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[color=E8113C][sub]October 9th, 528 - 12:10am[/sub][/color][/center] 


[center][h2][color=E8113C] Interrogation level - Hasgad Holding Facility[/color][/h2][/center]

Although no alarm had been raised as the group made their way across the room, the elevator suddenly whirred to life. The cables groaned as the elevator rose. The floor indicator changed from 1 to 2… And finally to three as the elevator continued past without opening. The quiet ding of the elevator opening upstairs was muted and the sound of heavy thuds could be heard down the shaft, but the vampires could hear two voices chatting casually.

[color=yellow] “I’m getting as far from here as possible. Mosquito infested swamps are the worst. Cold and snowy, like back home, that's where I’m headed.”[/color] One of them bitched. [color=yellow]“Can’t believe they put me in this shit hole after everything.”[/color]

[color=orange]“Well, hey. We’re almost done. Once that freak is done frying the mages, we’re less than an hour away from freedom.”[/color] The other placated, a grunt of exertion breaking their words. [color=orange] “And then you can put in for that post closer to your family, right? Just have to clear out the Interrogation rooms and we can head out.”[/color] The cables began to groan again as the lift descended. 


[center][h2][color=E8113C]Execution Level - Hasgad Holding Facility[/color][/h2][/center]

The Execution chamber of the Hasgand Holding facility was a singular, large room with various covered holes in the floor and attachment points on the wall and ceiling for whatever method the inquisitor and its henchmen were interested in for the night. The stone room was covered in long, metallic strips that ran up the walls and ceiling in a neat grid that included the two heavily reinforced metal doors, which served as the only two points of entry for the room. Two guards, one on each door, stood at rapt attention. 

The scent of smoldering flesh permeated the air as another corpse hit the ground, the face of the poor woman perpetually twisted in agony as smoke wafted off the large black spots at the temple. She’d been fun, but ultimately these mages were too weak to really handle what their executioner wanted to put them through. Two others remained, shackled in heavy chains near the pedestal he’d spent the past ten minutes shoving as much electricity into the silly rebel as she could handle before he got bored and fried her brain with barely a thought. 

[color=9063FE]“Now, now. Did you enjoy the show? Have we worked up your appetite for a little fun yourself?”[/color] Nasir cheerfully directed his question to the conscious prisoner. The other, a little less worse for wear but still not in great condition, was still under the influence of the drugs they’d pumped into him and he was knocked out like a baby on the floor. [color=9063FE]“I’m sure you’re interested in the chance to free yourself, but we have to wake up your little friend first!”[/color] 

Adorned in the recently redone white and gold Inquisitor uniforms, the supposedly absent Inquisitor Hasgad made his way to his unconscious ward. The heavy soles of his boots echoed in the all but vacant chamber until he carefully lowered himself to one knee, gently brushing away where hair blocked his temple. [color=9063FE] “Wakey, wakey little birdie. Time to sing a song for me.”[/color] Inquisitor Hasgad crooned as a flash of light sent a shock straight to Roan’s brain.