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.
For all intents and purposes the cell in which he had been placed was actually quite reasonable. Even prisoners were not immune to glancing at the elegance of Gallia. John wondered if it was not all some elaborate ruse to win him over, some subtle attempt at getting him to disown Bretonia and defect to Gallia. He'd be lying if he said he was not curious about the house. He also found it hugely amusing that of all the people they would capture, it would be a bobby. True, he had been a soldier, and yes, he knew a thing or two about Bretonia that could be considered 'damaging' in the most abstract way. But he held no influence or power that could be exploited, and didn't see how they would benefit from whatever information he'd be willing to share, not that he was willing to share anything.
A voice called out and door opened and in stepped a women whom he'd never seen before, although her voice was familiar. He noted her tone and her facial expression, as he suspected, it was not in anyway warm and welcoming. If anything it was as though she was addressing someone she considered 'inferior'. I remember. I suppose now you are here to tell me what it is you want. he said with a slightly resentful tone. So. Shall we begin?.
"So you do remember me. Now you even got a face to my voice." She turned over to the table and moved closer. With a quick move she swung herself on top of the table, taking a seat at a higher position. Amélie wasn't doing this without reason, she wanted to position herself above the Bretonian, displaying that she had the upper hand, even if her physical form was weaker than the one of Steiner. Her hand started to move to her head, stroking through it again to remove any hair that had fallen in front of her eyes. Her sight now wandered over to Steiner, who was sitting notable lower than Amélie.
"Now we can start, 'Sir'." She cleared her throat, politely holding her hand in front of her mouth, before she continued. "First off, tell me something about yourself. And skip your life story, I want to know your affiliation, rank and full name." She was still not showing any emotions and keeping cold as a stone. She moved her legs a bit and positioned one above the other and positioning her hands on her thighs. The sunlight that entered the room through the window let her gun shimmer in different colors, revealing the matt inscription on her gun. The inscription was written in french but could be translated to "As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, for the valley belongs to me, as do the shadows."
Her movements were unusual, and he failed to notice the point of her needing to be to elevated above him. Although he couldn't miss the sense of superiority she expelled from herself. Her tone was cold and eyes vacant, so far as she was concerned, he was no one special. This brightened his spirits a little, true, he wasn't anyone special, and nor did he try to think that he was. Well He began My name is John Thomas Mühe Steiner. I am an inspector in her majesties Bretonian Police, formerly RAMC. So you may call me doctor if you wish he smiled. And how about yourself? he asked with no small amount of humor.
"I'm the one asking questions. And I already told you my name, Capitaine Amélie Caron and it still is Madame Caron for you." She rolls with her eyes as she took some notes in a small book she brought along. After she was done writing, she closed the book again and placed it next to her. "Oh and just as an information, this whole interrogation is going to get recorded. So refrain from using any stupid comments to describe our men, women or the Roi. It'll only end badly for you." She paused for a second, placing the pen on top of the small notebook.
"Next question: What were you trying to find in Leeds? You said it was something personal. Tell me." Her tone was as cold as ever, her eyes staring at Steiner, slightly disgusted. She stroke through her hair again and grabbed the notepad. She opened it and turned a few pages with various words or sentences scribbled onto the pages. She stopped at a page that looked more ordered than the other ones. The words were in order and formed a small list. The heading of the page was visible to Steiner. 'John Steiner - Captive'
Yes Ma'm He said flatly, knowing full well that she was not going to like the answers that he had. I will use whatever words get the message across, But I'll not give undue insult. Her first question was one he wasn't keen on answering, and he pondered how he was going to word his response. He took a moment to observe the heading of her notebook, but, unable to see anything worthwhile, went back to thinking about his response. He could lie, and he was very tempted to do so. The trick was making it sound convincing, and he wasn't a good liar. His next tactic was telling the truth, but making it sound like a lie, it may have sounded stupid, but if it delayed her, then he deemed it worthwhile.
I..recently insulted someone rather powerful. Going to leeds was my punishment. he said. Better than no answer at all, might save him from the lash.
"This 'powerful' person sure is generous. Flying through hostile space is nothing compared to what we do if you dare to insult someone with real power."This was the first time she showed some emotions. She was smiling, slightly but noticeable. In accordance to 'smiling', she had a evil look on her face. She was enjoying the thought of Steiner's fate if he dared to insult someone. Turning her head away, she tried to focus again. "As amusing the though is, there's no need for that. Not right now at least." Turning her head over to Steiner again, with the same cold and emotionless look. "Just for the record, insult me or any of my colleagues and I blow your leg off, understood?"
She stroke through her hair again to remove some of the strands that had fallen into her face. "Anyways, enough about 'punishment', you're here to answer some questions, aren't you? So here's the next one. How is Bretonia these days? Your morale sure must be good after we took we took control over Magellan." She wrote some words into her notebook. 'Insulted powerful being. Leeds was a punishment.' followed by a line that was slightly bigger than the text above. 'Morale'. Carefully she drew a small circle with a slight indent underneath the word. After she was done, she placed the pen onto the notebook, that rested on her thighs.
We aren't you He said bitterly. And I won't insult you, if you don't insult me first. Ok love?'' He said giving a small smile in response to hers.
Bretonia is fine, still standing. Guy fawkes was good fun, Moral is good as well. he lied. Moral was steady but low at the best of times and the celebrations had been called off in fear of terror attacks, or something along those lines. How's Gallia? Seems right peachy is does. Makes you wonder really.'' He chuckled.
"Loosing system after system and the morale is still good. Why don't I believe you? Ah yes, I know and so do you. There is only one outcome, Gallia's victory." She chuckled as she said those words. The hair that had fallen into her face got put aside while she noted one word in her notebook, 'Liar'. She now looked over to Steiner again, with a slightly evil looking smirk. "You see, lying won't get you anywhere. It's best not to try it anymore and answer clear and true, understood?" She leaned back a bit, moving her eyes of Steiner. Her head was slighty tilted to the back, her eyes pointing towards the ceiling and her hair fell back. "You know, if you answer without resisting and not lying of course, you might even get to see the 'peachy Gallia'. New Paris is a real beauty."
She let her body fall forward again, now siting in an upright position again. A quick stroke through her hair, a quick move to straighten the uniform followed by an audible cough. "Anyways, let's get back to my question, shall we 'chérie'?" She did call Steiner chérie on purpose, she did not like him though and therefor pronounced it with a disgusted tone. "And this time I want the truth, understood? I don't like being lied at and you don't want to make me unhappy, do you?" Again her voice turned to the stone cold and emotionless tone she had used most of the time. Her face was turned over to Steiner, cold and emotionless.
"Answer." A quick and emotionless word filled the room. It was clear that she wasn't going to accept another lie.
He couldn't help but let slip a small smile. In stark contrast to her emotionless behaviour, he was full of display, smiles and chuckles were obviously commonplace with him, and he saw no reason to be hostile to her just yet. If you do not believe the answer I have given, then there was little point in asking the question. But it seems you already know how Bretonia fares so how about you ask a different question? Or would you rather I asked one, believe me I have a great many.