2017.12.19:Interrogation
| Interrogation | |
|---|---|
| Dragomir has words with the prisoner taken on the eventful patrol. | |
| IC Date | Not too long after the patrol. |
| IC Time | Night |
| Players | Dragomir, Brooke, Halona, Sergei, Terminal Velocity |
| Location | A secluded warehouse |
| Prp/Tp | Project- Black Helix Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 |
| Spheres | Gaian Garou |
There are a number of storage facilities 'owned' by one shell company or another that members of the Sept can draw on at need when doing Gaia's work so when Dragomir needs somewhere to stick his prisoner for a bit a spot is arranged for. Its dingy and mostly empty but its a warehouse with a wire frame cage in one corner. Where valuable stock would have been locked up when the warehouse was actually used for things. That's where the prisoner is currently detained.
All arrangements made, and now it's time for the half-moon to do what they are so well-known for doing. Though every Philodox has their own methods, unsurprisingly - Dragomir is a traditionalist. Those who know their Alpha, know that he is both territorial and vengeful, as has been displayed before. He walks towards the edge of the cage, and reaches out for a chair to turn and sit down upon. Arms crossing over his chest, not speaking just yet - instead he's just watching the man in the cage, expectantly.
Brooke stands further back, watching her alpha work. She is looking forward to this, to see what he can find out, and to be able to add to her tales she will share with others of their pack and the good they do.
Sergei is off pacing around, exploring the confines of the warehouse. Stacks of abandoned crates forgotten in corners get peered at and poked.
The Prisoner is freaked the fuck out and hiding in the corner of the cage.
"I, am Eye of the Storm. Judge of Gaia. You are a prisoner of a War which has lasted longer than either of us have been alive. I will determine if what you tell me is truth or lie. If your intention is to lie to me when I ask you my questions - then I will allow my pack to tear you apart and bury your remains for the Wyrm to find. Is that your intention?" the question is asked calmly by the Russian man. He leans back in his chair, having very little sympathy for the scared man in the cage it seems.
Brooke walks a few steps forward, crossing her arms across her chest, and just stares at the man in the cage.
The prisoner doesn't look over from where he's hiding in the corner but there's clearly a headshake indicating that he doesn't plan to lie.
Dragomir nods his head and offers, "Begin by telling me your name, and then explain to me what exactly you were doing with those cubs. I want you to answer this very carefully now, as the more informative you are - the higher your probability of not feeling a great deal of pain will be. I want to help you through this, but I can only do that if you're honest with me. Do you understand?"
Brooke continues looking at the prisoner, noting his reaction, and eyeing to see how he reacts to Dragomir.
The prisoner nods jerkily and turns a little bit, so he's speaking into the open but not looking directly at any of the garou. Clearly terrified. "My name is Henry Folsom. I'm a lab tech with Pythodine Genetics on Project Black Helix. Those cubs were being taken because they were female and going to be ready for their first breeding next 'season'." He pauses to clear his throat "Can I get some water? I'm so thirsty."
Dragomir considers the information, listening and nods his head. He begins to slowly get up, and starts to walk over towards a sink and gets down one of the coffee mugs off the shelf. He's considerate enough to rinse it out first, before filling it up with the tap water. Calmly he turns, starting to walk back towards the man. His grip on the cup tightens slightly at the news of what the intention is, but otherwise he manages to stuff it down. Carefully he offers the cup towards the man through the barricade. "Doing good Henry. Tell me more about Project Black Helix."
Brookes eyes shift to Dragomir and back to the prisoner at the mention of the female cubs and breeding. She shakes her head and gets a hard look on her face. This is a touchy subject and she is not happy where it is going - but she remains silent. This is Dragomir's show right now.
Henry comes over to get the cup gingerly "I don't know if you have the same problem but even with their permissive breeding practices the rate of full inheritance of the shifter gene is not what they'd like. Project Black Helix is focused on developing a gene therapy and cocktail of serums that'll enable a much higher rate of activation. Through Androgenisis."
"Problem." the word sticks in Dragomir's mind. Who's he to comment - born of the Silver Fang tribe who has been manipulating the genetics of their kinfolk for ages to perfect breeding. Yet how can one condone such things be done by force. He turns to look towards Brooke for a moment, then back towards Henry and asks, "What is Androgenesis Henry?.. how does it work?"
Henry gulps down some of the water and actually gets a little animated as he explains, nerding out about a topic that excites him "Androgenesis is when an embryo develops without the egg participating in fertilization. What Project Black Helix is trying to do is differentiate between the the kinfolk carrier expression of the shifter gene and the active gene of the garou parent. And forcing an androgenetic expression of only the father's DNA on that section of gene coding."
Brooke walks over to Dragomir and speaks softly to him, her face turned away from the guy in the cage. This is his show, she is not going to speak to the man herself.
Dragomir considers that for a long moment, listening to Brooke's whisper and then considers. "You are attempting to breed Warriors.. for the Wyrm. Specifically male ones?.. why males?" he motions his hand slightly, as though he was not actually sure of the answer. Though the realization that they may have many female kinfolk, makes the answer possibly about to be staggering.
Henry shakes his head "Oh the offspring don't have to be male, though I'm sure the Founder would prefer it. He's not just breeding warriors, he's building a Legacy. A Dynasty. The only donors of active gene are he and his....well there were three sons but your guy over there killed one." He says as he gestures over at where Sergei's climbing on crates.
Brooke looks at the guy with slanted eyes, and even though she is in homid form, there is a low nearly soundless snarl coming from her.
Dragomir listens and takes a moment to walk back over to take a seat once more. "Tell me about the Founder and his sons. If I am to understand this Dynasty you speak so fondly of, I no doubt need to understand the Visionary behind it, don't you agree?" He crosses his arms over his chest once more, calm (or so it appears for now) as he listens.
Henry tilts his head as he considers, his eyes glossing over a bit "I've never actually met the Founder myself, I've seen him but not . But the vision he has for his family's future is made clear and manifest through his plan for the Company. Alistair Carstairs is his name. Your kind knew him by a different name before you cast him out. Burning-Cresent, or Nicolai Tvarich. His sons Andre, Boris and Petros were born in the early days of the experiments."
Brooke blinks. "His own sons are experiments?" She cannot help but blurt that out.
Teeth grit slowly tighter, nails bite into his own crossed forearms as Dragomir listens to the words and makes the realization all too easily. Tvarich is a well-known bloodline, a very prestigious one at that. The echo of his own personal turmoil and that of his missing twin brother bring a growl to the surface of the man as he sits there. His eyes set forward - intent on nothing in particular like he is trying to restrain himself now. It takes him a moment to collect his bearings, restrain the violence that swells within him at the mention of that name. Finally he pulls himself to a stand, he looks towards Brooke, "Get the others ready." it's a command. He doesn't normal give 'commands'. Then he turns to look back towards Henry and walks towards the edge of the cage. "What security measures have they taken?" he asks flatly now.
Brooke turns and looks intently to Halona and Sergei, giving them the look they should remember to get themselves ready for business. Over their pack link she says, <<Get ready. Time for action.>>
Henry blinks and looks at Dragomir, scared witless "All sorts but....where in particular? The lab? The holding facility? Their residence? I'll answer and and and I won't lie. I just need to know what question to answer."
Halona is ready. She eyes Dragomir ever so briefly to make sure he's got his stuff together, then slips a little to one side, widening her stance.
Dragomir snarls more firmly now, he's angry.. and it's obvious even under a new moon. He grits his teeth. "You're stretching my patience Henry. Start with the lab.. then continue speaking everything you know, without stopping until I decide how to judge you. Every location, every security measure, everything. Leave out a single detail, even one.. and I'll tear out your throat myself." he lifts his hand to demonstrate the curling of his fingers to help illustrate his point.
