>"Understood..." He took his PADD and walked into the room and sat down, clearly
>identifying the panic button in his mind so he could hit it without thinking if need
>be. "Gentlemen, my name is Captain David Boulay and I would like to speak with you
>for a moment if I can about the people you represent."
>They looked at each other for a moment, as if to be sure they wanted to speak to this
>man. Finally one answered, "We apparently have the time, Captain. Talk all you want
>to." the
spokesperson for the group said neutrally.
"What you say here could help you. I used to be part of the prosecutorial team. Help
yourselves and talk to me please...." He took a deep breath and it slipped under his
voice, "I won't treat you as poorly as your group treated me."
"We may have roughed you up a bit in what one would call an over enthuastic
interrogation, but we don't tear apart minds. What ever we have done that crosses the
line is few and far between. What your pet MAGs do is routine, and they call it
sport. Put us through the most brutal interrogations that one could imagine only to
put us through the box. *That* is poor treatment, Captain. You will have to earn our
trust, and as long as you are friends with those beasts, you are no better than they
are." answered the spokesperson.
{response}
*****
Chris
GM- SPD & JSOC
