Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180613113045/@comment-25828117-20180617223450

"Then why did you agree to meet at one?" Harry asked as they returned to the car.

A buzzer at the entrance of the cellblock could be heard. Someone was coming in.

Footsteps drew nearer and nearer until they stopped in front of Cinder's cell.

A man wearing a white business shirt with his slacks and loosened tie on display looked over his expensive horn-rimmed glasses at the woman. He had his sleeves rolled up too, allowing Cinder to see his equally as expensive watch.

This man had two men in uniform with him. A guard of the facility and the officer that Cindy had fought.

"And she attacked you?" The bespectacled man asked.

The officer nodded.

"Okay then... Open up."

A moment later, the door to Cinder's cell slid aside.

"Bring her to interrogation room 2."

The woman quickly found herself manhandled and marched off towards the other side of the building while the man in slacks lingered and wandered passed Chris' cell for a second before he too left.

Evidently they were under the impression Cinder was part of the resistance because she had tried to kill the officer that had asked her for ID.

Chris' cell was fairly standard. Plastered concrete walls. It'd take more than a night to chisel through, and he didn't even have tools. It seemed like he was stuck for now. With the American marine he had seen earlier today through the scope of his rifle behind the wall beside him no less.