Titor's cell
Alec scribbled slowly as Titor, though Alec raised his eyebrows in a expression of interest at the words Titor spoke and he paused his writing as he fixed the Red Wing with his eyes.
"You believe they are innocent do you? Well if you are going to make a statement like that I am going to need you to support such a claim. What, during your time with the Red Wings, an organization that is supposed to have no combat oriented missions, is innocent of such claims? Â You say they are responsible for none of them, yet we know for a fact that the Red Wings did harbor a terrorist. If we know that is true and yet you claim.it is not, can we really trust the weight in your words? In my mind you have already shattered your own credibility. It would be a shame to have to resort more base methods of interrogation when we are having such a plea sent conversation. So, for your own sake, please choose you next words carefully. How can you prove the Red Wings
 are innocent?"
Alec smiled as he twirled his pen through his fingers as he waited.
Kahn's Cell
Kresha looked at the ruined face that sputtered water and blood from his mouth. Kresha was being kind to Kahn'a. This was mild com paired to what she had done in the past but she was getting annoyed and even A'trus knew not to bother her when she was annoyed. A'trus didn't enjoy this sort of information gathering but understood its necessity and made sure Kresha had every thing she needed. She had rooms of tools and devices and had used everyone at least once.
The tall woman went and seized a bucket on her own and three the contents of the bucket at Kahn'a all at once. There was no towel and no slow pour. The wall of water would slam into kahn'a with a tremendous force and there was not fabric to keep the salt and water out if the fresh wounds. Not this time. Kresha then took the empty bucket and tipped it over Kahn A's head before the nodded to one of her men who wound back and drove his fist into the side of the bucket, knocking the bucket off Kahn'a's head. Kresha then turned and pulled out a wicked looking knife and twirled it through her fingers.
"I'm getting bored, Mr. od'hilkas. And when I am bored, I get creative. All this can stop though. Give me the location in Limsa the Red Wings would hid. We know you have a lot of contacts there. Where Mr. Od'hilkas! Or I cut off my pounds of flesh and drown them in salt water and then feed them too you."
A'trus' quarters
A'trus had fallen asleep in his tub and the water was cold by the time he awoke. The miqo'te quickly got out and dressed in a fresh uniform before he took his weapon and went to his office. He took a cleaning kit from his desk and began cleaning his firearm as he looked over his map, as if he stared hard enough, he would suddenly know where he needed to hunt next.
Alec scribbled slowly as Titor, though Alec raised his eyebrows in a expression of interest at the words Titor spoke and he paused his writing as he fixed the Red Wing with his eyes.
"You believe they are innocent do you? Well if you are going to make a statement like that I am going to need you to support such a claim. What, during your time with the Red Wings, an organization that is supposed to have no combat oriented missions, is innocent of such claims? Â You say they are responsible for none of them, yet we know for a fact that the Red Wings did harbor a terrorist. If we know that is true and yet you claim.it is not, can we really trust the weight in your words? In my mind you have already shattered your own credibility. It would be a shame to have to resort more base methods of interrogation when we are having such a plea sent conversation. So, for your own sake, please choose you next words carefully. How can you prove the Red Wings
 are innocent?"
Alec smiled as he twirled his pen through his fingers as he waited.
Kahn's Cell
Kresha looked at the ruined face that sputtered water and blood from his mouth. Kresha was being kind to Kahn'a. This was mild com paired to what she had done in the past but she was getting annoyed and even A'trus knew not to bother her when she was annoyed. A'trus didn't enjoy this sort of information gathering but understood its necessity and made sure Kresha had every thing she needed. She had rooms of tools and devices and had used everyone at least once.
The tall woman went and seized a bucket on her own and three the contents of the bucket at Kahn'a all at once. There was no towel and no slow pour. The wall of water would slam into kahn'a with a tremendous force and there was not fabric to keep the salt and water out if the fresh wounds. Not this time. Kresha then took the empty bucket and tipped it over Kahn A's head before the nodded to one of her men who wound back and drove his fist into the side of the bucket, knocking the bucket off Kahn'a's head. Kresha then turned and pulled out a wicked looking knife and twirled it through her fingers.
"I'm getting bored, Mr. od'hilkas. And when I am bored, I get creative. All this can stop though. Give me the location in Limsa the Red Wings would hid. We know you have a lot of contacts there. Where Mr. Od'hilkas! Or I cut off my pounds of flesh and drown them in salt water and then feed them too you."
A'trus' quarters
A'trus had fallen asleep in his tub and the water was cold by the time he awoke. The miqo'te quickly got out and dressed in a fresh uniform before he took his weapon and went to his office. He took a cleaning kit from his desk and began cleaning his firearm as he looked over his map, as if he stared hard enough, he would suddenly know where he needed to hunt next.
