Enigma Source: Grey Area

Chapter 22: Comfortable Detainment

November 27, 2531
Grey Morrison
Everest City: BCP Building

These were surprisingly comfy holding cells they had us in. The beds that had for us were made of a nice, soft memory foam that molded to my body's shape perfectly. A small, twenty inch TV was positioned on a small dresser across the room, opposite of the twin size bed. I wasn't watching anything, but the novelty of having a TV while being detained was nice at least.

With my arms crossed, I laid on the bed nonchalantly. It didn't feel like it, but two days passed by since we got captured. I was the only one who was questioned. Sinclair was still asleep. Yes, once he fell into that slumber in the armored vehicle, he went cold. His body must use sleep as a way to heal or something. But back to the topic of the questioning: Emile, along with other serious looking guys asked me various things.

On the first day, around eleven in the night, Mr. Winter took me to one of those cliche interrogation rooms and asked me about our little fiasco. "What happened at Corpus Industries' HQ" and "Why did we resist being arrested?" were some of the questions he asked me. He also asked me about my father's attempted assassination. Since we were alone, I answered truthfully. It was the only chance for me to get the truth out to someone who would believe us. Emile was very understanding, writing down all I said on a notepad. Which was strange since nowadays most people would record things digitally. Must have been another way to mask his tracks.

Before we were done, he told me "Tomorrow will be a little different. Some men will come and ask you the same questions, but no matter what you say, it won't matter. You'll be painted as a criminal either way. Understood?". Seemed simple enough.

The next day, the interrogations were way less friendly. Around eight in the morning, the first set of questioning began. Two stocky men in black suits did the asking at that time. Emile was nowhere to be seen. They practically asked the same questions as he did. I answered the same way I did when Emile asked me. The gentleman simply nodded unenthusiastically, as if they were going through the motions. This interview only lasted a few minutes.

They left me in the room for about and hour before the the next person showed up. About two hours later.

A spiffy man with a terrifying widow's peak appeared. Wearing a familiar lab coat, I could tell he was from Corpus Industries. The dude came in and asked me only one thing: "How much did you see down there?". "Nothing much. I was too busy trying to escape a legion of murder drones to catch anything". That was the whole interaction between us. I didn't even catch this guy's name. He was just in-an-out in less than ten minutes.

And now here I was, back in my room waiting for my third and final interrogator to show up. I looked up above the door, where the digital clock displayed me the current time. "Eleven thirty two? Man, I hope I get to eat lunch before someone shows up". A sudden wave of tiredness smacked me in the face. "Oh no, can't have that". I stretched out as far as possible. I stretched until nice burning sensations gave me the motivation to get up. "Okay. Maybe I should exercise or something". I got off of the bed and took to the floor, doing pushups.

Normally, I could only do twenty in a row. But now that I was physically boosted I was sure I could do more. Doing twenty was such a nothing accomplishment now. "Man. I can keep going. Let's see what my new personal best is now". The further I pushed myself the better I began to feel. My muscles burned with satisfaction. The adrenaline blurred my memory after a hundred pushups. I would have kept going, but I was interrupted.

"Yikes. I struggle to do twenty", Emile spoke up. He was leaning on the doorframe, with a tray in hand. I quickly stood up and retreated back to the bed. I was easily flustered by people walking in on me exercising. It was such an invasion of privacy. "Do people not knock nowadays?". "Sorry. I just figured since you're a criminal your right to have privacy have been revoked".