The Order of Huntsmen

Daire Interlude

Daire gently slid the back of the pen into the barrel. His hand slipped and the back piece flew off, sending the spring of the pen launching across the room. He would have gotten it, were he not handcuffed to the table.

"Damn it." He tossed the pieces of the pen back onto the steel table and leaned back into his seat, frowning at the way the cheap plastic caused his back to ache. He had already disassembled and reassembled the pen a total of 42 times. If he had to spend another minute in that room he was going to walk out. One way or another.

Daire drummed his fingers on the surface of the table, listening to the way the sound bounced around the stark white room. He looked around the room, staring pointedly at the camera fashioned to the ceiling in the corner. He smirked as he heard the agents on the other side of the two way mirror muttering to themselves.

His amusement was quickly squashed as a senior agent reprimanded the other two behind the glass and reminded them to keep in mind "what he is." Daire frowned at that and rolled his eyes.

He didn't need a clock to know he had been sitting in the Huntsmen Agency's interrogation room for several hours. He wasn't sure what had happened to Andrew and Orion after they had been taken away. He hoped they were alright. He would hate to lose his favorite source of entertainment.

Daire sighed and sat up, trying to ease the burn in his tailbone. He admired the handcuffs around his wrists, securing him to a steel rail on the table, which was bolted to the floor. Not that it'd stop him, if he really wanted to get out. He appreciated that they weren't made out of iron. He hated the way it burned.

His ears perked up at the sound of the heavy steel door opening. An agent stepped inside, a folder secured under his arm. He took a seat on the other side of the table. Daire tipped his head to the side as he inspected the agent.

He was an attractive man, for a mortal that is. Though, he would benefit from having that demon clinging to his soul removed.

He watched Daire, his brown eyes piercing. Daire couldn't help but wonder what his relationship to Orion was. He didn't think Orion was all that interesting, but to have a friend in the Huntsmen? Curious indeed.

"So," Daire began, leaning forward to cross his arms across the table. "What is your relationship with Orion Holt?"

A muscle in the agent's jaw twitched. "That is confidential." He opened his folder on the table and looked around for the pen, finding the pieces on the corner.

"My apologies. I was bored, you see. The spring's to your left. I can fix it, if you'd like." Daire gave his best showman's smile.

The agent only sighed and shook his head before pulling another pen from his pocket. Daire frowned in disappointment.

The agent cleared his throat. "So, Mr...?"

"Irrelevant."

The agent sighed again. "I can't verify your identity without it."

"I have been many things, many lifetimes over. It doesn't matter what name my father gave me."

The agent raised a brow, obviously not impressed. "Let me make this simple for you, you're not leaving until you tell me."

Daire let out a loud laugh. They couldn't stop him if he really wanted out. But the look on the agents face showed that he at least thought they could. Daire, filled with endless boredom, had an idea. "I have a bargain."

The agent pushed aside the folder and folded his hands before him on the table. "Speak it."

Daire shook his head harshly to move his hair off his shoulder. "Information for information. I'll tell you if you answer a question of mine."

"Only if it isn't a matter of national security, and doesn't put anyone at risk."

Daire grinned. "A deal."

The agent nodded. "Ask your question."

Daire contemplated for a moment. He had many questions, but only one that seemed worthwhile. "What is Orion Holt?" He knew he was human, that was obvious. But the magic attached to him was odd, but familiar. He might be a mage, but the magic signature didn't seem to belong to him. Perhaps a warlock? The thought of knowing the answer peaked Daire's excitement.

The agent blinked a few times. He opened his mouth to speak and stopped. A look passed over his face as he thought about his options. He closed his eyes and let out a breath as he caved. "Orion is a hunter."

Daire took in the information. So he was not a mage, nor a warlock. If he was a hunter... Daire grinned. What a lovely bit of information. It was useless information, but still amusing. "Oh, how unfortunate."

The agent was taken aback by his answer. "Why do you say that?"

"Poor little Andrew is in way over his head." Daire gave a wistful sigh as he said it.

The agent's eyes narrowed, "What are you talking-"

"Ah, ah, ah." Daire waggled a finger at him. "That wasn't part of our deal."

The agent seethed, much to Daire's delight. The agent harshly pulled the folder back in front of him and clicked his pen. "Your surname?"

"Fionnghall. But that's not the name you'll find on the school registry."

The agent looked at him quizzically. "And the name on your school records?"

"Adam Dunbar."

The agent scribbled a few things down on the paper. He abruptly stood and walked to Daire, pulling a small key from his pocket.

Daire rubbed his wrists in his hands as he was freed. The agent grabbed his folder and walked to the door. He held it open as he said, "Orion and Andrew are awake if you'd like to see them."

Daire felt a smile stretch across his lips in a way that wasn't at all human. Oh the trouble those boys were bound to wander into. He wanted to see it all. "I'd love to."