Rupert had been, yet again, roughly removed from his cell and brought to an interrogation room, and chained to a bar on the table. It wasn't the same room as before, not that it really mattered. One interrogation room was much the same as another. He hoped it wasn't that SIS bint coming to see him again, but at least the temperature was set properly this time. Just as he got himself comfortable for another long wait, he heard the sound of a guard fumbling with keys just outside the door.
"I don't know why you want to speak to him, Captain. If I had my way, he'd have already 'committed suicide', but orders are orders. Director Mountbatten won't be happy about this, of course, but that's your problem, not mine. I'll be at the guard station, keeping watch on the monitors. Just wave when you're ready to leave."
Just then, the door opened, a single person entering the room. As the person came into view, Rupert saw a younger officer in a BAF flight suit. The Captain's informal appearance and demeanor was a stark contrast to everyone else he had spoken with since his surrender. Rupert sat back in his chair and waited for the Captain to speak.
