As the lab-coat wearing woman climbed out of the cockpit and stepped down the ladder to the plasteel flight deck, a squad of LPI police guards surrounded and tackled her to the ground. Letting herself be cuffed, she was dragged up to the her feet. Dizzy, with the beginnings of a plasteel-blessed nosebleed. Her arms felt sore from the hands roughly escorting her through the myriad of Police vessels. Goeben's vessel was being mag-locked down. She couldn't see Hans. He'll be ok...I hope.
Thorn struggled, pulling her arms out of her guards arms. Giving them a glare, she followed their lead to a room at the side of the hanger with two yellow circles on the wall beside the door. Placing her hands on them, the guards frisked her to find three oddly coloured pens, a notebook with sketches of planets and pack of anxiety medication. They took her lab coat, despite the woman's protests. Barking at her to enter the room, they guided her into a seat at a desk. re-cuffing her to a metal bar on the desk.
Leaving her alone in the dimly light room, a door on the other side opens.
Shortly after the suspects got detained, Sarah landed her craft on Fort Bush to conduct the interrogation herself. As she landed, she removed her gloves and opened the canopy, she removed her helmet and headed it to the docking bay technician: "Fill her up, rearm her and pain those scratches on the side of the wing, i got hit by something, again."
"Roger that officer Walker. And please, stop hitting every single piece of junk you can find in space. Is not healthy for the ship !"
As she makes her way to the C deck, the officer who apprehended the suspects greet her: "Welcome back miss Walker. We've got the suspects tied down in separate interrogation rooms. They were not allowed to make contact with each other or with anyone else."
"Good, did you searched them ?"
"We did, but we only found some pens, some pills and a notebook with some badly drawn planets on the lady. We are yet to go through the male's suspect items."
"Good job."
She walks in a room next to where the woman was being held. She takes a look at her items and picks up the pills. She reads the text on the small sticker, puts the flask in her pocket and activates the see-through wall to take a look at her. The woman looked nervous and uncomfortable, the cuffs were also very tight around her wrists too, just to add to the pressure. The heat was cranked high and lights were placed in such a manner that the room had poor lighting but it would make the person being interrogated feel like all the lights were aimed at his eyes.
Officer Walker opens the door to the interrogation room and steps in slowly. She takes a seat and stares to the woman for a good 5 minutes. She doesn't say anything, she just sits on the chair on the other side of the table and stares at her. After 5 minutes, she coughs and says:
"Begin recording, for the record, my name is Sarah Walker, officer of the Liberty Police Incorporated, pilot registry Beta dash zero five. Now, what is your name?"
"Wa...wait...!" The woman tries to put up her hands, the expression on her face showing she was struggling under the nervous tension.
"My...my names Thallia Elizabeth Thorn. I a....am a registered re...researcher with the Ingeenus Research Group; Lab 007." Thallia looks up to continue speaking but finds the light harsh and tries to shield her eyes with her hand, the tight cuffs marking her wrist. "Look ur... th...there's a mix up here surely. I'm an archaeologist, and as part of Lab007's pro...protocols I was moving samples collected to Bethlehem for storage. That is what I was doing there - no...nothing shady." She tries to scratch her nose, but the cuffs pull on her wrists. Sighing deeply, Thallia takes a few deep breathes trying to calm herself down.
"Th...the pills. Please, I need to take a couple. They ur... help me to calm down."
She leans back on the chair and picks up a data pad.She takes a minute to read something and keeps scrolling some pages. She then stands up and moves behind miss Thorn. She looks down on her and puts a small smile on her face:
"Hey, are those handcuffs too tight ? Do you want some cold water? This room is like a oven, I am sure your throat is swore like hell eh?"
She leans forward and puts one head on her shoulder, and with the other reaches for her pocket and get the flask out, holding it with her thumb and the pointer finger, shaking it so the pills inside make some noise:
"This the pills you want? They help you calm down eh? I know some other pills that helps you calm down a bit ... "better". Hm? Tell me about those drawings of yours for a bit, go on. And you can have a pill."