Angel: One Million (Volume 1)

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ANGEL: ONE MILLION

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| Nimbus Rehabilitation HQ.
| Interrogation Room #2.

"You're wasting your breath."

"And you're wasting your time!"

Clearly, Alvira was starting to reach her limit with her prisoner.

"You could've been out of here as soon as I stepped in, but you seem to have a talent for being a stubborn prick whereas you should be learning to hold a conversation." Venom spat from every word that the colonel spoke. "So I'll ask you again, Mr. Hildryn—what were you doing in Connecticut four days ago?"

"Why are you the one asking me the questions?" He'd fire back. "Last I checked, I was cuffed and brought in by the easter bunny back there. Did something happen behind the scenes that I don't know about?"

The paperwork that went into handing Terios to Gladiolus was less of a legal issue as it was a tolerance issue. This went specifically for Nimbus Rose, who didn't have a single record on the guy's name or background but were convinced that he was a Coalition agent undercover—but without the evidence to back it up besides a hunch from Riley born of sheer disdain, they had to leave this to Alvira, who was starting to lose her patience with the Half-Torjin dogboy that sat across from her in the interrogation room. She promised—hell, she put it in writing—that she would have what Nimbus Rose wanted out of this guy in less than twelve hours. Terios hadn't budged in three days, and Riley was starting to get anxious.

He was seated between Loki and Remnaya on the outer wall of a pane of tinted glass, rocking back and forth with his mouth hidden behind clasped fists. What if he was right? No, what if he was wrong? If this guy wasn't Six-Star, then where did he come from?

Riley had advised Dreida to stay away from the interrogation due to still recovering from her fight on Europa, but now, he wasn't even sure if he himself wanted to be there. There was too much uncertainty in a situation too precious to keep still. Maybe he'll go join her. Maybe he should go look and see what Caleb was doing. Maybe he shouldn't be sitting in this room at all.

"I never should have signed that damn waiver." His words drew Remnaya's eyes towards him in a heartbeat. She had a knack for sensing the uneasiness in people, and if Loki wasn't going to speak up, then she would.

"You're talking crazy, boss. And stop rocking, you're gonna give yourself a panic attack." The Goat-Dragon woman took a hold of Riley's hands and watched as his body began to slow to a shivering halt. At the very least, progress was made on keeping him stable—but the only thing they could do now was wait and hope his stress didn't kick up again.

Loki meanwhile was content with holding his words until something interesting was dug up from their captive, and frankly, he seemed to be rather entertained at the sight of an angry Colonel Haider. That wasn't because he found her anger funny; it's because it told him all he needed to know about who was in control. He'd observe both the questioner and questionee quite close.

"Come again?" Terios looked up lazily.

"Vangelion Falls. Your association with the Agents of Zen. Do I have to spell it out for you?" Alvira flared her hands and groaned while Terios rose a curious eyebrow at her question. He rolled his eyes, Impressed at how long she had gone without belittling his comprehension, but not being too impressed considering the steam that was practically shooting from her ears.

"Maybe I'll start talking once you cut the crap and live a little. I mean, isn't this great? Having all this power over someone you know nothing about?" The captive chuckled through his words. "Someone who, despite your uncertainty, is a real danger and just a walking adventure waiting to happen? I bet you'll get paid real good for this gig, lady." He lowered his gaze towards his hand and picked at his nails, only pushing her further into rage.