Thread: Milenko & Nixie

Rebecca??s bright blue eyes rolled in her head when her questions were met by silence. Stubborn git. She wasn??t giving in just yet. Oh no. She was getting answer that concerned herself and welfare before anything else?she??d move onto the harder stuff later. If there was a later. She caught him looking at her oddly through the mirror and quirked an eyebrow curiously but said nothing. Rebecca gazed out of the window at the passing buildings and let a few minutes of silence pass while she tried to remember how she had fucked up her life spectacularly in little under half an hour. It was quite amazing, probably a new world record. She licked her full lips, wetting them while she thought. The set backs only made her want this story more and if she could get it, her imprisonment, George??s death and whatever else came?it would be worth it. The true highlight of a spectacular career, even if she did say so herself. Bringing herself from her thoughts, she looked at her escort and said ??Fine.? decidedly. And with that, she began to clamber over the rather awkwardly, hand cuffs and all, over the chair. It wasn??t one of her more graceful feats and Shaun along with surrounding drivers probably got a flash of this and that. Ignoring whatever protests came her way, after some effort, her hair and clothes completely scoowiff, she was sat next to the Detective staring straight at him. Surprisingly, what she next said wasn??t a sentence. ??Obviously, you??re experienced at this? she sat back in the chair and looked out the window. ??You can??t really blame me for what I??m doing, you know.? she said. She wasn??t trying to justify herself, more just thinking aloud. ??I only do it because I care?and because I want to advance in the world,? she added honestly, glancing back at him. Like him, she ignored the cries on the radio. ??Wow, I??m more important that them.? she said with a smirk, turning her gaze back out the window as she picked herself up from where she was before the conversation was interrupted. ??The more people know, the more aware they are?they stand a better chance of getting through it.? she paused. ??Even if we were about to be invaded- with no means of escape or fighting back and there was no way we could get out of it?impending doom and all that?I??d rather know my fate then be left in the dark.? . She looked at the man beside her again. ??You look military?not police at all.? she mused. ??But I guess appearances can be deceiving. All the same, I would like to know your name, if nothing else. Please.? her blue eyes looked intently at him. Amy was glad the men decided not to follow. She also had the feeling in her gut that this was going to be the pattern of her life for quite a while. She shuddered at the thought. Quickly drying off and dress, even though she was still slightly damp, Amy walked as quick as her leg allowed her back to her bunk. She saw the keys and her eyebrows shut up in surprise. She hung her towel in the end rail of the bed and swept the keys up and went to do her duty. Reaching the door labelled interrogation room across frosted glass, Amy tried each key in turn in the lock and naturally, it was the last sodding one. With a sigh she entered but after that her expression dropped. ??Holy fuck!? the sign before her sickened her to her very core. So these were their methods of interrogation here were they? Hanging a man from the ceiling and beating his balls and everything else, black and blue. Amy understood that they were at war but people were still people to her. She wouldn??t even torture an animal in such away. Shutting the door behind her, she rushed forward to undo the Pole??s bonds, noting his shoulders had been dislocated from his slight weight. He must have been there for a while. Amy tried to catch him as he fell to her. If she had been picking him up from the floor, she could have coped but the sudden weight put such strain on her bad leg that she grimaced and toppled over, the beaten man in her lap. Her arm was slid under his shoulder and she held him up, looking at his injuries closer now. She remembered they had told her he was dangerous but even if he was, she didn??t think he was in a state to get up by himself, let alone attack her and she couldn??t just let him be like this. ??Sorry?? she groaned, her leg??s agony dimming now. She looked at the man she cradled in her lap. ??I??m going to need to push your shoulders back in their sockets?and we??ll go from there.? she warned. ??Shit?? she said, still in awe at the state of him, her heart twisting. How could one human being even dream of doing this to another?