Disorder in Iulua (Open)

[Iulua]

"You're monstrous," Mendoza said sharply. "You'd burn my face off for disagreeing with me! You can't stand other people having rights, dignity!" She was glaring daggers. But, when Hodek asked if she was LGBTQ, Mendoza laughed. She tossed her hair, a bit disheveled from her rough night, and extended a booted leg, her dress falling up a little. She feigned batting her eyes and laughed again. "Are you hitting on me?" But she sobered at the next words. "Barely? You despise my life, you..." She sighed and shook her head. "What do you actually even want to know?"

"I have no respect for your life? I? I am a pitiful one by the standards of my country, if you ask the average Czechoslovakian what he would do with you, you would hear far worse things. What I want to know first of all is where you will hit, you are the Leader of the uprising, you will know something, and then, in any case, someone has to occupy our labor camps ... so if you don't answer all my questions honestly, expect your life to turn into a hell, no more teasing. "
said the inspector, this time his was a real threat.

"You don't seem to. You want to dip my face in acid and practically kill me," Mendoza pointed out, "but I'm not in Czechoslovakia."

"Yet," Mendes taunted. "You did assault Czech officers. What could a commie like this expect if she were to be, just hypothetically, extradited to your country?" she then asked Hodek.

Mendoza blanched and pulled her feet back. Santos sighed. "Adjust the prisoner a little," he said to Mendes. Mendes tightened Mendoza's handcuffs, pulled her coat closer, and adjusted the hem of her dress a little for more modesty (and to keep more heat in). Santos smiled and looked at Hodek and Mendes. "Either of you ladies care for a drink? Something to eat?"

[Grande Germania]

"I have no respect for your life? I? I am a pitiful one by the standards of my country, if you ask the average Czechoslovakian what he would do with you, you would hear far worse things. What I want to know first of all is where you will hit, you are the Leader of the uprising, you will know something, and then, in any case, someone has to occupy our labor camps ... so if you don't answer all my questions honestly, expect your life to turn into a hell, no more teasing. "
said the inspector, this time his was a real threat.

"You don't seem to. You want to dip my face in acid and practically kill me," Mendoza pointed out, "but I'm not in Czechoslovakia."

"Yet," Mendes taunted. "You did assault Czech officers. What could a commie like this expect if she were to be, just hypothetically, extradited to your country?" she then asked Hodek.

Mendoza blanched and pulled her feet back. Santos sighed. "Adjust the prisoner a little," he said to Mendes. Mendes tightened Mendoza's handcuffs, pulled her coat closer, and adjusted the hem of her dress a little for more modesty (and to keep more heat in). Santos smiled and looked at Hodek and Mendes. "Either of you ladies care for a drink? Something to eat?"

"this .... thing, if she were in Czechoslovakia she would get forced labor for life just for being a communist, I leave you to imagine the rest.

As for food, do you have tea here? I have to relax my nerves, this culprit is particularly hard. "said the inspector who then turned to the prisoner:" as for you, it's better that you confess everything immediately or you won't have a good time, trust me ".

[Iulua]

"You don't seem to. You want to dip my face in acid and practically kill me," Mendoza pointed out, "but I'm not in Czechoslovakia."

"Yet," Mendes taunted. "You did assault Czech officers. What could a commie like this expect if she were to be, just hypothetically, extradited to your country?" she then asked Hodek.

Mendoza blanched and pulled her feet back. Santos sighed. "Adjust the prisoner a little," he said to Mendes. Mendes tightened Mendoza's handcuffs, pulled her coat closer, and adjusted the hem of her dress a little for more modesty (and to keep more heat in). Santos smiled and looked at Hodek and Mendes. "Either of you ladies care for a drink? Something to eat?"

"this .... thing, if she were in Czechoslovakia she would get forced labor for life just for being a communist, I leave you to imagine the rest.

As for food, do you have tea here? I have to relax my nerves, this culprit is particularly hard. "said the inspector who then turned to the prisoner:" as for you, it's better that you confess everything immediately or you won't have a good time, trust me ".

"Thing?!" Mendoza exclaimed. "Thing? You are speaking to an elected representative."

"I can well imagine," Mendes said darkly. "Can you imagine, Maria? It'd be hard work, wouldn't it?"

Mendoza tossed her head angrily. Santos smiled and looked to Hodek. "We do have tea. Any particular blend? And finger sandwiches, maybe?"

Mendes smiled. "I'll have some cucumbers and some lemonade, please."

[Mightful Poland]

if she were in Czechoslovakia she would get forced labor for life just for being a communist, I leave you to imagine the rest.

Well, comrades, I appeal to you. See? Hatred of the reasonable and the beautiful is typical of Czechoslovak savages.

- Head of the Propaganda Ministry of the Polish People's Republic

[Alcona and Hubris]

Standard Diplomatic Transmission:
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To her Most Catholic Majesty, Queen Beatriz of the Kingdom of Ilula.

On behalf of Her Grace and the Protector, the Government of the United Duchies wishes to extend a helping hand in this time of crisis. Several prominent citizens of the United Duchies and the Federated Klatchian Coast have petitioned for the assistance of the Crown and People of Ilula.
On the basis of this request, Lord Bothwell, Chief Minister of the United Duchies, has directed that the Outer Ministry provide both financial aid and technical advice to the nation of Ilula. The Outer Ministry has directed Sir Bartholomew (‘Bertie’) Woodehouse, Royal Envoy to the Pacific and his advisor Major Kathleen Brown to be available to advising the Government of Ilula on ensuring return of peace and prosperity to the people of Ilula. To assist in this effort, the United Duchies International Project Fund has identified 2 Billion Griffins for immediate use in stabilizing Ilula.

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On Behalf of Her Grace, the Regent, and the Grand Chamber of the United Duchies
Susannah Brown, Outer Minister United Duchies

<End Transmission>

[Janpia]

Ministry of International Communications

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The Janpian Union of Revolutionary States condemns the current ruling Luluan Government, and fully recognizes the Republic of Lulua as led by Maria Mendoza. The recent elections has proved that majority of the people supported the socialist movement, and the monarchial government must recognize and accept it.

As such, we will be sending 2,000 peace keeping forces, to ensure that the elections are followed.

As for the arrests of Mendoza, we demand accountability, and to record the interrogation process for all of the people to see. We wished justice to prevail, and to give everyone a fair trial

[Zarnicovia nova]

Official statement of the Zarnicovian Novan Minstery of foreign affairs.

Zarnicovia Nova officially supports the government of Lulua in the crisis and will put sactions on terrorist regions and factions. We will be monitoring the situation incase of devolopement futehr deteriotate the condition of Lulua and terrorist threat world-wide. We fully give the government of Lulua support against terrorists and will allow the federal bank to give 80 million Zarnicovian Novan federal aid loans(0% interest during the time of unstability) to the governemnt of Lulua. We are also officially deploying a battlion of 80 special trained anti-terrorist units to trackdown terrorists and prevent futehr chaos. They will be working with ACI and government forces to bring terrorists to justice and securing stability and justice for Lulua and the wider world.

Official statements from the president or executive branch as awhole have not come but many in the senate are demanding larger 2 year deployments.

[Grande Germania]

"this .... thing, if she were in Czechoslovakia she would get forced labor for life just for being a communist, I leave you to imagine the rest.

As for food, do you have tea here? I have to relax my nerves, this culprit is particularly hard. "said the inspector who then turned to the prisoner:" as for you, it's better that you confess everything immediately or you won't have a good time, trust me ".

"Thing?!" Mendoza exclaimed. "Thing? You are speaking to an elected representative."

"I can well imagine," Mendes said darkly. "Can you imagine, Maria? It'd be hard work, wouldn't it?"

Mendoza tossed her head angrily. Santos smiled and looked to Hodek. "We do have tea. Any particular blend? And finger sandwiches, maybe?"

Mendes smiled. "I'll have some cucumbers and some lemonade, please."

"I have no particular tastes, I let you choose, and yes, I would appreciate the sandwiches.

As for you, prisoner, rest assured that I don't care if the Janpians or the Poles support you, or if you've been elected, I'll get you to talk at the cost of poking out your eyes and sticking a knife in your belly.
Now answer my question, do you have weapons? if so, what kind? "replied the inspector.

[Iulua]

Mendes looked up at the Inspector from where she adjusted the handcuffs. She smiled coldly. The woman needed room to work. The interrogation room was a fairly basic model. It was hardly comfortable though it might have lacked some of what was available in Czechoslovakia. It was a smallish room with a single metal table in the center. On one side of the table was a basic metal chair in which Maria Mendoza now sat. There were two other chairs for police, though all three were currently standing. There was a small mirror to one side. The suspect could be shown herself if the interrogators found it useful. There was no larger mirror on the wall. Everyone who had ever watched television knew that those were often two-way. A discrete camera in the wall accomplished the same purpose more effectively.

Mendoza had her hands cuffed behind her back where she sat in the chair. She was still dressed as she had been at the protest. She was wearing her tan overcoat, short black dress, and fashionable black boots. She was, however, looking a little the worse for wear. She was starting to sweat in the heat. No one had taken her coat. A bead of sweat ran down her forehead. Her dress was clinging. Her boots felt less comfortable by the second. It permeated her skin. She was slumped in the chair. Her arms were draped over the back, the metal arch digging slightly into her underarms. The cuffs were fastened too tight on her wrists, digging into the skin. Not too much. Not enough to do any kind of damage. But it certainly hurt to struggle. She stared up at the Inspector. “No, I don’t have any weapons. I was speaking at a public demonstration. Is it easier for you to live with yourself if you pretend I’m some sort of general?”

Mendes frowned at that answer and looked to the Inspector. She gripped the already overly tight handcuffs Mendoza wore. “How would you like the prisoner positioned?” she asked.

Santos nodded. “Whatever you’d like,” leaving the room to get refreshments for the other officers.

[Grande Germania]

Mendes looked up at the Inspector from where she adjusted the handcuffs. She smiled coldly. The woman needed room to work. The interrogation room was a fairly basic model. It was hardly comfortable though it might have lacked some of what was available in Czechoslovakia. It was a smallish room with a single metal table in the center. On one side of the table was a basic metal chair in which Maria Mendoza now sat. There were two other chairs for police, though all three were currently standing. There was a small mirror to one side. The suspect could be shown herself if the interrogators found it useful. There was no larger mirror on the wall. Everyone who had ever watched television knew that those were often two-way. A discrete camera in the wall accomplished the same purpose more effectively.

Mendoza had her hands cuffed behind her back where she sat in the chair. She was still dressed as she had been at the protest. She was wearing her tan overcoat, short black dress, and fashionable black boots. She was, however, looking a little the worse for wear. She was starting to sweat in the heat. No one had taken her coat. A bead of sweat ran down her forehead. Her dress was clinging. Her boots felt less comfortable by the second. It permeated her skin. She was slumped in the chair. Her arms were draped over the back, the metal arch digging slightly into her underarms. The cuffs were fastened too tight on her wrists, digging into the skin. Not too much. Not enough to do any kind of damage. But it certainly hurt to struggle. She stared up at the Inspector. “No, I don’t have any weapons. I was speaking at a public demonstration. Is it easier for you to live with yourself if you pretend I’m some sort of general?”

Mendes frowned at that answer and looked to the Inspector. She gripped the already overly tight handcuffs Mendoza wore. “How would you like the prisoner positioned?” she asked.

Santos nodded. “Whatever you’d like,” leaving the room to get refreshments for the other officers.

"I was talking about the demonstrators, they have some weapons? ah, make our prisoner get a little more comfortable, because what happens to her soon will not be at all .." the inspector said, smiling sadistically.

[Erloane]

Official statement from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs

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In order to help the legitimate government of Iulua against the socialists, the Republic of Erloane sent 60 million Eurodollars to the government. We stand with our ACI allies and if requested we will help against the socialists.

Signed,

James Mercurius, Senate President
Marcel Kados, Minister of Foreign Affairs

[Iulua]

Mendes looked up at the Inspector from where she adjusted the handcuffs. She smiled coldly. The woman needed room to work. The interrogation room was a fairly basic model. It was hardly comfortable though it might have lacked some of what was available in Czechoslovakia. It was a smallish room with a single metal table in the center. On one side of the table was a basic metal chair in which Maria Mendoza now sat. There were two other chairs for police, though all three were currently standing. There was a small mirror to one side. The suspect could be shown herself if the interrogators found it useful. There was no larger mirror on the wall. Everyone who had ever watched television knew that those were often two-way. A discrete camera in the wall accomplished the same purpose more effectively.

Mendoza had her hands cuffed behind her back where she sat in the chair. She was still dressed as she had been at the protest. She was wearing her tan overcoat, short black dress, and fashionable black boots. She was, however, looking a little the worse for wear. She was starting to sweat in the heat. No one had taken her coat. A bead of sweat ran down her forehead. Her dress was clinging. Her boots felt less comfortable by the second. It permeated her skin. She was slumped in the chair. Her arms were draped over the back, the metal arch digging slightly into her underarms. The cuffs were fastened too tight on her wrists, digging into the skin. Not too much. Not enough to do any kind of damage. But it certainly hurt to struggle. She stared up at the Inspector. “No, I don’t have any weapons. I was speaking at a public demonstration. Is it easier for you to live with yourself if you pretend I’m some sort of general?”

Mendes frowned at that answer and looked to the Inspector. She gripped the already overly tight handcuffs Mendoza wore. “How would you like the prisoner positioned?” she asked.

Santos nodded. “Whatever you’d like,” leaving the room to get refreshments for the other officers.

"I was talking about the demonstrators, they have some weapons? ah, make our prisoner get a little more comfortable, because what happens to her soon will not be at all .." the inspector said, smiling sadistically.

"I wasn't involved in helping anyone else get weapons," Mendoza insisted.

Mendes looked at the Inspector like she didn't quite understand where this was going. "Cuffs off?" she asked.

[Grande Germania]

"I was talking about the demonstrators, they have some weapons? ah, make our prisoner get a little more comfortable, because what happens to her soon will not be at all .." the inspector said, smiling sadistically.

"I wasn't involved in helping anyone else get weapons," Mendoza insisted.

Mendes looked at the Inspector like she didn't quite understand where this was going. "Cuffs off?" she asked.

"here he comes" sigh the Inspector as a Czechoslovak agent knocked on the door of the room. "She brought a little thing that will make our socialist friend spit everything out, she is going to make her suffer enormously without leaving any sign." she said after her.

[Iulua]

"I wasn't involved in helping anyone else get weapons," Mendoza insisted.

Mendes looked at the Inspector like she didn't quite understand where this was going. "Cuffs off?" she asked.

"here he comes" sigh the Inspector as a Czechoslovak agent knocked on the door of the room. "She brought a little thing that will make our socialist friend spit everything out, she is going to make her suffer enormously without leaving any sign." she said after her.

Mendes frowned a little. She wasn't quite sure how far this was going to go. "So how do you want the prisoner? Specifically?" she asked even as she opened the door for the new Czech officer.

[Grande Germania]

"here he comes" sigh the Inspector as a Czechoslovak agent knocked on the door of the room. "She brought a little thing that will make our socialist friend spit everything out, she is going to make her suffer enormously without leaving any sign." she said after her.

Mendes frowned a little. She wasn't quite sure how far this was going to go. "So how do you want the prisoner? Specifically?" she asked even as she opened the door for the new Czech officer.

"Just pull up his sleeve, the poison must be injected." shortly thereafter the officer handed a bag to the Inspector, who, when opened, was found to contain two syringes, one covered with a green film and one covered with a white film.

"the green one contains the poison, which will make our prisoner suffer a lot, but she will not kill her and will not leave any marks, the other contains the antidote, which will only be innate to him if he answers our questions" I explain the hypectress.

[Iulua]

Mendes frowned a little. She wasn't quite sure how far this was going to go. "So how do you want the prisoner? Specifically?" she asked even as she opened the door for the new Czech officer.

"Just pull up his sleeve, the poison must be injected." shortly thereafter the officer handed a bag to the Inspector, who, when opened, was found to contain two syringes, one covered with a green film and one covered with a white film.

"the green one contains the poison, which will make our prisoner suffer a lot, but she will not kill her and will not leave any marks, the other contains the antidote, which will only be innate to him if he answers our questions" I explain the hypectress.

"Her sleeve," Mendoza said sullenly as she stared at the syringe. "You can't do this kind of thing in Iulua. I thought the big scary....I..." Her eyes were wise as she stared at the syringes. "You're insane!" Her heart was pounding as she was panicking.

Mendes looked at the door. She wished Santos were here. Getting the food was a much more common sort of interrogation ploy. She didn't understand all the diplomatic implications of working with the Czechs or even what her own superiors wanted. Things seemed to happen very fast with them. She pulled up Maria Mendoza's expensive coat, patting the slightly fatty flesh of her upper arm. She looked to the newly arrived Czech. "Do you have something to wipe the arm with for the injection?"

[Grande Germania]

"Just pull up his sleeve, the poison must be injected." shortly thereafter the officer handed a bag to the Inspector, who, when opened, was found to contain two syringes, one covered with a green film and one covered with a white film.

"the green one contains the poison, which will make our prisoner suffer a lot, but she will not kill her and will not leave any marks, the other contains the antidote, which will only be innate to him if he answers our questions" I explain the hypectress.

"Her sleeve," Mendoza said sullenly as she stared at the syringe. "You can't do this kind of thing in Iulua. I thought the big scary....I..." Her eyes were wise as she stared at the syringes. "You're insane!" Her heart was pounding as she was panicking.

Mendes looked at the door. She wished Santos were here. Getting the food was a much more common sort of interrogation ploy. She didn't understand all the diplomatic implications of working with the Czechs or even what her own superiors wanted. Things seemed to happen very fast with them. She pulled up Maria Mendoza's expensive coat, patting the slightly fatty flesh of her upper arm. She looked to the newly arrived Czech. "Do you have something to wipe the arm with for the injection?"

"I have a handkerchief, that should be enough, the injection won't hurt, what comes next will." the agent said apathetically before injecting the poison into Maria Madoza's arm. "Gentlemen, I've done my duty, here's the antidote," she said, handing the white syringe to the Inspector before hurrying off.
"Well here's my question, Where are your rioters hiding their guns? I know you have them."

[Iulua]

"I have a handkerchief, that should be enough, the injection won't hurt, what comes next will." the agent said apathetically before injecting the poison into Maria Madoza's arm. "Gentlemen, I've done my duty, here's the antidote," she said, handing the white syringe to the Inspector before hurrying off.

"Well here's my question, Where are your rioters hiding their guns? I know you have them."

Mendoza was staring at the door. She actually found herself hoping the other cop came back. This was getting out of control.She had thought they were threatening her with extradition, giving her some idea of how the Czechs did things. It seemed this was really happening here, now. The needle pierced her skin. The Inspector announced she had a handkerchief but didn’t use it. It didn’t seem sanitary at all. She screamed as it felt like fire in her blood. “I’m not involved in running some underground paramilitary! I don’t know anything about any weapons!”

[Grande Germania]

"I have a handkerchief, that should be enough, the injection won't hurt, what comes next will." the agent said apathetically before injecting the poison into Maria Madoza's arm. "Gentlemen, I've done my duty, here's the antidote," she said, handing the white syringe to the Inspector before hurrying off.

"Well here's my question, Where are your rioters hiding their guns? I know you have them."

Mendoza was staring at the door. She actually found herself hoping the other cop came back. This was getting out of control.She had thought they were threatening her with extradition, giving her some idea of how the Czechs did things. It seemed this was really happening here, now. The needle pierced her skin. The Inspector announced she had a handkerchief but didn’t use it. It didn’t seem sanitary at all. She screamed as it felt like fire in her blood. “I’m not involved in running some underground paramilitary! I don’t know anything about any weapons!”

"Are you sure? I would not ask for more doses of this poison ..." said the Inspector, who was now almost laughing at the pain of the prisoner.

"It's a pity that here I don't have the tools I have in Prague, maybe I could ask for your extradition ..." the Provincial always said.

[Iulua]

Mendoza was staring at the door. She actually found herself hoping the other cop came back. This was getting out of control.She had thought they were threatening her with extradition, giving her some idea of how the Czechs did things. It seemed this was really happening here, now. The needle pierced her skin. The Inspector announced she had a handkerchief but didn’t use it. It didn’t seem sanitary at all. She screamed as it felt like fire in her blood. “I’m not involved in running some underground paramilitary! I don’t know anything about any weapons!”

"Are you sure? I would not ask for more doses of this poison ..." said the Inspector, who was now almost laughing at the pain of the prisoner.

"It's a pity that here I don't have the tools I have in Prague, maybe I could ask for your extradition ..." the Provincial always said.

"I'm sure! I swear! Please, Jesus, I'll say anything!" she screamed.

"You're invoking Jesus now with all those attacks on the Church?" Mendes asked angrily, a bit of her harsher edge returning.

It was just then that Santos returned with the snacks. He gave the Inspector her tea and Mendes her water and cucumbers. Then he looked to Mendoza. "Let's start with a simpler exercise. Do you know Juan Bellolio and did you incite him to lawlessly attack a priest?"

"Yes! Anything!" Mendoza screamed.

"How about Jaime Rubilar?" he asked.

"Yes!" she wailed.

Santos continued down a list of names of those arrested tonight. Then he made a motion for the camera to be turned off the prisoner wouldn't have understood. "Lucas Moreno?"

"Yes! Yes!" she screamed. "He couldn't get enough!"

Santos smiled to himself. "Alright." He looked to the Inspector. "Anything else? I don't think she ever answered you about being deficient or many of her co-conspirators?"

[Grande Germania]

"Are you sure? I would not ask for more doses of this poison ..." said the Inspector, who was now almost laughing at the pain of the prisoner.

"It's a pity that here I don't have the tools I have in Prague, maybe I could ask for your extradition ..." the Provincial always said.

"I'm sure! I swear! Please, Jesus, I'll say anything!" she screamed.

"You're invoking Jesus now with all those attacks on the Church?" Mendes asked angrily, a bit of her harsher edge returning.

It was just then that Santos returned with the snacks. He gave the Inspector her tea and Mendes her water and cucumbers. Then he looked to Mendoza. "Let's start with a simpler exercise. Do you know Juan Bellolio and did you incite him to lawlessly attack a priest?"

"Yes! Anything!" Mendoza screamed.

"How about Jaime Rubilar?" he asked.

"Yes!" she wailed.

Santos continued down a list of names of those arrested tonight. Then he made a motion for the camera to be turned off the prisoner wouldn't have understood. "Lucas Moreno?"

"Yes! Yes!" she screamed. "He couldn't get enough!"

Santos smiled to himself. "Alright." He looked to the Inspector. "Anything else? I don't think she ever answered you about being deficient or many of her co-conspirators?"

"I want the names of the other leaders of the revolt, I asked for more poison" said the inspector in a threatening tone. "Who are they, where do they come from and must they be?"

[Iulua]

"I'm sure! I swear! Please, Jesus, I'll say anything!" she screamed.

"You're invoking Jesus now with all those attacks on the Church?" Mendes asked angrily, a bit of her harsher edge returning.

It was just then that Santos returned with the snacks. He gave the Inspector her tea and Mendes her water and cucumbers. Then he looked to Mendoza. "Let's start with a simpler exercise. Do you know Juan Bellolio and did you incite him to lawlessly attack a priest?"

"Yes! Anything!" Mendoza screamed.

"How about Jaime Rubilar?" he asked.

"Yes!" she wailed.

Santos continued down a list of names of those arrested tonight. Then he made a motion for the camera to be turned off the prisoner wouldn't have understood. "Lucas Moreno?"

"Yes! Yes!" she screamed. "He couldn't get enough!"

Santos smiled to himself. "Alright." He looked to the Inspector. "Anything else? I don't think she ever answered you about being deficient or many of her co-conspirators?"

"I want the names of the other leaders of the revolt, I asked for more poison," the inspector said in a threatening tone.

Mendoza shouted a list of names. Mendes was grinning but Santos looked impatient and annoyed. "Ok. Fine," he said. "Now you know and we know you snitched on your comrades. Don't forget that." He looked to Mendes and Hodek. "Let's all take a break. Go ahead and give her the antidote. We can take our snacks in the other room."

[Grande Germania]

"I want the names of the other leaders of the revolt, I asked for more poison," the inspector said in a threatening tone.

Mendoza shouted a list of names. Mendes was grinning but Santos looked impatient and annoyed. "Ok. Fine," he said. "Now you know and we know you snitched on your comrades. Don't forget that." He looked to Mendes and Hodek. "Let's all take a break. Go ahead and give her the antidote. We can take our snacks in the other room."

The inspector nodded and injected Maria Madoza with the antidote and went to get some food. After returning to the interrogation room, the inspector sipped her tea and looked at Maria Medoza, satisfied for having made her confess.

[Iulua]

The inspector nodded and injected Maria Madoza with the antidote and went to get some food. After returning to the interrogation room, the inspector sipped her tea and looked at Maria Medoza, satisfied for having made her confess.

Before the return to the interrogation room, Santos sipped a glass of water. "I didn't know you were going to do something like that," he said. "I suggested refreshments as an interrogation technique, not because I wanted them." He wondered if the Czechoslovakian was so use to "enhanced" interrogation that she wasn't used to the more routine sort. "I think she was just telling us anything to make the pain stop. There's no such person as Lucas Moreno and I didn't learn anything I didn't already know. I don't know if there is much to know. These were riots, not military strikes. I've seen and heard nothing that indicates any kind of centrally coordinated paramilitary activity, even though both friend and foe seem to assume it for some reason." He shrugged. "Extradition was also just an interrogation tactic. Do you really care if she's deficient in other ways?"

"She deserved that, anyway," Mendes said. "No respect at all."

Santos shrugged. "I don't disagree, but no one can know this ever happened."

[Grande Germania]

The inspector nodded and injected Maria Madoza with the antidote and went to get some food. After returning to the interrogation room, the inspector sipped her tea and looked at Maria Medoza, satisfied for having made her confess.

Before the return to the interrogation room, Santos sipped a glass of water. "I didn't know you were going to do something like that," he said. "I suggested refreshments as an interrogation technique, not because I wanted them." He wondered if the Czechoslovakian was so use to "enhanced" interrogation that she wasn't used to the more routine sort. "I think she was just telling us anything to make the pain stop. There's no such person as Lucas Moreno and I didn't learn anything I didn't already know. I don't know if there is much to know. These were riots, not military strikes. I've seen and heard nothing that indicates any kind of centrally coordinated paramilitary activity, even though both friend and foe seem to assume it for some reason." He shrugged. "Extradition was also just an interrogation tactic. Do you really care if she's deficient in other ways?"

"She deserved that, anyway," Mendes said. "No respect at all."

Santos shrugged. "I don't disagree, but no one can know this ever happened."

"Nah, I don't care, do what you want with it, that was just a facade, not the real Leader of the riots, she doesn't know anything, I would recommend killing her and throwing her body away." The inspector said as if it were normal.