There's some cursing and a bit of racism. That's not actually all there is in this small segment, either... and this isn't even the worst bit of writing like this I've done...)
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A typical flook finally entered, though slammed the metal interrogation room door behind as he did. It wasn't too hard to place him even with the plain black suit; the deep red tie that he quickly straightened immediately placed him as a director, the small golden pin on his lapel meant he was in charge of a division base, most likely this one. It was extremely rare for such a director to do interrogations, even though supposedly with their Academy training they would be well-practiced for such a thing. Felicity straightened and sat forward, resting her elbows on the uncomfortable table as she knit her fingers together. This was looking to be an extremely interesting experience.
He tilted his head as he examined her causing a shiver to start up the journalist’s spine but she managed to suppress it. He walked over and scraped his chair loudly against the floor before sitting down, then continued his creepy stare. “You must be the Sendrian everyone’s going on about…”
She bristled at the words. “Excuse me?”
The director sighed as he seemed to take a fancy to studying his fingernails only adding to her slow boiling rage. After a moment, he folded his hands onto the table, then shot a rather flat stare across. “Oh, sorry. I suppose you'd prefer whore, wouldn't you.”
Slamming the table, she stood up in a flurry though still tried to keep her breathing calm. It was also mostly to distract from the stinging pain now in her hands as well. “Now look he-”
His hand wrapped suddenly and tightly around her left wrist. “My aren't we fiery?” A slight smirk twitched at the corner of his mouth. “But maybe you've forgotten; where’s you’re ring?”
A sudden chill instantly froze her. That was right, the cadet still had it… Mycroft, as he was so inclined to remind her. It hadn't really seemed all that important in the clinic, but it was odd that the International Division cared so much about one measly cadet.
The feeling of skin against her forehead forced her out of the thoughts. The director had decided it was okay to walk around the table and press in close to her, breathing heavily over her mouth. She did her best to repress the need to gag from the pungent smell.
“You must feel so… vulnerable, being without it…” He stroked through her hair, fingers trailing in deep.
She let out a noncommittal moan before trying her best to lock on with his eyes. “… W-well… Actually…”
A sudden upward jerk of her leg solicited a painful groan from him and she smiled, before making another quick jab to his chest causing him to stumble back. Then she took a moment to carefully run her hands deep though her hair to get the feeling of his hands off before giving a kick straight to his chest.
The door swung open with a loud grinding squeak. Security officers quickly flooded the small opening.
Letting out a loud groan, the director slowly tried to hoist himself up using the table. “… Good… S-security…” He pointed to Felicity, his arm shaking heavily. “That whore-”
“Really, Andrew… don’t embarrass yourself anymore.” Another nicely dressed man was elbowing his way though the officers, or more they were parting to let him through. His suit was actually more finely tailored then the now beat-up director, though he wore a deep green tie which usually denoted a consultant. He gave a nod and the officers streamed into the room, hoisting up the director and dragging him out against his adamant protests.
Felicity let out a deep sigh as she leaned heavily against the table, at least till she noticed that the consultant hadn’t actually left the room. Instead, he was standing over by the holographic consul flipping quickly through the screens.
A cold shiver shot up her spine as she continued watching. He was shutting off the surveillance footage; nobody had access to do something like that. She slowly backed away, though the door was shut again and even so he was blocking the way to that.
He finally turned around and flashed a warm smile, then seemingly feeling her tension raised his hands in a gesture of goodwill although all she noticed was he wasn't wearing a bracelet, either. That and a gold pin sparkled from his lapel, though no consultants ever needed nor wore a gold pin. ”Now, there’s no need for alarm,” he stated rather informally, stepping slowly closer.
“Who the hell are you?” she demanded, immediately sidestepping to keep the table between them.
He sighed as he shook his head and even let out a light sounding laugh. “Sorry, I suppose an introduction is a bit necessary, isn't it?” Glancing up, he smiled again trying hard to connect with her gaze. “I’m Greg; I suppose you've already noticed I’m a consultant.”
“I've also noticed you’re not wearing an ID,” Felicity stated harshly as she quickly flicked her eyes to his wrist before locking her glance to the floor.
“Yes… well…” He rubbed his wrist dismissively as a slight smirk started across his face. “I find most bracelets very… restrictive.” He then gently seemed to caress the top of the nearby chair as he continued walking by, slowly continuing around to Felicity.
Another shiver shot through her spine as she quickly kept up the distance between them, his face falling to a darkened frown as she did so. She leaned against the nearby chair as she took a deep breath. “You've also got a High Honors pin; consultants don’t need to wear those.”
He finally slumped for a moment and let out a deep sigh before straightening up and pulling out the nearest chair. Smiling lightly, he collapsed into the chair then steepled his fingers over the table. “You're… a journalist, right?”
Felicity shrugged, carefully edging towards the nearest seat as she tried her best to keep her gaze fixed on the strange consultant. "So what if I am?"
"For the Sendrian Times, if I'm not mistaken," he continued unfazed, tapping through the holographic prompt connected into the table. After a moment he seemed to find the file he was probably looking for, though suddenly squinted at the screen before shaking his head and mumbling something under his breath. Then after letting out a tense sigh and rubbing heavily at the bridge of his nose the consultant reached into the inside of his suit jacket and pulled out a pair of glasses. He carefully set them on, even taking quite a bit of time to make sure they were straight, then glanced across the table before actually focusing on the prompt. "... Yes... That's it. Felicity Saben, isn't it?"
She shifted anxiously, then let out a nervous laugh. “Y-you need reading glasses?”
He blinked, then flicked the holographic prompts to the side as he folded his arms on the table. “I suppose it would look that way, wouldn't it; though we all have our own little secrets…” Fixing his glasses he glanced off to the side as if trying to collect his thoughts better, then a warm smile crossed his face as he leaned back. “Our own sides to a story, if you'd prefer.”
Felicity gulped hard as she pulled the chair out and finally sat down. “… Y-you’re hiding the fact you need glasses…”
The consultant tapped the side of his glasses frames as a wide grin appeared across his face. “An unfortunate fact.”
She shifted, a nervous pit twisting up her stomach as she took a bit more care to study him. “W-why would you hide that?”
“Why indeed?” His grin slipped down to a straight line of a frown as he went back to tapping at the holographic prompt. Then the consultant paused again before flicking a screen over to her side of the table, the screen clearly displaying a file and an attached picture of himself. A smirk replaced the frown. “I guess I wasn't very thorough with my introduction; I apologize for that.”
Felicity bristled again; trying hard to keep one eye on the man across the table, she glanced to the file. He was still hiding something, or trying to make her feel like he was. Letting out a sigh, she read the name aloud. “Gregory… Othellen?”
“Amazing, isn't it?”
She huffed, flinging the screen back to the other side of the table. “… Doesn’t mean anything…”
“And yet it explains everything, doesn't it?” The corner of his mouth twitched to a smile as he closed the holographic prompts. He took off his glasses and let out a sigh as he examined the lenses. “I’m sure you noticed I have access to the security systems.” Taking a deep breath, he slid his glasses back on then seemed to examine her. “… but of course, that’s not the only tricks I know…”
A chill shot down her spine as she shot up from her seat. Still, the dizziness got to her first, and she quickly grabbed onto the table, hoping the sudden rush of nausea would go back down. “W-why are you telling me this?” Felicity gulped and tried hard to steady her breathing before glaring down the table. “You know exactly what I do…”
He stood as well, back to smiling warmly at her. “Yes… I've read a few of your articles, and you’re certainly not the type to be interested in cheap gossip.”
She leaned heavily on the table, gritting her teeth. “That didn't answer my question.”
“Fine…” The consultant took off his glasses, then blinked a bit before rubbing vigorously at the bridge of his nose. “Let’s just say we have similar goals.
“I highly doubt that.”
He sighed as he finally stared forlornly down at the table, gently rubbing his left forearm though he was trying to keep it from view. "Well, I… know what you've been running from."
Felicity froze as her mind jumped back to a memory long since forgotten; images and words blurred in her head causing the room to nearly sway and a pounding headache to start. So many questions rushed and berated as she only stared, her mouth dry and locked together under the weight of it all.
He only stood and gave a mild nod before shuffling out, leaving her to the discontent of unknowing.
(okay... I'll post some much more light-hearted pieces next...)
