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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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.

[plotdeviceturk]

Tseng let out a low laugh, humorless despite the gesture. "You're assuming I have friends, John."

It wasn't a lie, in all technical terms. He really didn't have friends, he had subordinates who he'd take a bullet for if they didn't push him out of the way.

"I understand your position, however, and I know they would do the same in your situation. Loyalty only goes so far when you're at the end of a rope and the only hand nearby is pointing a gun at you. You're on your own in the end, and nobody would think less of you for keeping yourself alive."

[one_one_se7en]

The Spartan continues to glare at the man. It's a position he understands well -- and moreso now. Right now he has only one companion, and in spite of the many companions he had made in several worlds, even if they'd forgive him for that...

"I would."

He wouldn't risk them. Not Ami. Not any Spartan.

"You're assuming a lot."