Zenohazard

Interigation 101

Three days had passed since Robin and I left our cell. I was surprised at the fact that no guard or higher officer had come to question or beat us. But that changed when one actually noticed us. Robin was snoring obnoxiously and I was writing in a journal I sneaked into the prison.

I'm still surprised that we haven't gotten pulled for anything. We intentionally broke out of our cell and evaded capture. There was assault, disruption of the semi-calm society here, and vandalism. Anyway, Robin is nice, but I don't have any feelings for her so I can't truly grant your last wish. She's a character, but my heart is still repairing itself since I lost you guys... I swear to every celestial being that I won't let your death go without vengeance. I know violence is never the best option, but that isn't going to stop me.
I'll miss you always,
Love, papa bird.
I hear the rattling of something on a cell door as I tuck the journal into my bead sheet. A guard passes by, holding his P-Hd on the cell door so it hits each vertical bar. He glances into the cell and turns fully when his eyes meet mine. A stupid look of confusion spreads across his face.
"May I help you?" I ask with a unamused tone. He grabs his walkie-talkie and says something inaudible.
If Robin was up I'd have her read this dudes mind. A different voice sounds in my head.
He's thinking about how rich he's gonna be when his boss finds out he found us, but it won't happen. It's Red's voice, she tapped into my thoughts while I wasn't paying attention,
clever.
Ya it was easy since you weren't paying attention, and that guy is gonna wait here till his boss gets here.
Ya, I've caught onto that. Please leave now.
Fine... but just-
The guard turns to us and I block her out.
"Red, you've gone and stepped over the damn line again, they ain't gonna take anymore shit if you do one more retarded thing." His drawl is thick, much like an earthener from the southern parts of America. Robin shifts in her bed to look out of the cell. He looks at me with a tobacco filled sneer. "And you Mr. Science Man, if you so much as breathe out of line, the Lords got no power of savin' ya. Keep this trouble maker in check." He turns and leaves, just in time for three armed guards to open our cell and handcuff me, Robin slides off her bunk and a guard snaps the barrel of his gun to her head.
"Oh my God, your such a scaredy cat, lighten up." She chuckles, the other guard proceeds to gag her with a bandanna. She looks over to me. Like I'm helping you, if you'd been more careful in the first place we'd never be in this situation. She pouts. We are led down corridors of cells of screaming inmates and a couple of cat calls, which I'm sad to say weren't all directed at Robin. We wandered past faculty rooms until we reached a small anteroom. There were two doors that split paths to the east and west. The guards leading us begin to split up, funny enough more pull Robin to the left door than leading me towards my door. She slips through with the door in front of three guards.
Don't kill anyone, please Red. I plea hoping she hears me.

Past the door is a small setup I recognized far too well. It's an interrogation room, lamp and noire suited investigator included. His suit was well fitted on his bulk frame, and he was so out of place to the scenes I had just witnessed that I wanted to hug him and thank him for his amazing choice of dress... I really didn't like the feeling but it was there.
The two guards sat in separate corners of the room, one behind me and another behind the man. It took me seer, which was quite comfortable for the setting. Before I could think of some way to just get this over with quickly, the man snaps around on his heels and investigates me, looking me up, down, and sideways as if I was some rare species of bug.
"You're James right? Dr.James S. Perrowin?" He asked with a sort of enthusiasm that makes me feel slightly less pissed off than usual.
"Indeed I am, who do I owe the pleasure to?" My tone stays as flat as ever. He nods and opens a Manila folder.
"Well you seem eager to help, so this should go quickly." He pulls out a sheet of paper and slides it across the table. It's a lab report on some mutigine that causes a disturbance in the frontal lobe as it lingers. "This is a lab report from a virus... A34-16-F." He quickly scans the documents, then he looks back at me. "Says here it messes with the people's brain of those who contract it. You know that that is simply against code here in my facility. Harming a group of our inmates is strictly forbidden in this-"

"Can we get to the point of this questioning?" My agitation pokes through, and the man even looks startled.
"Uh-h... yes of course. You created the virus, so did you take proper precautions to make sure that it would not come here?"
"Of course I would. Why would that even be a possibility?"
"Because shortly after you arrived the disease began spreading in the lower most region of the North region."