[h2][center]Dr. Gabriel Cole//[color=teal]ICARUS[/color][/center][/h2]

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[b]Tartarus Sub-Station
Location [CLASSIFIED][/b]

There were a few surface similarities between the Forge, Gabriel's main base of operations, and Tartarus Sub-Station, a side project he'd developed concurrently to it. For instance, both of them had been constructed by the nanites he'd sourced from Daedalus, both of them contained highly-powerful technology of his own design, and both locations were secured in just such a way that no one but Gabriel, or someone similarly empowered, would be able to find them, much less access them. Of course, this is where the similarities ended, for the main difference between the two was thus:

The Forge was a dedicated research, development, and fabrication facility. Tartarus, on the other hand, was designed to be a prison.

Gabriel stormed into the facility, very upset by his recent findings regarding the activities that had led to this point. In other words, what was in the crate was very much [i]not worth it.[/i] Someone had played them all like suckers, and he wanted some answers as to who and why. He passed into the main area of the facility, which housed rows and rows of strange-looking pedestals set into the floor. One in particular held something of interest, as he made a beeline over to it.

Maverick hung suspended in the air over the pedestal, unconscious, surrounded in what looked like a heat blur (in actuality, an anti-gravity field). Her belt lay on a table near the girl's "cell," where the LEGION drone had left it. He picked it up, popping open the compartment on the front. Inside were all the materials that Maverick had transformed into during their fight, including a few others she hadn't gotten to test out before the fight was over. All of this implied that she needed to be in close contact with the materials she was channeling in order to maintain her shape-shifting. He plucked the piece of wonder metal out of the belt and closed it, before walking out in front of the containment unit. He activated his armor, so as to protect his identity in case the girl woke up, and spoke.

[color=teal]"All right, Daedalus, what's the situation?"[/color]

[b]"well, as you can see, she is stable. and she has been disarmed in anticipation of any breach attempts- her power sources have been confiscated, and she is out of contact of any materials which she could use to facilitate an escape attempt."[/b]

[color=teal]"Good. Gods forbid she do anything with the Phylactery-alloy. I don't even want to think about what she might be capable of with that in her system."[/color]

[b]"agreed. i assume you are here to interrogate her, then. shall i awaken her?"[/b]

[color=teal]"Yes. But please, gently- we've put her through enough already tonight."[/color]

[b]"understood."[/b] The anti-grav field around Maverick suddenly took on a greenish cast, as well as a static-electricity-looking crackle across her skin. Nothing painful, just enough to stimulate her into a more wakeful state. As she stirred, Gabriel fiddled with the piece of metal he'd taken from her belt, waiting for her to be conscious enough to hold a conversation.

[color=teal]"So... Miss Maverick. We need to talk."[/color]