- OOC
- The Gatekeeper
- Joined
- Mar 23, 2019
- Messages
- 31
- Reaction score
- 25
Within the ISC Army's base on the surface of Manaan, several rooms had been allocated for detention and interrogation. Despite what some political opponents of the ISC would have believed, they were not torture rooms and the jailors were not cruel for cruelty's sake. Instead, the detention rooms were stark white but clean and orderly with all the provisions one might need for a stay in detention of up to a few months. Anything longer than that was unheard of as the courts would have ruled on the case by that time.
Those captured by Lt. Renka of the ISC Army didn't really get to spend much time in cells - instead they were taken directly to the interrogation rooms. Or, as the PR department liked them to be referred to as, the interview rooms.
A rather basic room of duracrete walls with durasteel plating underneath, a solid door of that same durasteel and a false mirror for officers to observe as the suspects and witnesses were questioned.
As the suspect was led into the room by ISC specialists, they would remain unbound at the current time even though they had been thoroughly searched before being brought into the interrogation room - where their interrogator was waiting.
"Aww jeez, did you have to be so rough fellas?" the kindly older man asked as he fished around in the pockets of his faded trench coat for something, "Could have sworn... ah, do you mind leaving me and the little lady a glass of water each?"
The older man smiled, his entire face creasing with the action as he moved up to the table. Rather than taking a seat or trying to intimidate her, he immediately pulled his hand out of his pocket to reveal what he had been searching for; a small packet of painkillers.
"I heard there was an awful commotion over in the tourist centre and whenever I get involved in such a commotion I find nothing works wonders more than a little aspirin and water." he told her as if imparting some old mannered wisdom on her, "How are you feeling sweetheart? It must have all come as a shock to you I imagine."
The glass of water for each of them had been delivered without a word and the guards filed out, locking the door behind them and leaving the two of them alone.
"Where are my manners? They tell me not to give out my full name... so you can call me Detective C."
@LadyRen