Azur Lane: Semper Vigilans

Chapter 2: Interrogation.

???: "Test" - Character's speech.

"Test" - PoV Character's speech.

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Author's Note: No, not abandoned. I just procrastinated again... For almost 4 months. Hell yeah...

Also why the hell did I kill off 8 characters in the first chapter. What was I smoking?

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[LOCATION]: Azur Lane Base, Pacific Ocean.

[DATE/TIME]: 5/12/1941 0602 Local Time.

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[Prince of Wales's POV]:

It has been 3 restless hours since Cleveland and Benson came back with the prisoner. Considering that the new Azur Lane base doesn't have a brig, we had to repurpose a room, close up the windows with some metal slabs, move the comfy furniture out and put in a table and 2 chairs. Only after that we moved the prisoner to the room and posted Cleveland and Benson on watch.

After excusing myself, I walk into my room and immediately collapse on the bed. Hugging the pillow so hard, that if it was another person, I'd be getting court martialed for manslaughter, muttering:

"God, I hope she doesn't awaken soon. Let me get some sleep."

But fate is a cruel mistress.

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[LOCATION]: Azur Lane Base, Pacific Ocean.

[DATE/TIME]: 5/12/1941 0943 Local Time.

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[Purity's POV]:

Warm. That was the first feeling I felt, when I began to wake up. The next thing I felt was the cold metal against my wrists. Normally, I would think my knife had just slipped out of it's holster while curled up for warmth, but one thing tipped me off that this wasn't the case. I was in a sitting position on a chair. My eyes snap open, taking in my surroundings.

I am in a small room, perhaps 5x5 meters. The walls are white with light blue accents and details. On the left wall there is a wooden door, while in front of me is a table and another chair. The right side has a window frame, that is covered by metal slabs, blocking out natural sunlight. The room is dimly lit by a lamp in the middle of the ceiling.

This looks like a room that was repurposed for something that I really like when I am the one doing it, not receiving - Interrogation.

My nose begins to itch. Pulling my arms up to relieve the itch, I accidentally hit the table with the cuffs, making a loud metallic clang. The clang filled the room. Once it died down, some hustling could be heard on the other side of the door. Perhaps my captors were preparing to enter.

Waiting for the door to open, I relax, preparing myself for a long interrogation.

After what felt like ages, the door slowly creaked open. A short and... horizontally challenged girl with a side ponytail, wearing white capelet, white with blue stripe blouse, greyish-black miniskirt and white-red striped socks with stars etched on a blue, cantoon like surface entered the room, followed in by what looked like a 21st century cosplayer of the Royal family. The short girl leans against the wall, while the cosplayer took a seat on the chair opposite of me and crossed her arms.