Flint returned to the small room he had procured in the bunker, the single bed neatly tucked and set. Smudge the cat lay peacefully on the grey sheets and seemed to have gotten used to her surroundings, her bowl of water was empty however so Flint was quick to solve that problem. 
Thinking back to what Parry had said, Flint couldn’t believe that he had been lied too, he had known the man so long and yet he didn’t trust him with his secret? Never mind that he was an enforcer, and should have had him on record as a celestial. I guess that might have been the reason for the lies. Flint was pretty good at finding and cataloguing.

He needed to get back to the group, maybe see if they had got anywhere with the vampire. With a sigh he got up, beginning to nonchalantly walk to the ‘interrogation room’. When he finally got there he knocked lightly on the door. 
“Am I interrupting?” He asked as he entered 

“Or do I need to show you how a police officer gets information out of someone?” 

With the last question he clicked his fingers into a flame, then began to concentrate to make the flame hotter, and hotter until it was a blue sliver no bigger than a pin. He then lit a cigarette with it and extinguished it just as fast as he had created the bunsen like fire, apparently pretending to be unaware of the connotations he had just shown.