GODSENT | reyge

3-2; my heart won't bleed

Viper is an intense woman. Reyna knows this firsthand, has been the test subject under scrutiny, has felt the piercing, poisonous quality of her green gaze. She almost feels a little sorry for Vincent, who's receiving it in full force, still handcuffed, kneeling at Viper's feet. Brimstone stands behind him, wearing a contemplative look and being thoroughly unaffected with how Viper manages to be twice as intimidating without the gas mask hiding the lower half of her face.

Reyna flanks her, Sage on her right, arms folded. She's supposed to be another scare factor while Viper, Sage and Brimstone question their hostage. She doubts Vincent is much fearful of her type, however. The intelligent, cunning kinds might prove more effective at making him uncomfortable, and the man who fits the bill is off to the side, disinterested with the situation unfolding in front of them.

Cypher sits calmly on a foldable chair he had brought down from the VLT/R, which is currently manned by Sova, chin in hand as he plays digital chess on the grass at his feet. The sunlight reflects off his clean, polished white coat, and it would have been a blinding sight if Reyna fully fixed her gaze upon him. As it happens, that isn't the case, and she is able to focus on any tells Vincent Fabron might let slip.

"So, what are you, a citizen as far as I'm concerned, doing here in Santa Fe, New Mexico?" Viper begins.

"I had something of an agreement with the personnel here." Chamber keeps his face passive, but Reyna can see the curl of a smirk in his upper lip, and it flares something intolerant inside her. She knows this rat is behind whatever occurred here.

"According to the records here," Viper continues, narrowing her eyes and pulling her tablet out to present the data they had extracted from the security office to him. "You were once barred from the facility, but had your security clearance reinstated. What is this all about?"

Vincent's eyes dart to Cypher, who is twirling a chip for his trip wires between his fingers, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth as he drills holes into a piece on the board. It is surrounded by a multitude of other pieces Reyna doesn't know the name of; Cypher hums thoughtfully and moves one.

"You worked for the French military," he says then, tilting his head. His focus remains on his chess board as he lifts a finger. "Involved in Culverin as a PMC marksman." And another. "Chief weapons designer for the Kingdom Defence Program."

He wiggles them all to punctuate his list, then continues nonchalantly, "Nothing to hide here, friend."

Reyna delights in trailing the obvious gulp that disappears down the tight suit collar of Vincent's throat.

"I can be useful," is what he says, "I have something you're interested in."

"Quit wasting my time," Viper snarls. "I have little interest in what you have to offer me besides the knowledge of what happened here."

Sage steps forward, a placating hand on Viper's shoulder, who looks like she just wants to shirk it off, but thought better of showing their cracks in front of their hostage.

"Vincent, it would help us greatly to know what caused the tragedy here," Sage says slowly, and though she is softer, adopting a lighter tone than Viper's scathing one, she is still firm, straight-backed and stern as she looks down upon him. "Many lives were lost here, and...I don't know what that explosion did, but there is a startling absence of life energy in the Sands, while there is so much here in the Greens that it's overwhelming."

Reyna hadn't been able to feel the life energy at all in the Sands; and when she did at the blue divide between the two area, it felt like faded and severed strings, their ends frayed. The overabundance of life energy here has her jittery, and she can taste it on her tongue every time she wets her lips.