MRG Holding Cells in Saint Denis, Planet New Paris
The grey haired women was walking down the hallway, her gun loaded and holstered. She didn't imagined that she was going to see her prey again, the one she spared the life of and brought it to New Paris. The hallway was empty and cold, no soul was walking here without a purpose. Amélie's purpose was to 'tend' to the captive, Police Officer 'John Steiner'. With each step a different thought came to her mind. 'How am I going to start? What if he overcomes me? What if I don't get anything out of him? And what do I have to get out of him specifically?' Doubts that formed in her head when she entered the complex earlier, doubts that remained in her head and reemerged with each step she took.
She stopped right in front of a door, a door with a small slot designed for sliding food through. Amélie remained in front of the door for a second, trying to clear her mind. Even though she was not able to get rid of all the things she had on mind, she managed to get rid of the doubts she had. Taking a deep breath, straightening her uniform and stroking the hair aside, she took a step closer to the door. A quick stroke through the hair and a scratch at her neck later, she knocked on the door. "You got company, 'Sir'." Amélie tried to let the 'Sir' sound as french as possible, trying to clarify that they aren't in Bretonia anymore.
With a quick hand she opened the door, looking for Steiner in the cell. His hands were tied together for the visit of Amélie, since she wasn't the strongest women in the royal forces. "I never thought I'd see you so soon again, 'Sir'." This time she let the Sir sound a bit disgusted. "I'm sure you remember me, am I right?" Her face was emotionless, and her attitude was as cold as a rock. The cell had one window with bars on the outside. The small lake in the center of the complex was visible as well as the soldiers taking breaks in the gardens. The rest of the cell was made out of white marble, decorated with blue and golden stripes and the logo of the MRG. A small wall was put up to separate the toilet and the main 'room'. The rest of the cell was pretty standard, a table with a chair and a somewhat comfortable bed, the standard for war prisoners.
