01-10-2020, 05:27 PM
(Written Jointly with [nation]Lauchenoiria[/nation]
Location Unknown
Date Unknown - Time Unknown
The ten by ten room with no windows and a three inch thick steel door had been Janet Ashton's entire world for sometime now. Despite being locked in this room for over a month, she hadn't gotten at all used to the blaring siren noises that would wake her up anytime she tried to close her eyes for a minute or the seemingly random abuse she would receive from the guards. Her empty stomach growled loudly. She hadn't eaten in at least a week.
The huge metal door creaked open slowly, revealing a single pale man. This development took Ashton by surprise. She was expecting more guards to come in and throw her up against the wall before beating her with their batons.
"Mrs. Ashton, I'd like a word with you." The man stated in a voice so soft it could have passed for a whisper.
"What do you want?" she replied, her voice shaking, matching her body. She was so tired, and hungry, and in so much pain.
The man, who she now recognized as the Department of Internal Security's head, James Maguire, smiled eerily before answering.
"My dear, don't you think this torment has gone on long enough? What if I told you that I can make this hellhole a little more pleasant with every piece of information you give me regarding the Aurora Program? I could get the noises or the beatings to stop. Just say the word."
She looked up at him, her eyes betraying her desperation. "Please," she whispered. "I'll talk, I'll tell you what you want to know. I can't bear it any longer."
The director began grinning sinisterly. He languidly crouched next to her before resting his boney hand on her exposed shoulder bones.
"Tell me everything you know. Every name, every place, everything. Spill."
She shivered and pulled back almost subconsciously. "I grew up in the Aurora training centre in Kerlile, where my name was Jade. I came to LOM when I was 14 in order to begin building a cover story which would allow me to infiltrate the Department of Internal Security. I would be given further orders as to what I was meant to do there if I was ever activated." She looked up at him tentatively.
Still beaming like a madman, the director stood and began to walk towards the exit.
"Well," he began suddenly. "You won't have to worry about those siren noises anymore but if that's all the information you can provide then I'm afraid I can't give you any other privileges."
"Wait, wait, please!" she cried, crawling towards him. "I have more, don't go!" Tears had begun to form in the corner of her eyes. She was desperate. She couldn't bear it any longer. She thought that if she had to go through another day of this routine it would kill her.
The director spun to face her with startling speed. He then knelt next to Ashton and slapped her across the face.
"When I tell you to spill, you spill everything. Tell me all. Tell me right now. I swear that if you tell me everything you know right now your quality of life will improve immeasurably."
She began to cry. "I trained with other girls sent to other countries," she said in between sobs. "I remember ones sent to Shuell, Lauchenoiria and Iustos. Their names back then were Jacqueline, Janet and Jane. They name us each year with a different letter of the alphabet. I don't remember the names they took going to their assigned countries. Everyone in my year group was ordered to try and infiltrate the intelligence service of their country. I hadn't been activated, I'd never been given a mission, I was just doing my job and living as Janet Ashton like ordered and waiting to be called on. My Kerlian citizen ID is 19169223. Is there anything else you want to know? How we were trained? Anything? I'll tell you, just ask," she broke down into uncontrollable sobs, the stress of her imprisonment finally proving too much for her.
Maguire chuckled loudly. "See? All you have to do is tell me everything you know. The information you've provided me with so far, if true, will prove invaluable in the hunt for your friends. You have failed the matriarchy on all accounts but, as promised, you will be moved to a far less dismal abode. I'm going to leave this room and then your guards are going to escort you to a nice room. It has no windows and will still be locked at all times but at least you will get running water and a bed. You'll be fed on a regular basis and won't be tortured ever again. As you provide us more information, your accommodations will improve. If we decide you have truly revealed all of your secrets, we will trade you back to the Kerlians. Good day to you."
At that, Director Maguire left the room and closed the door behind him, leaving Janet all alone in her cell.
Her sobs died down, and she tried to take some deep breaths but she struggled. "You have failed the matriarchy on all accounts." His voice rang through her head as she gasped for breath. She put her hands to her mouth, her eyes wide. She retched, but with no food in her stomach there was nothing to throw up. She had betrayed the Matriarchy. She was weak. She crawled into the corner of her cell and began to sob once more.
Location Unknown
Date Unknown - Time Unknown
The ten by ten room with no windows and a three inch thick steel door had been Janet Ashton's entire world for sometime now. Despite being locked in this room for over a month, she hadn't gotten at all used to the blaring siren noises that would wake her up anytime she tried to close her eyes for a minute or the seemingly random abuse she would receive from the guards. Her empty stomach growled loudly. She hadn't eaten in at least a week.
The huge metal door creaked open slowly, revealing a single pale man. This development took Ashton by surprise. She was expecting more guards to come in and throw her up against the wall before beating her with their batons.
"Mrs. Ashton, I'd like a word with you." The man stated in a voice so soft it could have passed for a whisper.
"What do you want?" she replied, her voice shaking, matching her body. She was so tired, and hungry, and in so much pain.
The man, who she now recognized as the Department of Internal Security's head, James Maguire, smiled eerily before answering.
"My dear, don't you think this torment has gone on long enough? What if I told you that I can make this hellhole a little more pleasant with every piece of information you give me regarding the Aurora Program? I could get the noises or the beatings to stop. Just say the word."
She looked up at him, her eyes betraying her desperation. "Please," she whispered. "I'll talk, I'll tell you what you want to know. I can't bear it any longer."
The director began grinning sinisterly. He languidly crouched next to her before resting his boney hand on her exposed shoulder bones.
"Tell me everything you know. Every name, every place, everything. Spill."
She shivered and pulled back almost subconsciously. "I grew up in the Aurora training centre in Kerlile, where my name was Jade. I came to LOM when I was 14 in order to begin building a cover story which would allow me to infiltrate the Department of Internal Security. I would be given further orders as to what I was meant to do there if I was ever activated." She looked up at him tentatively.
Still beaming like a madman, the director stood and began to walk towards the exit.
"Well," he began suddenly. "You won't have to worry about those siren noises anymore but if that's all the information you can provide then I'm afraid I can't give you any other privileges."
"Wait, wait, please!" she cried, crawling towards him. "I have more, don't go!" Tears had begun to form in the corner of her eyes. She was desperate. She couldn't bear it any longer. She thought that if she had to go through another day of this routine it would kill her.
The director spun to face her with startling speed. He then knelt next to Ashton and slapped her across the face.
"When I tell you to spill, you spill everything. Tell me all. Tell me right now. I swear that if you tell me everything you know right now your quality of life will improve immeasurably."
She began to cry. "I trained with other girls sent to other countries," she said in between sobs. "I remember ones sent to Shuell, Lauchenoiria and Iustos. Their names back then were Jacqueline, Janet and Jane. They name us each year with a different letter of the alphabet. I don't remember the names they took going to their assigned countries. Everyone in my year group was ordered to try and infiltrate the intelligence service of their country. I hadn't been activated, I'd never been given a mission, I was just doing my job and living as Janet Ashton like ordered and waiting to be called on. My Kerlian citizen ID is 19169223. Is there anything else you want to know? How we were trained? Anything? I'll tell you, just ask," she broke down into uncontrollable sobs, the stress of her imprisonment finally proving too much for her.
Maguire chuckled loudly. "See? All you have to do is tell me everything you know. The information you've provided me with so far, if true, will prove invaluable in the hunt for your friends. You have failed the matriarchy on all accounts but, as promised, you will be moved to a far less dismal abode. I'm going to leave this room and then your guards are going to escort you to a nice room. It has no windows and will still be locked at all times but at least you will get running water and a bed. You'll be fed on a regular basis and won't be tortured ever again. As you provide us more information, your accommodations will improve. If we decide you have truly revealed all of your secrets, we will trade you back to the Kerlians. Good day to you."
At that, Director Maguire left the room and closed the door behind him, leaving Janet all alone in her cell.
Her sobs died down, and she tried to take some deep breaths but she struggled. "You have failed the matriarchy on all accounts." His voice rang through her head as she gasped for breath. She put her hands to her mouth, her eyes wide. She retched, but with no food in her stomach there was nothing to throw up. She had betrayed the Matriarchy. She was weak. She crawled into the corner of her cell and began to sob once more.