Interrogation of the Order

[Moreton]

Moretons first reaction was to move his arms, only to realise they were chained behind him. He was sat, his legs were chained together, his wrists to the back of a chair he was sat on. In front of him was a desk, and beyond it a door. The rooms only lighting were thin lights stretching the top edges of the walls. Cameras were visible in each corner of the ceiling,staring at him, inquisitively as the lens visibly zoomed in and out at Moreton.

Moreton was breathing heavily, sweating, panicking. his head a mess of fear. Trying to think clearly, remember his training, but that was years ago, and nothing but a blur now. The sarcasm used to control his fear was now gone, Moreton felt like nothing could save him now. Was to be the end of the road?

The doors ahead opened up.