Once Doug was taken from the Illumene Police station by the CPF, things for the man would only serve to get darker as he was fitted with a much stronger Anti-Magic collar.
The CPF Threw a dark fabric sack over his head before transporting him in a specialized Armored Car, this Armored car would be escorted by a pair of Lynx IFVs, with Aerial oversight done by a squad of Apollo fighters, and the Military Fleet in orbit.
The drive was fairly short, given the central location of all the Government buildings. The Black sack remained firmly fitted to Weskit's collar, his hands bound behind his back to a chain link belt around his waist, which was fitted to chains that ran down his legs and were attatched to shackles around his ankles, with chain running back up to his collar. Needless to say there was no sparing in the Security department for Doug's transport, and he would find it difficult to move, let alone mount an escape or use any of his magical abilities thanks to the firm Magical inhibition of the collar.
Still bound and shackled, Doug would be led, with the sack still over his head to a room that was devoid of any furniture, a thick reinforced poly-carbonate door that was further augmented by a hard light shield opened with an audible hiss. A kanvium cable was attatched to the collar, through the wrist restraints, and the ankle restraints, and attached to a metal loop that was bolted to the floor in the center of the room.
Four Marines, all of them armed with Disruptor rifles modified to emit an Anti-Magic pulse stood back with their weapons drawn as an LDA Agent moved to withdraw the hood from over Doug's face, allowing him to take in his surroundings, most notably the man in the blue jacket standing behind the group of soldiers as they slowly backed out, and more than likely the Psion from earlier was also there.
The man gave a wicked grin as he read over a piece of paper in front of him, and then he cast it aside.
"Admiral Doug Weskit." The man said with a grin as he paced around Doug, just out of the man's reach.
"My my... just what
is the Council up too these days?" The man asked yet again, as the cell door opened up behind him, another LDA Agent wheeling in a double decked aluminum cart with two bright yellow briefcases sitting atop each tier.
"You took an awful big risk coming here..." The man said, as the LDA Agent nodded and turned to leave, the door closing behind him.
"It obviously didn't pay off as well as you had thought, now has it?" Prince said as he moved to snap open one of the briefcases.
"Let's start simple." He said, opening the case up, revealing a rather large and diverse assortment of torture implements, Prince looked them over, as if he was a customer making a selection. Needless to say, the sheer diversity and number of tools was enough to make any surgeon jealous, or perhaps make someone cringe
"Why are you here?"