01-18-2020, 12:49 AM
(Joint Post with [nation]Lauchenoira[/nation])
Point Omega, Eiria
January 7th
Senior Commander Roman Wilson sat at his Guest in Point Omega, a secret and highly secure military base in Eiria. His desk was cluttered with papers noting the current operations, and all of them were the same, except for one. He picked up a thick manila folder marked "S-10, Operation Eden Overview" and read. A picture of a young woman was the first document, marked "Sarah Elset-Duffy, Captured 12-24-19". He called his assistant, Henry. "Schedule an Interrogation for today for Her". He pointed to the picture. "As soon as she finishes lunch. Room 18-A, if possible". Henry nodded. "Yes Sir".
Sarah Elset-Duffy lay in her cell, her face blank, staring at the ceiling. She had hoped to avoid ever being caught, but alas she was not so fortunate. Still, she wasn't overly worried. She was in Eiria, they were hardly likely to torture her. No, she wouldn't tell them anything.
A soldier in a dark, Navy Blue uniform, unlocked her cell. He gestured with his gun. "Up. Come on". The soldier was accompanied by seven other guards, and two grabbed her arms as she walked out. They brought her down the hall into a room with two chairs and a metal table, which her handcuffs were quickly attached to. A man occupied the chair across from her. "Miss Elset-Duffy. Welcome".
She remained silent, smirking at him and glancing around. She didn't intend to be very cooperative.
He Grinned back. "Not very Talkative, eh? Well, we may not make you talk with torture, because we aren't complete monsters, but we certainly have other ways to compell you to be more sharing".
She raised an eyebrow, surprised they would even mention the word torture. "Oh?" She asked casually.
He nodded. "Actually, you are hurting yourself by not talking. After all, we have all the evidence we need, and you have a husband and infant son at home. Alex and young Cameron?".
Her heart skipped a beat. "I know you won't hurt them, so you can forget about making those threats," she snarled.
He looked suprised. "I'm appalled that you thought that was what I was implying. Of course we'd never harm them. But we have enough evidence to get you at least fifteen years in prison. Cameron is three. That means you will get out when he is Eighteen. He won't remember you. And when he asks his father what happened to you, what will he say? That you died? That you were secretly a spy and now are in federal prison? By staying quiet, you are choosing to miss you son's childhood. If you work with us, we'll have you back much sooner, so you will actually get the chance to watch your child grow".
She paused, confused. "I'll miss it whatever happens, surely? You think I'm a Kerlian spy, so won't you deport me to Kerlile once my sentence is over? Assuming you manage to convict me," she added.
"If you don't cooperate, sure. But if you cooperate, I'm sure you could stay. After all, you wouldn't want to go back anyway if you help us. We can help you have a decent life, and actually have a family, without having to worry about someone finding out about you or what your next mission will be. When it comes to quality of life, Eiria certainly beats Kerlile, Yeah?".
She gritted her teeth and tried to prevent the tears that were threatening to fall. "My husband probably hates me now, and I doubt any court would give me custody. No, my life here is over."
"He does not hate you. In fact, on Christmas Eve, when we met with him to explain the situation, he asked our agents when he will see you next. He was desperate. He loves you. We could probably arrange a call, if you'd like. He is suprisingly loyal to you".
She looked into her interrogator's eyes, searching to see if she could tell if it was the truth. "Well..." she hesitated. "Say I was a Kerlian agent. What would you want me to do in exchange for such a call?"
He grinned. "With an admission, you can have all the calls you'd like. Extra information will shorten your sentence in prison exponentially". He sat forward. "So?".
She sat silently, thinking. On the one hand, admitting she was an Aurora was treason. She was a loyal Kerlian. But on the other hand, she had a chance of living a life again. A real one.
"I'm a Kerlian agent, sent here to infiltrate Eiria," she said finally.
The Interrogator smiled wide, overjoyed. "Thank you very much, Miss Elset-Duffy. Would you like that call now, or later, so you can shorten your sentence a bit more first?".
"Before I tell you anything," she said, staring him in the eyes sincerely, "I need to know that you can protect me and my family for any retaliation by the Matriarchy."
He nodded assuredly. "Of course. We will ensure you and their safety. Now, keep in mind you will have occasional inspections to ensure you aren't relaying more information to Kerlile, and you will be monitored, and you probably won't be able to hold a government job. Either than that, you are free after prison. Now, do you know any of the other agents sent to Eiria?".
"No," she shook her head. "They deliberately make sure we don't. I only know the identities of others in my training class, and they were sent to different countries."
He nodded. "Unfortunate, but understandable. We would like to know about those in your class, but at a different time. How did they train you, and who was in charge?".
"We are trained from early childhood in a centre somewhere in the Kerlian countryside. We go through normal school lessons but also learn martial arts, how to use weaponry, infiltration techniques and, when a little older, how to resist torture. There were women in charge on a day-to-day basis, but I imagine they used false names. They answered to Councillor Pierre, however. She was ultimately in charge though she only visited the facility every few months."
He wrote a few things down. "Okay. Well, Madame, if you'd like, we can talk later, so you can call your husband. Your help is very much appreciated".
She nodded, and smiled a little. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but she had one weakness. Her own childhood had been terrible, and she so desperately wanted to make sure her son had something different.
The Interrogator Gestured to the guards behind her. "Take her to the phones in section D". He picked up his notes. "Have a good day, Mrs. Elset-Duffy".
Point Omega, Eiria
January 7th
Senior Commander Roman Wilson sat at his Guest in Point Omega, a secret and highly secure military base in Eiria. His desk was cluttered with papers noting the current operations, and all of them were the same, except for one. He picked up a thick manila folder marked "S-10, Operation Eden Overview" and read. A picture of a young woman was the first document, marked "Sarah Elset-Duffy, Captured 12-24-19". He called his assistant, Henry. "Schedule an Interrogation for today for Her". He pointed to the picture. "As soon as she finishes lunch. Room 18-A, if possible". Henry nodded. "Yes Sir".
Sarah Elset-Duffy lay in her cell, her face blank, staring at the ceiling. She had hoped to avoid ever being caught, but alas she was not so fortunate. Still, she wasn't overly worried. She was in Eiria, they were hardly likely to torture her. No, she wouldn't tell them anything.
A soldier in a dark, Navy Blue uniform, unlocked her cell. He gestured with his gun. "Up. Come on". The soldier was accompanied by seven other guards, and two grabbed her arms as she walked out. They brought her down the hall into a room with two chairs and a metal table, which her handcuffs were quickly attached to. A man occupied the chair across from her. "Miss Elset-Duffy. Welcome".
She remained silent, smirking at him and glancing around. She didn't intend to be very cooperative.
He Grinned back. "Not very Talkative, eh? Well, we may not make you talk with torture, because we aren't complete monsters, but we certainly have other ways to compell you to be more sharing".
She raised an eyebrow, surprised they would even mention the word torture. "Oh?" She asked casually.
He nodded. "Actually, you are hurting yourself by not talking. After all, we have all the evidence we need, and you have a husband and infant son at home. Alex and young Cameron?".
Her heart skipped a beat. "I know you won't hurt them, so you can forget about making those threats," she snarled.
He looked suprised. "I'm appalled that you thought that was what I was implying. Of course we'd never harm them. But we have enough evidence to get you at least fifteen years in prison. Cameron is three. That means you will get out when he is Eighteen. He won't remember you. And when he asks his father what happened to you, what will he say? That you died? That you were secretly a spy and now are in federal prison? By staying quiet, you are choosing to miss you son's childhood. If you work with us, we'll have you back much sooner, so you will actually get the chance to watch your child grow".
She paused, confused. "I'll miss it whatever happens, surely? You think I'm a Kerlian spy, so won't you deport me to Kerlile once my sentence is over? Assuming you manage to convict me," she added.
"If you don't cooperate, sure. But if you cooperate, I'm sure you could stay. After all, you wouldn't want to go back anyway if you help us. We can help you have a decent life, and actually have a family, without having to worry about someone finding out about you or what your next mission will be. When it comes to quality of life, Eiria certainly beats Kerlile, Yeah?".
She gritted her teeth and tried to prevent the tears that were threatening to fall. "My husband probably hates me now, and I doubt any court would give me custody. No, my life here is over."
"He does not hate you. In fact, on Christmas Eve, when we met with him to explain the situation, he asked our agents when he will see you next. He was desperate. He loves you. We could probably arrange a call, if you'd like. He is suprisingly loyal to you".
She looked into her interrogator's eyes, searching to see if she could tell if it was the truth. "Well..." she hesitated. "Say I was a Kerlian agent. What would you want me to do in exchange for such a call?"
He grinned. "With an admission, you can have all the calls you'd like. Extra information will shorten your sentence in prison exponentially". He sat forward. "So?".
She sat silently, thinking. On the one hand, admitting she was an Aurora was treason. She was a loyal Kerlian. But on the other hand, she had a chance of living a life again. A real one.
"I'm a Kerlian agent, sent here to infiltrate Eiria," she said finally.
The Interrogator smiled wide, overjoyed. "Thank you very much, Miss Elset-Duffy. Would you like that call now, or later, so you can shorten your sentence a bit more first?".
"Before I tell you anything," she said, staring him in the eyes sincerely, "I need to know that you can protect me and my family for any retaliation by the Matriarchy."
He nodded assuredly. "Of course. We will ensure you and their safety. Now, keep in mind you will have occasional inspections to ensure you aren't relaying more information to Kerlile, and you will be monitored, and you probably won't be able to hold a government job. Either than that, you are free after prison. Now, do you know any of the other agents sent to Eiria?".
"No," she shook her head. "They deliberately make sure we don't. I only know the identities of others in my training class, and they were sent to different countries."
He nodded. "Unfortunate, but understandable. We would like to know about those in your class, but at a different time. How did they train you, and who was in charge?".
"We are trained from early childhood in a centre somewhere in the Kerlian countryside. We go through normal school lessons but also learn martial arts, how to use weaponry, infiltration techniques and, when a little older, how to resist torture. There were women in charge on a day-to-day basis, but I imagine they used false names. They answered to Councillor Pierre, however. She was ultimately in charge though she only visited the facility every few months."
He wrote a few things down. "Okay. Well, Madame, if you'd like, we can talk later, so you can call your husband. Your help is very much appreciated".
She nodded, and smiled a little. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but she had one weakness. Her own childhood had been terrible, and she so desperately wanted to make sure her son had something different.
The Interrogator Gestured to the guards behind her. "Take her to the phones in section D". He picked up his notes. "Have a good day, Mrs. Elset-Duffy".
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