Soris was escorted to the temporary interrogation room in Grae’s Bunker. The massive building was fortified with walls and not decorated like other buildings on the Line. They were too important for that. Initially built to be strongholds in case the cty was attacked, the Bunkers were now given to each Captain of the Fetona Security Officers to house their soldiers during duty.

Of course, this one would have to be reassigned with Grae now dead.

Soris watched the dull stone walls pass by with boredom. Grae’s Bunker was one of the larger ones, so they often kept the interrogation rooms toward the middle except for special occasions. No one wanted to walk too far and with the underground holding cells lining the main room of this Bunker, it was ideal.

“Captain Soris, there is talk of you succeeding Grae and taking over his Bunker.”

Soris looked at the officer ahead of him, the one who had spoken. He was a build lad, unlike most officers. “That would be a transfer, not a succession,” Soris replied, “and why would I? Surely there are others more suited.” And surely there was someone else who wanted to work the large Bunker. Soris was glad he had such a small one. Grae’s Bunker was well over five floors, not counting the basement floors! Yes, Soris was happy with three floors and a single basement for food supplies.

“But sir,” the fit officer had been saying, “There is no better person to replace Captain Grae than you. You have the best reputation and could even fight on equal terms with Captain Grae.”

Soris wanted to groan and roll his eyes, but he fought down the urge. These people didn’t even care that their Captain died two days ago! And they hadn’t gotten anything out of the old rebel, either. Soris thought they would have been on edge. “Let us mourn him for now. We will choose a successor later on, after the Abyssal God has recycled his soul and the Radiant God blessed his memory.”

The officer let his shoulders sink. “My apologies, sir,” he said as they came into the main room of the Bunker, “I have been trying to not think of Captain Grae’s death and failed to remember him.” He seemed truly upset as he stopped.

Soris came up beside him and placed a hand on the lads shoulder. Why did he have to cheer up the officers. It was depressing. “Look,” Soris said, trying to seem confident, “What matters now is that you have remembered him and had the opportunity to know him. Besides, his soul will make a mother proud soon. Hopefully he gets a better face, though.”

The officer laughed a little and nodded to a door on the far side of the large room. Soris thanked him and headed on his way. As he walked, Soris looked at the several iron mechanisms that indicated an underground cell. Screams and moaning came from many. Soris wasn’t surprised. The whole Security force had been capturing anyone suspicious and accusing them of being rebels. The Divines were scared, as was everyone else. Well, nothing to do with Soris at the moment. He quickly headed to the door he had been told to go to.

The iron door was large, but officers opened it for him. That was good. Soris had already reported to several Divines and a Herald about the interrogation of the old man. He would have to do the same when he was done with the younger one, too. Soris sighed. Today was rough.

Inside was a large table with a young man sitting at it. Behind him were the customary officers – four in total – in case he decided to attack, foolish a move as it would have been, not to mention tiring for Soris. He simply hoped he could finish this up fast and be off to report. The sooner, the better.

Soris took his seat across the boy and began to examine him. Anger in the eyes was what Soris noticed first. How odd, to be angry for being captured instead of being afraid like so many of the others. The second thing Soris noticed was the boy’s hair; It stuck everywhere in a black mess, but looked like he had tried to shove it back, to little avail. And the last thing was the size of his body. At first glance, the lad seemed to be small and skinny, but after looking through his raggedy clothing and dirty body, Soris realized he was actually quite well built.

“What is your name?” Soris asked calmly.

The lad clenched his fist. His hands had been freed for the moment, since the officers and Soris were armed and ready for an attack in case it came.

“Sish,” the boy spat, rubbing his hand through his hair. His anger seemed to slowly seep out of him. How odd. “Not that you really care.”

Soris nodded. “On the contrary,” he said, “We need to know names just like anyone else. But, you will find out that later.” Sish looked at Soris with hate in his eyes. It wasn’t as bad as earlier, but the dark mood still lingered. “Why did you attack Fetona?”

Sish smiled. “I was mad.”

Soris nearly laughed. “Yes, you were quite mad for attacking the one and only city in Jana.”

“Mad? No, I mean angry!” Sish slammed his hand on the table, surprising all the officers and making them move forward in alarm. Soris waved them off. This boy was no danger at the moment. Everything in the room was hollow. “I was angry at all of you damnable stiffs thinking you can overlook everything and do anything you want!”

Soris clasped his hands and stared hard at the lad. “You do realize we are having your execution right after this conversation, right?”

That shut him up.


The End

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