Date: Post “Hellions Raise Hell” and Sewer mission with Darrin.Location: First WardCharacters: Laser Shrike
Laser Shrike looked down at the Hellion strapped to the gurneys. He was tough, for a Hellion. Shrike had gathered six of the Hellions into the makeshift first ward hospital. It was out of the way and difficult to access, but it was also private and felt a little more like home.
This dirty half dozen were responsible for burning down a building in Steel Canyon. Shrike had diverted some of those she had taken into custody. She needed information. Information about the resistance.
"Oi." Shrike prodded him awake. "Time to earn your keep."
Shrike had gathered the six to interrogate regarding the weird goings on. Originally, she had planned to join the Warriors and go undercover, but that was necessarily on hold. She hoped she had convinced Bargast to go in her stead. If not, she would find another person. She had things to do.
The Hellion was cursing on the table.
"Do you know how Shrikes got the nickname the butcher bird?" Shrike asked. The Hellion craned his head to look at her, but said nothing. So she continued. "They impale their prey on sticks, twigs, thorns, whatevers around. Then they take their victim apart slowly. I have six of you. I hope for each of your sakes your stories line up. Now I need answers. And the top 2 of my list: what are you looking for, and what are you doing that involves the Praetorian resistance? Think on it. Take a moment. I've put a device on your head, Praetorian tech, ever been? It'll let me know if you lie, so I can compare all your team's truths. Be back after your friends are done."
Shrike left the room and shut the door. She set a recording of screaming to play, and give the man time to think. Shrike wouldn't torture them, not physically, but no sense letting them know that just now. There was no device either, it was a forehead massager from an electronics store. No sense letting them know that either.