[Pulp] 061-1000 14:15 Ridge Downport - Boris

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subadai at mindspring.com wrote:
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>> You end up in a nice orange jumpsuit with thin, but surprising 
>> comfortable shoes in a holding cell.
> Nope, Boris certainly does not get any happier. He says nothign except to
> direct questions and goes readily to where requested. He desires no
> additional bumps and bruises or broken things at this time. Perhaps later.
> He is not unhappy that most of his possessions are still on the ship.

A pair of SPA security open your cell and escort you to another room.
You are pointed to a chair on one side of a table.  Once you sit down, 
you notice a subtle, but strong grav field start up.  You know better to 
even try to get out of the chair.

OOC: I'm assuming that Boris is continuing the behavior stated before. 
He is one who understands that some things are best served cold.

The guards leave and you are left alone for at least several moments.
Then the door opens, and the woman who arrested you walks in and sits 
across from you.  She sizes you up with those steel gray eyes, as she 
casually lights a small smoke stick.  Smells like real Terran tobacco. 
The kind only well connected officers or black marketeers in the Sol 
Confed Navy & Marines could get.

She exhales a cloud of smoke and says, "You Mr. Luchenko are troubling. 
  A lot of people are quite convinced you are a Sol Confed spy and are 
in favor of turning you over to some not very nice people who would 
extract everything they want from your mind without worrying about what 
condition it was in when they were done."


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