plotdeviceturk: (Without Words)
Tseng ([personal profile] plotdeviceturk) wrote in [community profile] onepassingnight2012-02-29 05:27 pm

Report IV: Fountain Pen

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.

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one_one_se7en: (Into the Howling Dark)

[personal profile] one_one_se7en 2012-03-06 09:43 am (UTC)(link)
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."