Titor's Cell
Alec sighed and closed the book. He gave a nod of his bald head and the two men with him stepped forward and violently seized Titor and dragged him over to the stone chair in the rooms center. The men tossed Titor into it and held him down with one hand each as they shackled the male to the chair in a similar manner to how Kahn'a was bound.Â
Alec waited till Titor was snug and then slowly approached, his pen twirling in his fingers as he spoke.
"I am sorry for what is coming. This all could have been so painless. I hope that between now and the arrival of our mutual friend, you can find your tongue...before you lose it." Alec suddenly took his pen and drove it into Titor's cheek, letting the blood coat the writing implement. He then turned and opened the book to the page about Titor. At the bottom, in fluid words, he traced in blood the words "Requires motivation."
Alec then left the room.
It was nearly a bell later that Kresha entered, her white robes hanging loosely about her as her black hair hung around her neck. Two men came with her, carrying buckets and towels. The female looked at Titor in the chair and gave a polite smile as she saw the blood oozing from Titor's cheek.Â
"I see you already wear the crimson. I do hope I am not forced to make you wear more. Our commanding officer was rather hopful you would be wiser than the other Red Wing I just finished questioning. So then, care to speak of your own free will?"
Black Chains HQ
A'trus stood dumbfounded at Ryder's disclosure as he blinked. So he had been right, something WAS going on and he was smack in the middle of a game the higher ups were playing.Â
A'trus dropped his salute and nodded quickly, keeping his thoughts to himself.
"As you say sir, if you will follow me."Â
The miqo'te turned and exchanged brief words with Sergeant Rungee. The Sergeant nodded and slipped off as A'trus began leading Ryder to a small room with a circular table and six chairs surrounding it. Once both officers were inside the room, A'trus shut the door and turned to his superior.
"Alright sir, please fill me in on what is going on with this hunt. Because I have gathered some rather distressing details about the Red Wings that was not only not imparted to me in my orders, it seems that I am caught in some sort of game between the higher command and if I am going to be losing any more of my soldiers I want to know why."
A'trus had to bit the inner lining of his lip to stifle his frustration and keep his military bearing. The fact that this man was here, now, was all the proof he needed to know he was being used and the solider of ten years wanted to vomit. He served Ul'dah, not some senior officers personal agenda. He would gladly bring in the Red Wings for their crimes, but he was going to raise all sorts of hell if he was going to be continually sent in blind against enemies that obviously matched or exceeded the talents of his own forces.
Alec sighed and closed the book. He gave a nod of his bald head and the two men with him stepped forward and violently seized Titor and dragged him over to the stone chair in the rooms center. The men tossed Titor into it and held him down with one hand each as they shackled the male to the chair in a similar manner to how Kahn'a was bound.Â
Alec waited till Titor was snug and then slowly approached, his pen twirling in his fingers as he spoke.
"I am sorry for what is coming. This all could have been so painless. I hope that between now and the arrival of our mutual friend, you can find your tongue...before you lose it." Alec suddenly took his pen and drove it into Titor's cheek, letting the blood coat the writing implement. He then turned and opened the book to the page about Titor. At the bottom, in fluid words, he traced in blood the words "Requires motivation."
Alec then left the room.
It was nearly a bell later that Kresha entered, her white robes hanging loosely about her as her black hair hung around her neck. Two men came with her, carrying buckets and towels. The female looked at Titor in the chair and gave a polite smile as she saw the blood oozing from Titor's cheek.Â
"I see you already wear the crimson. I do hope I am not forced to make you wear more. Our commanding officer was rather hopful you would be wiser than the other Red Wing I just finished questioning. So then, care to speak of your own free will?"
Black Chains HQ
A'trus stood dumbfounded at Ryder's disclosure as he blinked. So he had been right, something WAS going on and he was smack in the middle of a game the higher ups were playing.Â
A'trus dropped his salute and nodded quickly, keeping his thoughts to himself.
"As you say sir, if you will follow me."Â
The miqo'te turned and exchanged brief words with Sergeant Rungee. The Sergeant nodded and slipped off as A'trus began leading Ryder to a small room with a circular table and six chairs surrounding it. Once both officers were inside the room, A'trus shut the door and turned to his superior.
"Alright sir, please fill me in on what is going on with this hunt. Because I have gathered some rather distressing details about the Red Wings that was not only not imparted to me in my orders, it seems that I am caught in some sort of game between the higher command and if I am going to be losing any more of my soldiers I want to know why."
A'trus had to bit the inner lining of his lip to stifle his frustration and keep his military bearing. The fact that this man was here, now, was all the proof he needed to know he was being used and the solider of ten years wanted to vomit. He served Ul'dah, not some senior officers personal agenda. He would gladly bring in the Red Wings for their crimes, but he was going to raise all sorts of hell if he was going to be continually sent in blind against enemies that obviously matched or exceeded the talents of his own forces.
