(Outside of the cell) "Either way, PA we need to know what he's so interested in." he looked on.
"Telling by the fact he didn't immediately attack we have to presume he and you have a common link." he looked at pay. SPM comment didn't go unnoticed.
"Back home Paragon had several projects to augment humans and meta-humans. he even successfully gave non-powered people powers via a special dispenser device. Mostly radiation immunity, strength, endurance and in very small number Psionic powers." he paused.
"Say, PA, Do you know how you got your abilities?" he wondered if this guy in holding knew something they didn't...
" Is he waiting for a particular lawyer, or just a public defender?" Tharsis asked, a smirk crossing his face despite being uncomfortable keeping his wings folded tight." Because one of us might be able to slip in there with a suit and briefcase to get a few answers."
Satan: Hey, ummm....you sold me your soul last week and-- Me: Sorry, no returns. Satan: Yeah, it's just it's a lot more twisted than I thought and-- Me: No returns.
Miranda smirks, having gone back to human form. "I could do that." she shrugs "I don't think he saw me."
"They say that all the world is a stage. But obviously the play is unrehearsed and everyone is adlibbing their lines! Maybe that's why it's so hard to figure out if we're in a tragedy or a farce. We need more special effects and dance numbers." -- Calvin & Hobbes
Post by Renekin Skywalker on Apr 12, 2009 17:40:03 GMT -5
"No." Troubleshooter says. "That would be entrapment. And we los anything he might have to say."
An officer pops his head in. "Lawyer's here." He says. Handing a sheet.
"Regault?" Troubleshooter says, thoughtfully. "Who wants to run a check?"
"Don't know where." PA answers. "Went to sleep for a week, and woke up with them." He says. "Don't know where I slept. Cops never said."
(In the briefing room)
(Team, remember, you can all hear and see what happens, now or later)
An officer walks in and sits down, not saying a word. "One last chance to say something."
Then, assuming Kendall says nothing, a suited fellow in a briefcase comes in. "Well." He says, sitting down. "If I could have a moment with my client, that would help."
The cop, looking like the lawyer had just cut out his Christmas bonus, gets up and leaves.
After the door closes, he faces Dorset. "Bad chess move." He says. "Moving for the king and forgetting the pawns." He pulls out a file. "They have not laid any charges, and are holding you on suspicion. They haven't said what, but it's broad enough that they can hold you for a while unless you give them something they'ld want."
"Not sure what they want. I don't have much to say. I did nothing wrong. They can suspect me of alot of things. Doesn't mean I did any of them."
After pausing for a moment and looking around the room he says, "guess you can have them come in and ask questions. I'm sure you'll keep me from saying anything that will incriminate myself. I do have one question before you bring them in though. Do you represent me or Regault? If its the latter you can just leave now."
I'll handle the background check. I can manage digging up a few files. Mind if I get a uniform so I blend in, TS?" he steps out. and goes to records first then to an officer or detective that deals with companies directly after finding.
"Yeah, get on with your questions," Kendall says rather curtly. He isn't sure where they got this whole 'Suspicions of unlawful bio-engineering' charge, but he is getting quite annoyed at the whole situation.