Sylina looked at the man before her, analysing his face for lies she knew he would inevitably tell. "What is your business here? Who hired you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
She had found over her time working as an interrogator that the queiter she spoke the more afraid of her the targets were. When she yelled they either laughed or assumed she was trying to make herself more intimidating than she was. But when she whispered they knew she was deadly.
The man coughed, the gut punch she had given him a few moments ago was only just beginning to wear off. "I... I can't tell you who hired me."
"If you don't, I'll kill you before they get the chance." Of course, he would die anyway. Either from starvation or experiments. She had yet to decide where he would go when she was done with him. "Tell me, or suffer further."
"I was hired... by your old black market unit." he said. She sighed, this wasn't the first time someone had claimed her old unit was after her. She had skipped out on a command position when she left the school, and they wanted to know where she was so they could bring her back into their control. This was all common knowledge at this point, and he would know it no matter what unit he was working for.
"You're lying. They're looking for me, but they're not who hired you." she whispered. She looked at her watch. 'Damn. I'll have to finish this later.'
Standing she walked to the door and knocked for someone to come in. "Take him to the dungeons, I'll be back for him later."
With that she walked out of the room, leaving her subordinates to move the man and get the room cleaned for her next session. She headed for her rooms to quickly change and clean up for the meeting, knowing she had just enough time to get there.
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Her room was located near the conference room they would be using, being the interrogator she was often needed to quickly question those who were found lying their way in. She quickly cleaned herself up and put on her nicest blue shirt and jacket and a pair of black slacks. Her heels clicked as she made her way through the building to the room. As she passed the guards she flashed her sheild, the symbol of the cult, without word and continued past them to the room.
Upon entering she saw that Markus and Robert were already here, and the Prophet was behind his customary screen. "Evening gentlemen. Sorry I'm running a little later than usual. We have an... interesting guest downstairs."
She took the seat directly across from Markus, flipping her braided black hair over her shoulder as she sat.
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