Chapter 64
There walked into the building, she knew this route, as well. Too many times she had come down there and was forced to watch or to take part in interrogation.
This was one of many things she hates about the military, and if anyone asked she would say this was the thing she hates the most about her training. She was forced to hurt people for what. She didn’t want to, but back then, it was them or her. And so, she picked herself to survive this part. Yes, a part of her never left the tunnels.
Petra knew some of what happened in that training, but not all of it. She wasn’t very interested to know, so she never talked. Anymore than the basic stuff with her. She often wonders if the Camarilla took their methods from them. And that is why they are so good at getting information out of witches. Or was it something else, like forcing witches themself to interrogate their own. That thought made her shiver.
It was Olly's hand that pulled her out of her mind.
There entered the large building, and she was paying attention to it. It wasn’t until there where at the basement level, with a large metal door before her that she even registered one where she was. What building she was in. She took a breath before one of the guards opened the door. With a loud creak, like it hadn’t been open in sometime. Which was a little surprise to Nicta.
Right behind the door were dissenting stone steps. There is a part of the original building before this modern building was added. She slowly walked down the stairs, small lights, where mounted along the wall. Brightening up the dull stairs.
They all walked down into a corridor then had three turns off. One right in front of them and one at each end of the corridor.
“This place, Olly, was the old ammunition Storage before, this whole place was renovated into the training room, for interrogation and later normal interrogation.”
“It doesn’t look like it been used in years”
Nicta ran her finger along the wall, and sure enough a layer of moss transferred over.
“They really shut down this area. I guess we are special, for them to reopen this place. After so long being closed”
Olly chuckled a little, “your not that special Batgirl”
Nicta pulls Olly into a side hug as they head down the corridor, that one of the guards had ordered them to head down. Which there followed.
Iazodra just watched the interaction as they walked down the centre corridor. She wonders if she truly misjudged Nicta straight away. But quickly removed that thought, she could be faking this nice behaviour, she is a terrorist after all.
Nicta was the first to walk into the room, which was decorated very simply. Two mental chairs and a metal table. There was no mirror, or one sided view into the room.
Nicta, without a word, moves and sits in the chair the furthest away from the door. She knew that this room was only holding until everyone, everything was set for the ‘interrogation’. Izadora looked at her and was about to speak when Olly beat her to the punch.
"Don't worry, we won't go anywhere. As you get the others, for this little chat. And they include Tally."
With a confused look she stepped out of the room and closed the door.
"Who you feeling"
"Olly, I don't like talking about my feelings" she looks at him, "every time I do, I get in one of two moods. Guilty for making people feel bad about my bad mood. Or s*** because that person doesn't really care about my feelings and is just saying that as a reflex saying in small talk".
With a soft hand he touches hers, "overwhelmed I see"
She leans forward, placed her arm on the table, crossing the and placing her head down on the, "that an understatement"
And with that Olly just held her hand as Nicta buried her face. She just needed the silent comfort, which he understood.
****
Iazdora without knocking opened the door to the waiting area. She didn’t care that Sarah and Kelly were kissing. But they seem to care, by quickly breaking the kiss. Kelly quickly looked away, taking some of her drink that was beside her. Sarah looked over at Izadora with annoyance which just made Isazodra feel, ‘know we are in the same boat’.
“Nicta is in the waiting room”
“Good, Petra is off getting Tally. Can you check the interrogation room?”
“Is that on order”
“It is”
And with that Izadora moved to leave the room. Just before she could leave. Sarah spoke up.
“Knock next time”
“No,” she said with a smirk.
And left without another word from both of them. The door slit shut. Making a small thud.
“Well she didn’t say anything”
That got Kelly laughing, lucky for them the room was soundproof.
***
Iazdora thought about her adopted daughter and partners. She made a mental note to have dinner one time with all of them, including her blood kids.
Her mind quickly shifted to Toot, her recent patient. She was making progress, but it was slow going. The damage from the explosion and work exhaustion did to her body was a lot, it is still unsure if she will ever awake again. The worst part was telling that to her family. They didn’t like that very much, but then again not many families would like that news about their daughter. Including that fact she saved Raelle an outcross. They didn’t hide this fact. Most high atlantic didn’t hit the disdain for them. Which she didn’t really understand.
Some of the most powerful witches in history were “outcrosses”. Maybe they were jealous. That made her chuckle as she walked down the corridor, heading to the end of it, where the room that was assigned to this day.
On the right are small rooms, only big enough to stand in, with a window that was sound proof, which also shatters proof as well. And on the left a handful of rooms. The end room was the biggest and the room assigned to them.
As she opened the door, a wave of uneasiness hit her. She turned there standing at the window of their cell, like room, was Willa. They had placed her down here. But what made her unease wasn’t that she was standing there. But the expression on her face. Like she was in pain. Like she wanted to talk but was unable to.
She did allow her to see her fear of seeing her there. And quickly turned away and entered the room, closing the door behind her. She turned around and flipped on the light of the room.
The room was large, it was nearly the same size as her office space. All the chairs were stacked up to one side and the table was also covered with a white sheet. With a heavy sigh knowing she had to get this room ready. She rolled up her sleeves and got to work.
****
Petra walked into the hall, where the Cadet was being held. Most of them were still asleep as it was still early. In a few hours they would question all of them on what happened at city drop. Which should take until lunch time that day. After that all of them were free to return to their room, as there remained of the week. Was now freed up.
She walked over only paused at seeing her daughter, but quickly pushed away. Wanted to hug her daughter until both of them died from old age.
She quickly shakes Tally awake. Which she thankfully woke up easily.
She slowly got up, whipping her eyes, trying to get her tiredness out of them. She looked around to see what had woken her up. And once her eyes landed on Petra she quickly jumped up onto her feet and stood at attention, with her hands behind her back.
“Get dressed, Cadet. Your be requested by Alder”
With that Petra walked over to the door leaving Tally to get dressed in the near darkness. But once again, Tally with her talent could see where her clothes were.
She was dressed quickly and both her and Petra left the room. Something inside of Tally knew that a part of her was going to disappear. Whatever was going to happen today, it was going to change a lot of things. She just wishes she could spend the day with Bells. The sexy glasses of warm chocolate.
She looked over at Petra, she had learnt over her training, not to always voice her questions. But to find them herself. So as they walked in silence she made a list of all the questions she needed to be answered.
As they walked into the building to head to the basement. Unknowing to them both, Silver had seen them walking into the building. With a smile that would only be describe as creepy. Not as creepy as Hearst that was still out there, with Raelle order running around in his head.