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Chapter 4
<08:00, PLC Interrogation-“Debriefing” Room>
Braxton led Andrew to a meeting room. “Sit down. I want to start with what methods and forces were in the base.” He said.
Andrew walked over to the chair facing the door and sat. “Do you mind if I call out my pokégirl for this? She was imprisoned longer than I was. Also, I’m starting to feel a bit naked.” He said. Naked was an understatement. He wanted to be able to run if Braxton didn’t like his answers.
Braxton shrugged. “I suppose. Do you mind if I bring in a psychic to scan you, make sure what you’re saying is the truth?”
Andrew vigorously shook his head. “Maybe Claire, but not me. I may or may not kill any psychic type who goes rooting in my mind. Purely a defensive action, understand.”
Braxton smiled. “You know, I have already drawn my conclusions about where you came from. But I’ll let you fill them in. So, go ahead and summon your Slicer. Ashlon will not scan you, and if she does, any injury she sustains will not be your fault.”
Andrew nodded, and triggered Claire’s pokéball, at the same time an Alakawham teleported in to the meeting room.
Claire looked around with wide eyes which only grew wider at the sight of Ashlon. “Master, what is going on?” She whispered.
Andrew glanced at her. “I thought I told you not to call me that.” He muttered. In a louder voice, he said “We are at a PLC outpost. They raided the facility we were held in and dragged me along for information.”
Claire nodded. “We are with other people, Master. I will do what’s proper.” She said haughtily.
Andrew shook his head and motioned at Claire. “As you can see, she’s new.” He said to Braxton.
Braxton cracked a grin. “I can. By the way, would she like some clothes? It wouldn’t do to have us distracted right now.”
Andrew’s jaw dropped and he stared at Claire’s flushed face. “Well, uhm, after the events following my escape it kind of slipped my mind. Then again, I haven’t had much time to get her anything, either.”
Braxton snickered. “And it just ‘happened’ to slip you mind that your pokégirl was running around nude? Ashlon, can you get something in Claire’s size?” Ashlon nodded and disappeared. “Alright. So I was asking you about numbers and procedures you experienced…?” He inquired.
Over the next few hours Braxton went over generalities. Numbers, experiences, a few names. It was when he started getting into the details that Andrew began resisting.
“So, you escaped with the help of a gun, that you somehow got in your cell, then lost it. Furthermore, Claire had no clothes, and you had perfectly fitting cargo pants and a t-shirt.” He said.
Claire leaned over the back of Andrew’s chair. Ashlon had retrieved form fitting shorts and a sports bra for her, and she relished them. During a break a few hours into the questioning, they had gone to breakfast and she had been run through a healing cycle. The result was Claire filling back out, with a perky B-cup and a much jollier attitude. It was enough that Andrew found himself grinning occasionally as she pressed up against the back of his chair. “Sir, you don’t have to tell him anything.” She whispered. Andrew regarded Braxton quietly.
“I feel like I should, Claire. Truthfully.” He sighed. “Braxton, I have some psychic power. I don’t know how. I don’t really know what. All I know is I was dreaming, I dreamed about escape, and I had my- a gun and I was clothed.” He said.
Braxton cocked his head. “You said ‘my’. It was your gun? Did you own it, or design it? The damage we could see was consistent with a pokégirl rampage.”
Andrew gave a sheepish smile. “I think I’m going to just say own, here. Since it’s the truth.”
Braxton regarded him evenly while Ashlon twitched her antennae. “I’m going to have to take that answer at face value, aren’t I. Alright. How did you get Claire? My men found the corpse of a Doll in there. Any correlation?”
Claire stirred behind Andrew. “That was Michael, my old Tamer.” She stated, her voice flat. “He ceased to exist before my Master found him, dead.”
Braxton made a note. “Fair enough. Why did they take him? Do you know?”
Claire shook her head. “I imagine the pirates wanted a plaything. That’s all they did with him until one cut his dick off accidently. Then they just tortured me with him.” A tear started to form before she angrily brushed it away. “And I would ask that you stop asking about him.”
Braxton let his gaze linger over Claire’s face before refocusing on Andrew. “I think you’ve answered every question I can ask, save one.” He set down his pad and Andrew could feel the tension in the room jump a notch. “Are you an Author?”
Andrew gripped the arms of his chair, ready to run. “That is open to debate.”
Ashlon cracked an eyelid open and Braxton crossed his arms. “Debate by whom.”
“If you mean ‘am I a quasi-human being who either can see, influence, or create this world’, I would debate no. With stipulations. Those who would debate that fact are I and a couple other people. That group does not involve you. The point is moot, anyhow, because according to my belief of philosophy, if I created this world, it wouldn’t be here right now. My presence proves that I don’t create it.”
Braxton nodded. “So you say you are not an Author.”
“No, I was limiting my statement to this world.”
Braxton closed his eyes. “I have a feeling why I am not one of the people who could have this conversation. All right; you have answered all my questions. We have the necessary equipment here to give you your trainer’s test, as standardized by any league. Whatever league you choose is where we’ll drop you, to make paperwork fabrication easier.”
Andrew grinned. “Give me the items I would receive after said test, depending on my score, and we have a deal.”
Braxton’s mouth twitched into a small smile. “Right now you have no idea where you are. I am the only way you could get anywhere. Though I suspect I would want to grant your request, if only to not have you do something stupid in the future.” He shrugged. “Alright; what league?”
“Blue”
Braxton frowned. “You tricked me. By agreeing to provide you with everything the league we tested you on would give you, I also agreed to not argue with which league you chose. Are you sure you won’t reconsider? After Kerrik, Blue has really changed. And we don’t even know how.”
Andrew shook his head. “Blue. Kerrik is the only one who could, right now, be any sort of a familiar face. Anything or anyone I know was murdered. One of the reasons I choose to believe I only saw this world. Or something else; but for the sake of my sanity I choose to see. Not to create.” He looked aside and muttered to Claire. “Even though Kerrik will almost certainly never be back.”
Braxton glanced at him. “Did you say something, in my presence, that could possibly give my superiors a reason to hold you? I doubt it. You wouldn’t be so stupid.”
Andrew grinned. “Of course not good sir. I would never intentionally do anything to jeopardize myself.”
Braxton sighed. “Alright. I can never understand what you go through I guess. We’ll give you Blue’s test – based on Kerrik’s scores you’ll probably be receiving a starter chip for an Uncommon and all that. Try to keep your head down, alright? As far as we know, the Goth cell that took you is an isolated incident.”
Andrew flashed him a tight smile. “And as far as you knew, before today, there were no isolated incidents.”
Braxton grabbed his shoulder as they stood up. “Andrew, if that is your real name, you have already done something incredibly stupid. Don’t do anything else. If the PLC decides you’re a threat, they will come after you. And I will be against you. I already know a lot about you. I was a profiler before the war, and so I can read people without any psychic skills. I know more about you than you know.”
Andrew rolled his eyes. “I won’t do anything. I’m smarter than you give me credit fo-“ He froze. “Wait. Did you just say ‘before the war’? Before the Revenge war?? How…” He stopped as Braxton lunged at him. “Son of a bitch!” Andrew spat as he rolled away from Braxton and Ashlon. As he did he noticed Claire doing the same, with Ashlon swinging at her with what must have been a Gatling Punch. “How the HELL did you just do that? G-Spliced? I am too old for this shit.” Andrew grumbled as he landed in a reverse crescent horse stance. “Braxton STOP! YOU made a slip. I can never reveal what I heard by force. I have no intention of being an enemy. This. Never. Happened.”
Braxton stopped advancing around the table. “It just happened. I can’t let you out knowing what I just said-“ He froze as he appeared to be listening to something only he could hear. Andrew glanced at Ashlon and understood. “Please. We both are trying to make it in an unfamiliar world. You know my secret; I know yours. We’re even. Right?”
Ashlon barely glanced at him. “You saw through both of us by looking. And barely listening. But you are right. You are no threat. Just be glad the microphones in this room were disabled.”
Andrew nodded. “Wide frequency blanket telepathy? Congratulations. Yes. I am no threat. Definitely not now, at least. So - this never happened? Move on?” He winced. “Please?”
Braxton straightened up and walked to the door. “Yea. Follow me and I’ll get your test.” He paused. “But remember that a bullet to the head is still a very economical option to maintain silence.”
As the door opened a sensor buzzed a small light on on the GunValkyrie’s desk. She tapped a small button and received a double click of the light in response. “All systems go. He doesn’t suspect a thing, and the pokedex has the tracer implanted… We’re good.” She muttered.
Andrew ???
Age: ????
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Harem:
Hauteclere – Slicer, Level 11
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WARNING: CORRUPT DATA FILE