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The walls seemed to almost expand and contract from her presence. Something hung in the air making it thick a certain pressure distorting the room as Kalessi walked to Mik whose hands were still magnetized above his head .“I would like to correct you on something, Mik Dozer,” she said his named distinctively in a low dry tone. “I received this position by decimating my adversaries training every day since my powers first appeared. Yes, my family connection did help, but I never have and will never,” Kalessi starts to yell strands of her blonde hair hover in the air she’s floating on the tips of her metal boots that are scraping the floor making an eerie sound like nails on a chalk board, “kiss anyone’s ass.”
She comes to a halt inches from the Anex’s face but not close enough to be in danger. Kaleesi glims at the prisoner tracing her fingers over his perched lips before they touch her own briefly it’s soft despite his appearance. A sweet surprise he smells like a strong scent of musk from running than locked inside the facility. His body is rippled with muscles from years of combat skin rugged like a corroded metal. Kalessi could almost smile being this close to another person she basks in it. Then reality sets in. He is her prisoner; he is from Sector Three unworthy of the heir to the Dracon manoeuvre support company. Most importantly is he a criminal Anex and she is second-in –command of this military a position that she holds to higher standards than useless emotions. Impulsively she bit down on his lip hard drawing a little blood that she licked. Kalessi could taste the iron in his blood.
“I had to learn what real pain was as you shall today.” Someone calls her scouter making the room immediately denser as she prepares herself for the new. She answers the call. “What is it this time?”
“Metallica a road was destroyed there was an explosion we cannot get the food across. We need backup, Sir.” The pressure in the room stops when a camera in the far top corner near the secret entrance breaks sparks fly out of it covering the floor. If anyone stepped in the room now they would be shocked. Kalessi magnetizes the camera ripping it out of the wall. The unblemished she simply crushes the camera into three metal orbs she twirls between her fingers to soothe herself.

Now she is back to how she should be she barks order at the men on the other side of the mic. “Call Sector Three barracks and tell them to mobilize their forces. I want the aerial team given clearance for flight. Dusk, Dawn you’re with me. Something caused that explosion and I want to know why and who NOW!” She cuts the mic and faces Mik. “I won’t get to try skinning would be nice with the nanities you’re using to heal that wound on your head. To see how fast they respond without skin, how long would it take to heal, another time perhaps?”
She walks out the room using the sealed off door with Dusk following behind, as the vents close the heats turns on and both interrogation rooms go pitch black and into complete lock down. Kalessi pokes her head out saying. “Any time you fall asleep or struggle too much we’ll give you an unpleasant surprise.” The door closes with a loud bang and she leaves both prisoners in solitude for the night.