figure out the reasoning.

She has plenty of time to think about it. Each second crawls by like an hour. She casts a few looks at the door; surely someone must come soon. She wishes Mnemosyne were here, except that she's glad Mnemosyne is - apparently - safely escaped.

BWAH HAH HAH

[plotdeviceturk]

Tseng's smile is thin as he enters, "Sorry about the wait, there have been a few problems concerning your details. Nothing major, just a clerical matter; I'm sure you understand our position." He said conversationally, taking the other chair. "Would you like something to drink?"

I am the sweetest of muns.

[drinkandforget]

She's not fooled by the approach, she tells herself. But the truth is, having expected a sudden and brutal end if it ever went this far, she is taken aback by the surprise of such a different outcome.

"Say what you have to say," she says brusquely.

You are~

[plotdeviceturk]

"As you may not be aware of the location where we picked you up is for authorized entry only, and you aren't on any of the lists of those with authorization to enter." He said, eyes narrowing. "Frankly, you don't show up on any database. Which, considering recent events is extremely troubling to us."

Us, a lovely term vague enough to be either just him and Rufus or the entirety of Neo ShinRa or the WRO. "I'm sure it's only a small confusion, you missed the signage and were lots. Perhaps you got married recently and with the communications networks down the files simply haven't been updated in our systems yet."

[drinkandforget]

Things click into a different place. But she still doubts a simple paperwork error merits this.

She tells herself it doesn't feel like the over-mighty bureaucracy of tyranny. She searches her brain for a way to come up with the papers.

Then it occurs to her: What is she being afraid for? She has always carried out her duty. She has not betrayed, or double-crossed (except in her dreams).

"Are you sure you remembered to look in the right place?" There's just a little emphasis on 'remembered' - and a tiny nudge of her power to try to make him question it himself.

Prisoner

[one_one_se7en]

While Spartans had been trained for the scenarios in which they could become POWs, not only had that only -truly- happened once: Everything they used to hold him right now seemed like an overkill.

Granted, he was a man encased in 7ft 2in of titanium, but the massive binds by which his metallic hands and feet were held on with seemed exaggeratedly efficient. Seems they did not want to risk him escaping. Whenever if what he did out there could be justified to the authorities or not, it holds little weight now.

Right now, a very basic tip comes into his mind. Imagine the walls read SILENCE.

8D

[plotdeviceturk]

SOLDIER strength wasn't something to mess with, and logic held that someone with such ridiculously large and likely heavy armor had that sort of strength up their sleeve. It was better to be overly cautious than to find yourself bleeding out.

He slapped the file on the small table, not bothering to sit as he crossed his arms.

"You're a bit of a conundrum, you realize. Nothing in the databases; not on your armor or your weapons. Which means you either work for someone who's not the WRO or ShinRa. Or Scarlet certainly filled her time with more than a few side projects. I'm sure you'd prefer to do this the easy way Mister...?"

[one_one_se7en]

"John."

Tradition stated to only mention name, rank, and number. Black Ops only has so many privileges.

His golden eye stays locked on the man for movements and reactions. In spite of his situation, resembling something akin to both a machine registering sentient beings, and a predator waiting for the moment to slip up.

[plotdeviceturk]

"John." He nodded, making a mental note to look at any missing SOLDIER by that name who could have possibly fit the man's height.

"You're probably quite aware of who I am and what I do, as well as how this will likely proceed if my questions aren't answered. The rumors are nowhere near the truth, I have no problem with simply killing you and letting everything be answered with an autopsy." He'd faced down larger opponents and his distaste for any of the company's machines and their habit of making more of a mess to be cleaned up didn't help the matter. "However, I'm not an unreasonable man and I'm sure we can come to some sort of agreement that you walk away from with your life intact."

[one_one_se7en]

That's why fail-safe detonation systems exist.

"You wouldn't rat out your friends."

No sense in revealing that card just yet - ONI was just as paranoid about leaving the MJOLNIR on the hands of the enemy. All he needs is to win time. This man may not slip up. But he's learned as well someone else would.

But in the meantime, that's the reason speaking is dangerous.

indifferent cop..?!

[repudiate]

[ .. It's not too difficult to imagine what this place is. Even though the man didn't quite seem familiar to her, exactly that fact was enough to tip her off what this was - a dream, yet another one of those dreams. And with the person sitting there behind most likely a mirrored window, that only narrowed own the answer to the question of what kind of dream exactly this was.

After eyeing the person sitting behind the window for a little bit, she instead glances from the corner of her eye at the man on this side, to Tseng. Ange doesn't speak up yet though, as if she's waiting for him to do so first. ]

this works too!

[plotdeviceturk]

Well, it's your case. What do you need out of them?

[Being called to step in on this one wasn't too terrible.]

[repudiate]

I'm the one who's supposed to do this without any kind of preparation?

[ There's a slight sigh, and she glances around - welp, maybe this is just some ordinary kind of dream in which she gets embarassed to hell and back, that doesn't sound too impossible either. ]

[plotdeviceturk]

You need to learn somehow.

[There's a tiny smile, this guy's smalltime really and it normally wouldn't be something he'd personally attend.]

Just go and get your answers out of him.

[repudiate]

Fine.. [ She lets out a sigh - she knows she's not getting away from this all the same, and if it's really a dream, what does it matter what the result is either way? Ange glances through the mirrored window a last time, and then nods. ]

Then let's just go before there's more time wasted.

It's the universe's worst Turk!

[histrionic]

Kuja returned the look. This kind of intelligence work was alien to his Baroque sensibilities.

"And what is it you want me to do, again?" He could potentially have the makings of either a good or bad cop--known for his fine words as well as his cruelty.

WORST. EVER.

[plotdeviceturk]

"Not screw up." Tseng said bluntly, "I will be taking the more agressive stance, I highly suggest you take an opposite approach to the situation."

He still wasn't sold on Kuja's inclusion as a Turk, and this was yet another test. The woman was someone he'd long since had contact with and understood what was happening.

"This woman has gained information about our people. We need to find out what she knows and whether it is a danger to us."

Who even let him in the Turks?

[histrionic]

"I believe you can trust me not to 'screw up', as you put it," said Kuja. "Very well, I will be the soul of delicacy, your perfect contrast." He knew what he was doing, after all. It wasn't as if he'd never gotten information from someone. Through various means.

"By less aggressive, I assume you mean she's not to be harmed?"

Heidigger. :|

[plotdeviceturk]

"Not physically." He agreed, "Never assume anything unless you are without a single doubt of the outcome being in your favor."

There was a subtle shift in his stance as Tseng shoved the door open, annoyance lacing his motions and a tension across his shoulders becoming visible. Feigned restraint at an equally false situation.

Haha, probably

[histrionic]

"It is a figure of speech, and yes, of course," said Kuja. He smiled to himself. He could wait many years before striking, arrange his plans perfectly before making a move.

His manner changed as he stepped inside the room, his eyes growing cold. If his task didn't require emotions, then he could abandon them. He was no mere human. His gaze flickered from Tseng to the woman waiting for them within. Humans... he'd manipulated so many of them. They gave themselves away. It wasn't too difficult to see within their hearts.

His gaze finally settled on the woman. He walked toward her, past Tseng, then tilted his head slightly to one side. "Where is your fear, I wonder? I don't hear it fluttering in your chest, like a wild bird, struggling to be free." If she didn't fear him, she should.