» To cut it short, you are a human female doing unspeakable things with a giant gorilla. OH YEAH! THE POWER OF SCIENCE!
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This wouldn't be the first time (Y/N) found herself sitting in a small, square room with a few ceiling lights illuminating over her.
Everything but the dark blue floor was painted white. Her handcuffs were temporarily taken off to change clothes but were then put back on. Now, they were magnetized to a rectangular table in the middle of the room. On the table was a lie detector connected to her. And far to her right was a large, glass window with her reflection staring back. She pondered on who's eyes were looking at her during this anxious wait.
'As much as I don't like being stared at, I guess it's better than being tortured,' she said to herself. 'Not that Overwatch is even capable of even doing such a thing... hopefully.'
The door suddenly slid open. (Y/N) gazed nervously to an older male with pale skin walking inside. He seemed to be just over six feet tall with a muscular build. Yet, he showed off his age by making a low groan just as he took his seat across from her. His short, blonde hair and five o'clock shadow were softly fading into white streaks. He wore a blue, leather trench coat, along with a lapel pin on the left side of his chest. (Y/N) remembered seeing him in some posters around her hometown. He was cool, but Captain Amari had always been her favorite.
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"Good evening," he greeted in a gravelly tone.
"Good evening, sir," the other replied, trying her best to not sound intimidated by his presence.
The man just cleared his throat. There was vocal silence as he was setting up to get the interrogation started. He quickly scanned through folders containing confidential files on (Y/N). There wasn't much information, however. He then pulled out a holopad from under the table before switching on the lie detector. Looking into his face, the young woman could see how tired he was.
"I am Strike Commander Jack Morrison. But I'm sure you already knew that. (Y/N) (L/N) is your full name, correct?" the man asked in a mildly strict tone, quickly receiving a soft Yes, sir from the girl. "Due to law and safety regulations, state your I.D. number, role, and rank."
"My I.D. number is 0-1-1-2-8-7-6. I was trained for the assassin role, and I was rank 801 out of 2,400 recruits."
"How long have you been working for Talon?"
"Nearly six months, sir. My training lasted for the first three, then I've been on a total of seventeen missions for the rest, including Havana."
"Do you recall what you did during these missions?"
"For the most part."
Jack scrolled down his pad while he listened. "Explain what you did in full detail."
