Ren: Interrogation

Collection: Ages of Youth/the Halleaux/Submissions-Chronicled by Ren

​Ren woke up lying on a comfortable bed in a place he had never been before. Mech sat at the foot of the bed tinkering with some mechanical parts, most likely a new invention he was testing. He looked up briefly and saw that Ren was awake.

"You gave Petra quite a scare" he said
Ren looked around and saw that he was in the hospital wing of the base. Soldiers were lying around the room on beds for as far as his eye could see.
"What happened" Ren asked him
"You lost too much blood and passed out" Mech explained "Don't worry, we got you stitched up, the cut on your chest was particularly nasty. I wish we would have been able to save your coat."
Ren noticed for the first time that his jacket was missing; he lay in the hospital bed with the cuts on his leg and chest exposed by the lack of his jacket. The doctor hadn't needed to remove his shirt, but had simply stitched the wound up through the large rip in his shirt.
"That's going to be quite an interesting scar when it's healed" Mech stated casually
"Yeah, well I don't have time to sit around here and chat, I've got things to do" said Ren
He sat up and gasped as pain exploded across his chest, he looked around and saw a syringe sitting on a metal tray next to his bed. He reached over, grabbed it, and read the label. He was pleased to see that it was local anesthesia. Mech turned to see what he was doing.
"You can't stick yourself with that" He exclaimed
"Why" Ren asked calmly
"Because you have no clue what you’re doing, no medical training whatsoever" He retorted
"I've done this before on other people, it can't be that different doing it to yourself" Ren said
With that he uncapped the syringe and inserted the needle into his chest near the stitches, He pushed the plunger about halfway in then removed the needle and did the same thing with the stitches on his leg. He waited for the local to start working andtried to get up again. He slid off the bed and drew himself up to his full height.
"Where are you going" Mech asked
"To get a new shirt" Ren replied tartly "Is my little friend still in the interrogation room?"
"Yes" Mech said cautiously
"Good, I'll be paying him a visit shortly, please notify Petra for me" he ordered
"What am I, your secretary?" Mech asked
"For the time being, yes" Ren said shortly
Ren walked off and went to his room, where he found another shirt and put it on. Then he went to his hidden kitchenette, where he tossed a shriveled up plastic package in the microwave andwaited. Two minutes later when the timer went off he pulled out the package and opened it, revealing a small tray of hot wings.
"My favorite" he said to himself
He froze suddenly struck by a brilliant idea. He reached up and pulled a huge crate down from a shelf. He placed it on the counter then ran to his closet to fetch a crowbar. After splitting open the crate he rummaged around and fished out a single package. He held it up and smiled, allowing himself a short moment of glory at the thought of his grand idea. He went back over and microwaved the second package while he ate his tray of wings. He sat on the counter thinking deeply to himself, only to have his thoughts interrupted by the familiarly loud knock at the door. He sighed to himself before putting down the food.
"It's open" He yelled
Ren heard the door open and close, which was shortly followed by the sound of soft footsteps.
"Where are you" came Petra's voice
"Kitchen" he yelled.
The footsteps approached as Petra rounded the corner. She stood in the door way and stared at him finishing up his tray of wings.
"Can I help you" he asked
"You never cease to amaze me" she said "You have a man tied to a chair and you're sitting on a counter eating a plate of hot wings like everything's good in the world"
"That about sums it up" he said "but I want to know, why are you here"
"I'm here because our newly updated scanners have detected another large force just miles away, we don't know that it's Javert, but it's big, it's moving fast, and it's heavily armed" she stated
"Interesting" he said
"Do you know anything about this" she asked
"As a matter of fact, I do" he said happily
"Explain" she said threateningly
"Well, you made that army out to be an actual army, not just a small force of soldiers led by a clueless commander, so I called in a favor" He said "I thought we were in for an actual siege, so I sent a message to the Nikitari and requested some assistance"
"And" she asked
"They're almost here" he said
The timer on the microwave dinged and Ren went over and fished out yet another plastic packaged meal. He stuck it on a plate and covered it with a metal lid.
"I'll be back, I have something I need to do" he said
" No torture" Petra said
"You really do make an effort to take the fun out of things, don't you" he asked her
A stern look told him that her mind was made up so he sighed and shook his head at her. Then he walked out and left her standing in the doorway. Petra thought she heard him say "Hopeless". Not wanting to miss what promised to be a great show, she hurried after him. She chased him down the halls of the base until they arrived at the interrogation room. As she stepped into the room next door to watch, Ren busted the door open and sliced off the ropes that bound the commander to the chair. He placed the platter on the extra chair as he slammed the door shut. After seeing that the door was locked securely, he looked at the commander. He recoiled under Ren's burning stare.
"What are you going to do to me, rip off my fingernails, shove broken glass in my mouth and punch me, electrocute me, blind me with acid?" he asked "I'm ready, I won't tell you anything"
"If I had things my way it would be all of the above, but unfortunately, my superior has stated expressly no torture" Ren replied, almost sadly
"So what are you going to do then" asked the commander
"Let's start off slow, what's your name?" Ren asked him
" I am Hamal" he replied
"Ok, Hamal, you're either extremely brave or extremely stupid, either way, I like you. So I'll level with you, tell me what I want to know and you can have this" Ren pulled back the lid with a flourish and split open the plastic revealing a hot rasher of bacon. Hamal's eyes widened at the sight of the food.
"I can't guarantee that I know everything you want to know. I am just a messenger, after all." he said. Ren's eyes narrowed.
"What do you mean" he asked
"Inspector Javert sent me and my men to deliver a message to the Haven Fighters." Hamal replied nervously
"What message?" Ren whispered
"Turn over Michael Ren, or he will mobilize the entire army and send them at you. The Have Fighters are not numerous enough to withstand the military might of the Authority. The Council has been more than patient with this ratty team of misfits that call themselves a rebellion. We will crush you like a boot crushes an insect. You have forty eight hours to respond before we take your silence as a negative and mobilize. I hope to speak to you soon. I expected better from the most highly trained assassin, but I suppose that you haven't been thinking clearly after what happened to Alex" Hamal rattled off
Ren's eyes widened and he dropped the plate. He turned on his heel and staggered out of the room, he stumbled next door where Petra stood, waiting.
"Who's Alex?" she asked
"My brother" Ren whispered.