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[quote][b]Vaisou (May 03, 2003 11:02 p.m.):[/b] Vaisou shifted in his office chair and sat back, a slight frown on his features. Before him on the desk was a very large monitor, capable of displaying ten camera feeds simultaneously. At the moment, however, it displayed only one, and it held all of his attention. On the screen an older man in a faded blue jumpsuit sat slumped in a metal chair in one of the interrogation rooms while a younger man leaned against the edge of the conference table and talked to him. There was no sound; the audio track had been removed. There wasn't anything in this rendition that he hadn't grasped the second time through the recording, but he watched it until the young man left and the old man was escorted out before he ran it back once again. [i]What are you after, Terrence? I would have put him in the same room, but I wouldn't have put you in there with him.[/i] Vaisou was a careful man. He did occasionally make wagers with himself, but he always won them. Terrence had been a risk when he'd been brought in, but since then he'd been anything but. The boy just wanted to get along, and Vaisou needed someone to handle delicate matters for him without asking any questions. It was a good arrangement, especially for him. Terrence was an above average interrogator - nothing [i]exceptional[/i], nothing the training couldn't give him except an overactive need to excel, but an excellent tool for his shelf nonetheless. He was occasionally aware that his prodigy was not as content with his situation as he would have liked, but it had never seemed to be serious enough to require any attention. Now he was feeling uncertain, and Vaisou did not like to feel uncertain. He paused it somewhere in the middle of the interrogation. Madahar looked nervous. He kept glancing toward the camera. Terrence stood with his back to the camera for much of the conversation, and he couldn't gather enough from Madahar's replies to gain the gist of the conversation. The old man always looked down when he spoke, and it made it difficult to read his lips; however, there were only so many subjects that could make an old mole like Madahar sweat, and Vaisou couldn't think of one that he approved of Terrence knowing. Vaisou had been assigned to interrogate Gurcharan Madahar about a relatively routine discrepancy in his department's funding. Madahar had been a lackey in the lower levels of the accounting department, a position that didn't really afford any genuine opportunity for security risk. It was pure luck that Vaisou had happened upon a rather cryptic and (when decoded) incriminating message from one of his superiors that betrayed who his true employers were. As young and eager as he had been for personal gain, Vaisou had still recognized the opportunity for a tool when one presented itself. Madahar's testimony in the matter of the discrepancy took some retooling, but the net result of that testimony absolved Madahar of all guilt and hinted in the softest, gentlest terms that his aforementioned superior might have more information. Everything went according to schedule: Madahar's superior was found out as an agent of the Wolves and Vaisou got the credit, Madahar got a commendation and a promotion, and every now and then Vaisou called upon him for a favor or two. It was an agreeable arrangement, and he had been most displeased to discover that his old acquaintance had been a little sloppy and gotten himself into trouble. The official charge was the same as before - a relatively small accounting issue. Unfortunately, the duties of his position required that he delegate much of the minor work to his subordinates, and he hadn't seen Madahar's name on the lists until the interrogation was already complete. The problem was that shortly afterward, Madahar had delivered a resignation letter to his commanding officer and left the station in what looked a lot like a rush, and Vaisou had no way to know why. He changed his display to show Terrence, who appeared to be working industriously in his office. His frown deepened and then smoothed itself out. He opened a message window and requested some information from his secretary on the current whereabouts of Captain R. Quistin. Vaisou was a careful man. He had no way to determine what it was that Terrence had uncovered, and no method of interrogation would satisfy him that what was covered in Terrence's report was the entire truth. All beneficial arrangements were good, but as Madahar had just shown, all such arrangements came to an end.[/quote]
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