I was waiting in a metal room. The metal was steel, the room was etched with a bunch of sigils that all meant "magic person do not try" and there was little furniture (just a table and two chairs) I could also see some kind of picture window but it was one way glass so someone was observing but I couldn't tell who (how polite). The authorities had picked me up slightly after I killed the creature of apocalyptic nature because no one ever shows up on time to save me from something (except when they do, in which case I still complain look I admit it so that makes it ok). They were all wearing shiny black uniforms without name tags which told me they weren't your usual grunt force. No one was in the room with me.
"Sorry to keep you waiting." The door had opened and a thing lady with raven hair had come in, her voice was aristocratic sounding, probably of a royal blood line in her past. Skin was pasty white spoke of not going out in the sun, her eyes were purple which was odd.
"No you aren't, if you were sorry you wouldn't have kept me waiting in the first place." Everyone always says they are sorry when they don't mean it, what they mean to say is "I'm trying to be polite to excuse me being rude even though I don't care either way."
"I'm glad to see the file we have on you is correct you are an obnoxious prick." She sat down and put her feet up on the table, her boots were that of riding boots but most people don't ride horses anymore.
"I aim to be myself."
"That you certainly do." She flopped a large file she had in her hands on the table, I could see photos of me and descriptions of actions I'd taken, it was a thick file.
"Is this supposed to scare me?"
"Nope I have a flare for the dramatic," She opened the file and flipped to the last part, "You know a man named Donel correct?"
"I might know a man named that."
"Right of course admit nothing, well he used to work for us, in fact he still kind of does, seems he didn't exactly trust you to get the job done, so he put in a call to our office, looks like he should have had more faith." Her voice seemed bored, but she was beating around the bush.
"And here I just thought he was a librarian who loved guns." I liked verbal sparring, it was a lot easier than physical.
"So what was the creature?"
"Which one, I don't know either, but bad, real bad." She frowned.
"Where did you get the bullet?"
"Oh that old thing? Kept it in my sock drawer for special occasions." I had no loyalty to Hanlon, but I also don't like giving away information I don't have to.
"You're just going to fight me every step of the way aren't you." I smiled and she shut the folder and got up from her chair.
"Now I'm not so sorry we made you wait, well when you feel like being more talkative go ahead and knock on the door." At this point I felt my verbal sparring probably wasn't reciprocated. I definitely felt that three hours later when I hadn't been fed. I still didn't talk though because I'm rude like that.
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