<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : Interrogating the useless piece of shit advent Captain Low</strong></div><br/>The advent captain just stared, her eyes surrounded with dark rings of exhaustion, had taken on a feral look to them.  All night she had been commanded to sit, than stand for a few hours, sit and than stand again, anything to keep her awake through out the night.  When she was allowed to sit it was only for a few moments before she was told to stand again, no real respite given.  All night a 10,000 Hertz tone was, never ending until kris walked into the room.  Even when the sound stopped, the tone was still ringing in her ears.<br/><br/>Kris for the most part was content to just sit there, her unreadable eyes fixed on her target.  For a moment her eyes go unfocused only to return now trained on her like some carnivore would it's meal.  It was a while before she did open her moth to speak.<br/><br/>"Your mind tricks wont work on me, so I suggest you give up.  I am rather disappointed, I had hoped that I was working with someone dangerous, but it looks like the only power you have is over weak minded individuals.  I can assure you that you wont find any around here."  As she spoke she watched the girl, she had been allowed to sit, but she wouldn't be granted that luxury for long.<br/><br/>"Are you going to talk?  Or do we have to get better acquainted?"  There was an odd empty look in Kris' eyes now.  She had been trained in extreme interrogation tactics that some called torture, and to be able to stand what she did she needed to take a mental step back, as if watching her actions from afar.  It had the added benefit of steadying her hands for any exacting work that would need to be done.<br/><br/>The prisoners eyes shifted around the room before snapping back to the woman in front of her, almost as if worrying that the moment she took her eyes off her interrogator she would lose her life.<br/><br/>"I don't know anything, but even if I did I wouldn't talk.  Why would I tell any of you filthy pigs anything anyway?!  So that you could use the information to kill more of my people!"  The last of her words where spitten out, a look of disgust twisting her features into something ugly.  Her eyes turning a deep shade of blue.<br/><br/>Standing abruptly Kris took the few steps closer to the criminal before yanking her up by the collar of her shirt.  She had a couple inches on the woman so she yanked her up to her toes.<br/><br/>"You will talk, even if all I get out of you is the name of your favorite pet, you can bet I'll get you to talk."  Releasing her she walked back to the guards stationed inside the room, their guns trained on the captive.  Kris took a moment to whisper into one of their ears, instructing him to wheel in her tools.  He nodded, and left to do as she asked.  It only took a moment for him to return, but the covered table he rolled in was large enough almost not fit into the room.<br/><br/>Turning her attention back to the woman who had slumped down onto the floor, bent down and pulled her up again.<br/><br/>"Who gave you permission to sit?"  And with that her hand reared back and slapped the captive with an open palm.