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interrogate him. Bring my pip to us.
With Paxton properly under my control and at my mercy, I pushed him out the door and onto the street corner.
A few minutes later my personal interrogation pod arrived.
The pip was almost identical in external appearance to my pod, except that it had markings identifying it as a plumbing service/repair vehicle, and the doors were in the back, rather than at the side-front.
As I approached steps extended out from underneath, and the door opened automatically.
“So, you’re an Inquisitor by day and a plumber by night?” Paxton said with a little laugh.
This one’s got a mouth on him, I thought.
I gave him a good smack in the back of the head. “Get in and shut up,” I said, shoving the insolent shit forward.
The inside of the pip was a round room, and all but bare except for a small square table in the center with a dreadfully uncomfortable looking steel chair on one side, and a plush blood red recliner on the other. In order to keep out prying eyes, as well as to make the occupant of the steel chair a little more uncomfortable with the feeling of being boxed in, there weren’t any windows or wallscreens. The only illumination in the room was a single low lumen light bulb dangling from the roof.
Hope he isn’t claustrophobic.
A few years back I had a detainee who had been severely so. It hadn’t been a pleasant experience, for either of us. Though I had thoroughly enjoyed rendering the man unconscious in order to calm him down.
Paxton moved towards the recliner. I had Kali give him a little jolt through the collar, putting him in his proper place.
“Jeez, can’t you take a joke?” Paxton rubbed his neck and took a seat in the steel chair.
“Oh I like jokes just as much as anyone. You’re just not that funny. Plus, it seems I possess a different brand of humor than you,” I said with a smile.
He didn’t reciprocate.
Once we were both seated, the entry portion of the wall closed, and we became locked inside.
‹“Kali, take us to Texas.”›
‹ As you wish, sir. We should arrive in approximately six hours, thirteen minutes, and forty-seven seconds . ›
There was a slight sensation of motion as the pip accelerated. But after a moment I felt nothing. I still found myself amazed at how well the motion stabilizers worked. I never could tell when we were actually moving after that initial sway. I found it a little unsettling sometimes.
While reclining in my chair I reviewed more of Paxton’s bio, while also keeping an eye on how he reacted to his environment. Paxton, like most visitors to the pip, was finding it difficult to get comfortable in the chair.
I pondered what Paxton might be thinking, which made me wonder if Huginn and Muninn would allow me the ability to read others thoughts and memories without permission.
I asked Kali if indeed there were any Inquisitor invasion policies written into the Huginn and Muninn architecture.
She said there were, but currently the Republic of Colorado hadn’t agreed to allow its use on its civilians.
Too bad.
After a few minutes of silent, yet entertaining observation, and so far satisfied with the man, I asked him, “How’d you like to earn enough credits to clear your debts?”
5: Inquisitioned
Paxton stopped wiggling in the chair. “What are you talking about?”
I shrugged. “I thought the question was pretty self-evident. Apparently I was wrong. Let me rephrase it for ya. I’m offering you a job.”
Paxton chuckled. “Is this some sort of trick?” He looked around the room and his eyes passed over a couple of cameras. He pointed to one and smiled.
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Yes, it’s all a practical joke. Jim, tell this young man what he’s won.”
There was no Jim. It wasn’t a joke. There wasn’t going to be random strangers popping out of hidden corners yelling, ‘Surprise!’ Even though there were hidden corners, as it was a round room within a rectangle after
With Paxton properly under my control and at my mercy, I pushed him out the door and onto the street corner.
A few minutes later my personal interrogation pod arrived.
The pip was almost identical in external appearance to my pod, except that it had markings identifying it as a plumbing service/repair vehicle, and the doors were in the back, rather than at the side-front.
As I approached steps extended out from underneath, and the door opened automatically.
“So, you’re an Inquisitor by day and a plumber by night?” Paxton said with a little laugh.
This one’s got a mouth on him, I thought.
I gave him a good smack in the back of the head. “Get in and shut up,” I said, shoving the insolent shit forward.
The inside of the pip was a round room, and all but bare except for a small square table in the center with a dreadfully uncomfortable looking steel chair on one side, and a plush blood red recliner on the other. In order to keep out prying eyes, as well as to make the occupant of the steel chair a little more uncomfortable with the feeling of being boxed in, there weren’t any windows or wallscreens. The only illumination in the room was a single low lumen light bulb dangling from the roof.
Hope he isn’t claustrophobic.
A few years back I had a detainee who had been severely so. It hadn’t been a pleasant experience, for either of us. Though I had thoroughly enjoyed rendering the man unconscious in order to calm him down.
Paxton moved towards the recliner. I had Kali give him a little jolt through the collar, putting him in his proper place.
“Jeez, can’t you take a joke?” Paxton rubbed his neck and took a seat in the steel chair.
“Oh I like jokes just as much as anyone. You’re just not that funny. Plus, it seems I possess a different brand of humor than you,” I said with a smile.
He didn’t reciprocate.
Once we were both seated, the entry portion of the wall closed, and we became locked inside.
‹“Kali, take us to Texas.”›
‹ As you wish, sir. We should arrive in approximately six hours, thirteen minutes, and forty-seven seconds . ›
There was a slight sensation of motion as the pip accelerated. But after a moment I felt nothing. I still found myself amazed at how well the motion stabilizers worked. I never could tell when we were actually moving after that initial sway. I found it a little unsettling sometimes.
While reclining in my chair I reviewed more of Paxton’s bio, while also keeping an eye on how he reacted to his environment. Paxton, like most visitors to the pip, was finding it difficult to get comfortable in the chair.
I pondered what Paxton might be thinking, which made me wonder if Huginn and Muninn would allow me the ability to read others thoughts and memories without permission.
I asked Kali if indeed there were any Inquisitor invasion policies written into the Huginn and Muninn architecture.
She said there were, but currently the Republic of Colorado hadn’t agreed to allow its use on its civilians.
Too bad.
After a few minutes of silent, yet entertaining observation, and so far satisfied with the man, I asked him, “How’d you like to earn enough credits to clear your debts?”
5: Inquisitioned
Paxton stopped wiggling in the chair. “What are you talking about?”
I shrugged. “I thought the question was pretty self-evident. Apparently I was wrong. Let me rephrase it for ya. I’m offering you a job.”
Paxton chuckled. “Is this some sort of trick?” He looked around the room and his eyes passed over a couple of cameras. He pointed to one and smiled.
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Yes, it’s all a practical joke. Jim, tell this young man what he’s won.”
There was no Jim. It wasn’t a joke. There wasn’t going to be random strangers popping out of hidden corners yelling, ‘Surprise!’ Even though there were hidden corners, as it was a round room within a rectangle after
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