Interrogation Room

She rested one hand against the doorframe as she stepped inside, blinking at the suite where she would be saying. At the very least, the lighting would be conducive to her sensory needs, Natalie assessed, stepping inside. With little visible change in her facial expression, Natalie looked about, memorizing the space as she took in the furnishings, the pressure on the pen slowly increasing and decreasing at steady intervals.

Several moments after Rapp spoke, Natalie nodded, sitting down on one of the couches, the pen still in her hand. The couch's fabric, she found, was soft, the texture of interest. She rubbed her free hand against it.

"May I contact my team and my superiors, to inform them I will be unavaible for an unspecified length of time?" she finally asked, struggling to make the question rise and fall in the typical manner. "And may I have my weapon returned? My duties necessitate it. Also, exactly how long do you expect I will remain? Where exactly is Ali? And why am I here?" The questions came rapidfire, with hardly any pause between them, the change in inflection almost negligible.

Rapp was fascinated by Natalie and the way she operated but sometimes she could be incredibly annoying. He took a seat across from her and smiled.

“Firstly, your superiors and team have been informed you will be unavailable for a length of time. Your weapon, of course,” He tossed her the key to the case and pointed to the case where he had left it by the door. “You are to remain here for a six days after which you will be allowed a day to return home, and then you will be brought back. This is to facilitate getting as much information from the prisoner as quickly as possibly.”

He paused for a moment, looking in her eyes. There was an intensity in his own gaze that easily matched hers. “You are here to pick that piece of terrorist scum’s brain clean so I can hunt down and personally kill every last single terrorist loving piece of shit she knows. If you don’t succeed by being the genius we all know you are, then I will do it my way, and she wont survive that for more then a few days.” The words were no boast they were said so simply that it laid bare the utter hatred her felt for Ali.

Natalie caught the key, turning it over in her hand, watching the way the light glinted on the metal with a sort of fascination. Several moments of silence passed, an uncomfortable break in the conversation, before she responded. "You do realize that Tahira Ali turned herself in at the Kabul embassy, and that she has been extremely - albeit unprecedentedly - cooperative in the past few days."

Tilting her head to the side, Natalie stared at Rapp's face, miming eye contact to the best of her ability without actually making it. It was a trick she'd learned years back, to look at someone's nose in lieu of meeting their eyes. Her own vivid green eyes were alight with the unabated energy that seemed to leak from her rigid posture and articulate speech.

"Are you informing me that after six days, I will only be home for one day, and then will return to this facility here?" Natalie asked, leaning slightly forward as she spoke, forgetting to add the proper inflection on the question this time.

“I am aware of that and yes, you have just been informed of that very fact. If you must know, you weren’t going to get a break at all but I argued it might be good for you. I have done a number of interrogations before and the break is nice.” He paused, as if wording his next sentence. “And I don’t give a damn if she turned herself in. That means I don’t trust her. When the bodies of her buddies start piling up, I’ll believe she isn’t just in it to try and throw us off of something else.”

"Of course, every avenue of possibility must be explored," Natalie agreed, nodding. "Trust is exceedingly difficult. Rapport is never to be equated with trust, as the former denotes merely a candidness, whereas the latter implies an act of faith, which is impossible to objectively measure and detect." She tapped her pen twice against her leg, leaning back into the couch. "What I don't comprehend, however, is why such pains were taken to remove both the subject and myself from our previous locations, without so much as a hint regarding this... change." This last word was spoken with the faintest hint of disdain.

“I assume you are well aware of the reporter who was allowed to visit the prisoner. That cannot and will not happen again. The information she may have, as you well know, is priceless to the security of this nation. Anything we can do to have it removed swiftly and effectively without interruption is ideal.”

"I was only made aware earlier this morning," Natalie answered, "however, I would have dealt with the situation myself had my authority not been superceded by virtually everyone evidently superior to myself." The FBI agent paused, her gaze sliding to the side, mentally measuring the big screen TV in the living room. "What is your name, or an alias by which I may address you?" she asked, appending almost immediately afterward, "When shall I begin, and how much control over the interrogation shall I have?"

Rapp grinned. “Agent 007, or 007, will do. You will have unlimited access to the prisoner and you may start at once if you wish. Anything you need will be provided, you simply need to request it from myself or M.”

Slowly, Natalie returned Rapp's smile, although hers suggested more of a mechanical response than either a pretentious or genuine one. "I will need about half an hour to compose myself before I commence anything," she said, standing. "Everything I need is in here." She pointed to her head. "And there." With the key, she gestured to the case, where she had not yet retrieved her Glock. "Being alone is preferred, as it allows me to best prepare myself."

“Whatever you need Doc.” Laughed Rapp as he stood. “When your ready you may call for one of us using the phone.” He gestured at the phone that was mounted on the wall next to the entry door. It had no buttons. “Just pick it up and it will ring. Request an escort to see the prisoner and you will be taken up there.” He moved to the door before offering her a sarcastic bow. “Until next time.” Then he was gone.