Thus Saith the Lord
Lucien looked down upon a hooded man. What a pathetic excuse for a money launderer, Lucien questioned what possessed the blue harvest rebel group to employ him yes he was employed in the tax offices but he was a redfaced, sniveling waste of breath. He had passed water in a rather undignified matter when Lucien's secret police had kicked his door down. They had come onto this man after a failed assassination attempt on the Mayor of the city of wings the assassin had yielded his pay master who had in turn yielded the details of Lucien's current guest. Lucien desired the whole operation however, blue harvest were an?d old rebel cell who had recently graduated from tormenting factory owners to killing Lucien's beurocrates.
The accountant had been picked up half an hour before from his house just as he was about to engage the service of a lady of pleasure, she wasn't best pleased when the secret police deprived her of a paying customer and she was possitivly lived when lucien ordered she be flogged. From there the accountant was rushed to a secure detention facility on the fringe capital world. Other than minor injuries sustained during his arrest he was untouched, that was set to change ... Very soon.
Lucien cleared his throat "Some one aught to inform Lord [member="Lucianus Adair"] this man was an accountant with Skye's central tax offices this concerns his department as well as mine ... Fetch him the leave me I will handle this interrogation" the torturor and her assistants bowed and the left a message was sent to Lucianus then they whent home to watch day time television.
Lucien was left alone with his guest and his tools he liked to refer to them as his motivators. He took off his coat and jacket and hung it up before moving over to his instrument table. He picked up a pair of gloves pulling them on before ghosting over his tools, so many options ... He only hoped he would get the opertunity to use them he loved a good squeiler. That would all have to wait he returned to his captive guest pulling the hood from his head "rouse yourself prisoner 424359, I want to have a little chat" he pulled a chair up to sit infront of the tax man. The prisoner squirmed pressing his eyes shut against the bright light "eyes open now ... Don't be rude, I'm just brewing some tea" in a answer to him the water heater clicked announcing that the water had boiled " perhaps you would like some?" Lucien cooed the tax man nodded vigorously as Lucien rose to dispense water into a tea pot Lucien frowned "your hands are tied though it would be horrifically impractical for you to drink it" Lucien poured two cups taking one for himself and leaving the other on the table, just within 424359's visual range "I will leave that there for you until your more able to drink it ... We can begin in a moment I'm just expecting my associate any minute"
The accountant had been picked up half an hour before from his house just as he was about to engage the service of a lady of pleasure, she wasn't best pleased when the secret police deprived her of a paying customer and she was possitivly lived when lucien ordered she be flogged. From there the accountant was rushed to a secure detention facility on the fringe capital world. Other than minor injuries sustained during his arrest he was untouched, that was set to change ... Very soon.
Lucien cleared his throat "Some one aught to inform Lord [member="Lucianus Adair"] this man was an accountant with Skye's central tax offices this concerns his department as well as mine ... Fetch him the leave me I will handle this interrogation" the torturor and her assistants bowed and the left a message was sent to Lucianus then they whent home to watch day time television.
Lucien was left alone with his guest and his tools he liked to refer to them as his motivators. He took off his coat and jacket and hung it up before moving over to his instrument table. He picked up a pair of gloves pulling them on before ghosting over his tools, so many options ... He only hoped he would get the opertunity to use them he loved a good squeiler. That would all have to wait he returned to his captive guest pulling the hood from his head "rouse yourself prisoner 424359, I want to have a little chat" he pulled a chair up to sit infront of the tax man. The prisoner squirmed pressing his eyes shut against the bright light "eyes open now ... Don't be rude, I'm just brewing some tea" in a answer to him the water heater clicked announcing that the water had boiled " perhaps you would like some?" Lucien cooed the tax man nodded vigorously as Lucien rose to dispense water into a tea pot Lucien frowned "your hands are tied though it would be horrifically impractical for you to drink it" Lucien poured two cups taking one for himself and leaving the other on the table, just within 424359's visual range "I will leave that there for you until your more able to drink it ... We can begin in a moment I'm just expecting my associate any minute"
