The Dark Cycle

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Knowing that the light would eventually show her face inevitably, she pulled down the scarf. Would have been too warm anyway. She mustered the apartment, along with her captive. Small, spartanic inventory. Maybe his story was in fact true and he had been transferred here shortly beforehand. That, however, brought up the question why that happened. She didn't even make a move, positioned clearly between him and his only escape path that didn't lead thousands of meters down. The sleek gun that pointed at him was almost fully loaded - one bar at its side was suspiciously absent. A previously fired shot. Other than that, nothing on her made an identification possible. The green eyes focused him, a glare that she usually used to scare students when they didn't do their homework. Interestingly enough, it worked well with prisoners as well - especially if you combined it with a gun.

"Well, a few things. Let's start with who you work for and what you have to do with the death of Cristofer Breisacher. You're no ordinary policeman, that much I can tell."