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

[Philip Lewis]

>>> 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.
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> 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.

Correct. No comments, no trouble, no emotion at all.
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> 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."

"Not spy. Not hiding. Not trouble for you."
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