As you walk down the cold, cement floor, you see a row of individual holding cells. You hear sounds coming from some of them, indicating that people are being held here, but due to the thick metal doors, you can't see them. This is where the Ministry holds those waiting for trial, or to be moved to Azkaban. The cells are magic proof, and cannot be charmed, transfigured or otherwise altered by magic.
Rules for high security prisoner visits
Max. one visitor at a time. Visitor must have a compelling, close connection to the prisoner.
Minimum two guards physically present in cell at all times during visit.
Visitor shall relinquish wand before visit commences, and at no point change form in any manner.
Visitor shall remain min. six feet from prisoner and attempt no physical contact, nor to pass anything to the prisoner.
Neither prisoner nor visitor shall employ any code or cant terms, any form of Legilimency or similar.
Guards will instantly terminate the interview at the suspicion of any of the above, without right of appeal.
There was a bomb. It was going to kill people. She had to find out where it was as soon as she could and right now this was the only person who might now...and she had to get him to tell her. She'd walk into the interrogation room looking grim.
He paced around his holding cell with his hands behind his back as he waited for someone to come down and talk to him. When Emilie arrived on scene he walked forward and pressed his face against the cell door. "Well? Was my information good enough? Am I going to get my sentence reduced?"
"How should I know? I was the lowest man on the totem pole for the original crew that was supposed to take The Three Broomsticks I never even saw the guy, and they only referred to him as 'Delta' around me."
She'd give him a glacial look. "Well, unfortunately for you right now you're the only one we have right now that might have more information so I'm forced to believe you know more and you're lying. So...if you can't tell me more than we can't do anything for you."
He stares at her for a second. "You people are a bunch bi*ches, you know that. All of you. I give you all the information I have, and you want more, well sorry sweetheart, I don't have anymore. Give me fuc*ing veriterserum if you want."
She'd nod matter-of-fact and pull out a small vial of clear liquid. "Well then, I already got verbal permission so that makes this easy." She'd pause. "...and of course if we capture one of your compatriots and they give us the information you can't...they get your deal so...last chance to share before I force this down your throat and get answers the hard way."
She'd pause. Clearly this was a dead end, and the little vial of water in her hand wouldn't actually do anything. "Actually...apparently they just caught one of your friends and are bringing him in. Maybe he'll have more information for us. If you remember anything about the bomb...let me know and I'll get your deal." She'd turn to go planning on questioning one of the captives from the Three Broomsticks next...hopefully they would know more.
She'd unlock the door and enter the cell, her wand trained on the guy in case he decided to do something stupid. "That looks painful...heard a werewolf got you...maybe now you'll even get to be one of them."
Alpha #3– Dirty Terrorist TALK– 15:27, September 12, 2017 (UTC)
He scowled up at her. "What the fu*k do you want? If you're just here to harass me, get out. I know my rights, I'll get you sacked for harassment if that's what you're here for," he says through gritted teeth
She'd look at him calmly. "I'm actually here to offer you a deal. There's a lot going on right now, and we've been warned Delta planted a bomb. Tell me who that is, or where the bomb is and I'll see about getting your sentence reduced. This is your only chance at the easy route...when I leave this cell it goes too and you rot in Azkaban for life."
Alpha #3– Dirty Terrorist TALK– 15:33, September 12, 2017 (UTC)
"Delta?" he asks her with a raised eyebrow. "I don't know his actual name, but I did see him a couple times. That's the best I got for you. He's the only one who will actually know where the bomb was placed. Now, how much of a sentence reduction are we talking here?"
Her response would be cold. "You haven't given me anything, and it doesn't sound like you can. I need a name or some information about the bomb I can act on...not just that you've seen him. If you have nothing for me, I have nothing for you."
Alpha #3– Dirty Terrorist TALK– 15:40, September 12, 2017 (UTC)
He chuckled, "Unless you manage to catch a 1, you're not gonna get a name. Don't you have sketch artists? I can do that for you."
She didn't like that answer...it wasn't quick enough and time was running out. "A face doesn't help us if we can't identify him, or have any idea of his whereabouts. Was he going to be involved in any of the attacks...I sort of doubt it?" She'd pause. "We do have sketch artists...but we could also just rip the image of his face from your mind if it would be quicker since time is ticking here."
Alpha #3– Dirty Terrorist TALK– 16:11, September 12, 2017 (UTC)
"Whatever it takes to get my sentence reduced," he says to her. "I'm already in enough pain, a little more won't do anything to me," he says through gritted teeth as a wave of pain courses through his body.
She'd nod and stand. "We'll get a sketch artist in here then and IF it helps us stop this bomb or find the guy then we'll work a reduction deal." She'd pause before heading out. "...and I'll get a healer in here to check that wound too." With that she'd turn to leave, taking into the comm in her ear.
OOC: Posting her comm message on Duncan's Office so it's tracked.
Now she had one of the leaders, and would enter his cell looking grim and determined. She'd keep her wand trained on him.
Beta #1– Dirty Terrorist TALK– 19:44, September 13, 2017 (UTC)
He's laying on his cot staring up at the ceiling. "You almost seemed afraid of me love," he says with a smirk sitting up on his cot and looking at her. "How could anyone be afraid of little old me?" he says with cackling
If you know where the bomb is planted or can give me Delta, I can work a reduced sentence for you."
Beta #1– Dirty Terrorist TALK– 20:13, September 13, 2017 (UTC)
He clicked his tongue. "You see, that's not gonna cut it. I've got very valuable information, information that is critical to stopping that potion from going off and killing a lot more people. A reduced sentence simply isn't worth that kind of information... no, I want to be able to walk out of here after you stop that bomb."
She'd sigh. "Well...I tried the carrot." She'd jab her wand at his eyes doing a non-verbal Conjunctivitus Curse.
Beta #1– Dirty Terrorist TALK– 20:25, September 13, 2017 (UTC)
"OY!" he bellows at her. "You can't do that! I know my rights and this could be deemed as torture!" he says with a snarl. "You'll lose your job, love, because last I checked, you're not allowed to torture people, the noble Auror and all," he says resisting the urge to scratch his eye
She'd let the pain continue to do it's work, her voice not concerned. "It could...but considering that you admitted you have valuable information that could save people's lives I'm pretty sure it could also be described as intensive questioning. Either way I'll do what I have to to get the job done." She'd pause for a moment letting the pain continue. "If I remove the curse soon enough it won't do permanent damage to your eyes, but that's your call. Care to share more about this bomb yet? ...if not that's ok, but time isn't on your side anymore."
Beta #1– Dirty Terrorist TALK– 20:35, September 13, 2017 (UTC)
"You think a little eye itch is gonna make me spill?" he asks. "Not gonna happen. I've gone through way worse than anything you can deliver. You either get me released and acquitted of all charges or a lot of people are gonna die."
She'd jab her wand again redoubling the curse. "That's not going to happen...you led a terrorist attack that killed people. You're not going to get acquitted. You can help yourself by being cooperative...and also keep your eyesight, but that's the best you can hope for. However, admitting you knew about the bomb and are withholding information that could stop it also means that if it does go off then any injuries or deaths from that we can also try you for in addition to the ones you were directly involved in."
Beta #1– Dirty Terrorist TALK– 16:08, September 14, 2017 (UTC)
"I'm already looking at life in prison, so extra charges don't faze me," he snarls back at her, trying very hard to ignore the curse she was placing upon him. "And you wouldn't dare injure me permanently. You do that, and you'll find yourself locked up in Azkaban with me, I swear by that. You either get me acquitted of all charges or you have to live with the fact that there will be a fu*k ton of blood on your hands."
She wouldn't flinch, again hitting him with the spell so he couldn't ignore it anymore. "Wrong...we've been told we have authority to kill or even use unforgivable with the attacks going on...nobody will flinch over a little curse especially given that your injuries could have come from fighting against the aurors. ...and yeah you're looking at life, but mass murders don't get that. They're just put to death so telling me could be the difference between cutting a deal that might not be your whole life in Azkaban and looking at being put to death. Last chance before we move to hardball and I go get truth serums and people that can dive into your head for what we want to know, which might leave you little more than a vegetable."
Beta #1– Dirty Terrorist TALK– 16:16, September 14, 2017 (UTC)
"I know my rights," he snarls at her. "Capitol punishment isn't legal here in England, love. It may be allowed in States, but not here. I have the right to remain silent, wish I am now choosing to exercise. You know what I want in exchange for information. We're done here, I want my lawyer."
"We can hold you without cause an with no representation for twenty-four hours, especially in a crisis like this...so hold on and I'll be back with the potion and we'll go from there. ...and you're wrong about the capitol punishment, regardless of what you've heard. Know that things are only going to get worse for you from here." She'd head out of the cell.
OOC:I guess I don't honestly know about Capital Punishment in the Wizarding community (and Emilie's lying through her teeth about some things) but I know the Ministry sent one of my characters who killed a bunch through the death veil a couple years ago IC so it is done on some level.
Beta #1– Dirty Terrorist TALK– 16:26, September 14, 2017 (UTC)
He cackled after her, "I'll have you SACKED!" he shouted after her