The Hollow Men

[Sarawr!?]

The Doctor

After what must have seemed like an enternity to Carter, standing in the dark looking into nothingness, a loud, firm, and condescending voice boomed over the speakers lining the interrogation cell while in the same moment the strip lights lining the ceiling and corners of the floor burst alive with an almost blinding intensity.

"Staff. Sergeant. Carter...how pleasant of you to join us today -- please do feel free to take a seat, try not to get too comfortable though. I will be with you shortly. That is all."
With that, Sergeant Carter was left alone to stew in the near deafening silence produced by "soundproofed" interrogation cells.

Doctor Greenfield however, remained in his office, just across the corridor, tucked behind a seemingly normal looking door, where he poured over the surveillance feeds like a Hawk, looking for any visible sign of weakness or unease as he watched Sergeant Carter, the newest candidate for service with the E.S.R.D, and as of today, Doctor Greenfield's newest play thing.

He leaned back in his leather chair laughing boisterously as he thought of just how he would make his "Grand impression", upon the dear Sergeant in the next room.

"Ah, that should do nicely...yes!" He sat up quickly, seemingly envigorated by some stroke of genius as he picked up the microphone wired into the interrogation room speakers and spoke in a scolding tone, carefully eying the now seated Carter. "Now, now now, Mister Carter...Didn't I tell you not to get too comfortable?"

He paused for a moment, watching the monitors with glee as Carter immediately straightened out his posture and began to look around the room, presumably for the cameras that were watching him.

"Tsk..Now I have to take your chair away..." He scolded, before pausing again to watch as two Marines clad similarly to Carter's previous escorts stepped briskly and in lock-step, through the metal cell doors, moving swiftly and silently, to relieve the Staff Sergeant of the chair he had been sitting in, by way of knocking him to the floor and flinging the chair against the back wall, where two of it's legs snapped off, leaving a nice mess there in the corner.

Greenfield watched silently as the Marines then exited the interrogation cell, damage done, point made. A subtle smirk crept across his lips as he pondered what to do next, while continuing to watch for any signs of protest or reaction from Carter.

After a long moment, Greenfield leaned into the Microphone again, and spoke in a feigned cheerful yet expectant tone. "Well? What are you waiting for, Sergeant? On your feet! Atten-hut!" He barked into the microphone, with some kind of sickly genuine laugh, before allowing silence to take hold again.

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