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Tahira Ali
An international fugitive associated with the terrorist group Hataf, she is on the FBI 10 Most Wanted. The reward for her capture is $25 million. Her case has been highly publicized, and "Tahira Ali" is a household name.
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Interrogation Room
a character in “When the Lion Wakes”, as played by Ylanne
So begins...
Tahira Ali's Story
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It seemed cold in the interrogation room. Moses had taken her here an hour ago, and left her, sitting on a plastic chair in a nearly empty room, her manacled hands resting in her lap, her gaze staring blankly at her reflection in the mirror on the wall, unsure what to make of her own image. Tahira Ali seemed almost Lilliputian here, though there was little space in the room to begin with. The walls dwarfed her. The shadows from the light fixture played with her features, and when she shifted her weight ever so subtly, the shadows too moved.
Ali did not speak. Words were thunderous, easily fatal, and she did not wish to disturb the tranquility of silence. Silence has a beauty all its own, untainted by suffering and pain that words too easily convey, too easily shatter hope and dreams with. Ali reflected then, that she was alone, completely isolated from anyone, and she thought, not without some hint of sorrow, that she had never felt as alone in all her days as she did right now. ”
Ali did not speak. Words were thunderous, easily fatal, and she did not wish to disturb the tranquility of silence. Silence has a beauty all its own, untainted by suffering and pain that words too easily convey, too easily shatter hope and dreams with. Ali reflected then, that she was alone, completely isolated from anyone, and she thought, not without some hint of sorrow, that she had never felt as alone in all her days as she did right now. ”
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It seemed cold in the interrogation room. Moses had taken her here an hour ago, and left her, sitting on a plastic chair in a nearly empty room, her manacled hands resting in her lap, her gaze staring blankly at her reflection in the mirror on the wall, unsure what to make of her own image. Tahira Ali seemed almost Lilliputian here, though there was little space in the room to begin with. The walls dwarfed her. The shadows from the light fixture played with her features, and when she shifted her weight ever so subtly, the shadows too moved.
Ali did not speak. Words were thunderous, easily fatal, and she did not wish to disturb the tranquility of silence. Silence has a beauty all its own, untainted by suffering and pain that words too easily convey, too easily shatter hope and dreams with. Ali reflected then, that she was alone, completely isolated from anyone, and she thought, not without some hint of sorrow, that she had never felt as alone in all her days as she did right now. ”
Ali did not speak. Words were thunderous, easily fatal, and she did not wish to disturb the tranquility of silence. Silence has a beauty all its own, untainted by suffering and pain that words too easily convey, too easily shatter hope and dreams with. Ali reflected then, that she was alone, completely isolated from anyone, and she thought, not without some hint of sorrow, that she had never felt as alone in all her days as she did right now. ”
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Natalie was driving exactly sixty on the interstate, not bothering to speed the way most of the other drivers here were. She considered it, briefly, considered pulling one or two of them over to give them a good verbal assault on their reckless and illegal driving habits, but she continued, her watch telling her she was another hour or so away from Lee, her mouth turning to a small frown.
In the prison, Tahira Ali was still alone, left unmolested and without company in the interrogation room, wondering who was coming to speak to her, and how soon it would be. It had been another half hour or so, and she was almost beginning to worry, the old anxiety coming back. She wondered again, for the thousandth time, why she was doing this. Was it a ludicrous idea after all? No. Ali steeled herself. It had to be done. It had to be. ”
In the prison, Tahira Ali was still alone, left unmolested and without company in the interrogation room, wondering who was coming to speak to her, and how soon it would be. It had been another half hour or so, and she was almost beginning to worry, the old anxiety coming back. She wondered again, for the thousandth time, why she was doing this. Was it a ludicrous idea after all? No. Ali steeled herself. It had to be done. It had to be. ”
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Natalie Schultz parked exactly parallel in the lines, and then climbed out of her car, blinking in the sudden brightness of the sun, the pen in her right hand twirling lazily as eyes rolled upward, noticing the two military men. She began to walk toward the entrance to the prison, not bothering to greet the two, or ask their business, or even look at them as she stared fixedly ahead at the door.
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As soon as the military man was within arm's length of Natalie, she frowned and began to walk slightly hunched forward, almost bouncing on her toes as she moved, though she followed him toward the interrogation rooms, standing behind the man just out of arm's length, her gaze almost unfocused, almost not understanding his words, though the number, that she recognized, and looked up, a movement of just her head, eyes raking the man but not resting anywhere near his. "That's why I'm here too," she said, too loudly, and after an extra moment, produced her credentials and held them out in her left hand, right hand busy increasing the pressure on her pen.
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Natalie began to rock back and forth, small movements, hardly noticeable but for someone trained in analyzing behavior. "I need to conduct a preliminary interview," she said, without inflection in her voice, still speaking too loudly, still not making eye contact.
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The rocking turned into larger, more obvious movements, the pressure on the pen increasing even more as Natalie stared without blinking at the man's chin, several moments delay before she spoke again. "I need to conduct a preliminary interview; I need to conduct a preliminary interview," she repeated, in the same tone before she took another pause, and then spoke again, having heard and processed the man's words to her. "I - I - I was told to come today, now, now, but you may go; I am adapting to a sudden change."
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Natalie remained outside the door for several moments, before abruptly turning back down the hallway, walking toward the lobby where she took a seat, closing her eyes as she rocked slowly back and forth, increasing and decreasing the pressure on her pen at steady intervals.
Inside, Ali looked up when the door opened, eyes narrowing slightly at the sudden sound. She watched the man who entered, wondering why he had ordered the shackles removed, but letting her hands rest on her lap again once the chains were gone, her vacant gaze sliding over to the interrogator, who wore a military uniform, though she did not meet his eyes, nodding at his name. "My name is Tahira," she said, her voice soft, almost inaudible. "It is nice to meet you." At once her accented English stood out, the greeting almost rote. ”
Inside, Ali looked up when the door opened, eyes narrowing slightly at the sudden sound. She watched the man who entered, wondering why he had ordered the shackles removed, but letting her hands rest on her lap again once the chains were gone, her vacant gaze sliding over to the interrogator, who wore a military uniform, though she did not meet his eyes, nodding at his name. "My name is Tahira," she said, her voice soft, almost inaudible. "It is nice to meet you." At once her accented English stood out, the greeting almost rote. ”
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"I cannot let this happen, what they want," Ali said, her gaze resting on some spot just beyond Nathan's shoulder.
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"Hataf. Their leaders."
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"Hataf is, it is subordinate to no one," Ali said slowly, mispronouncing the word 'subordinate'. "Their leaders believe they follow only God."
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"Al Ulema, is one," Ali said, with a slight inclination of her head.
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"International Association of Students of Divine Justice," Ali answered, each word pronounced carefully, to get it correct.
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Ali's eyes followed Nathan's movements, watching as he began to write, her frown deepening. "Al Da'wa al Nur," she responded, "which means Call to the Light."
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"Abuddin," Ali said, this name spoken as she looked away, blinking at the wall opposite her.
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"That is all," Ali shook her head, looking back at Nathan, while noticeable avoiding eye contact. "There are no others."
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Ali dropped her eyes immediately, looking at the ground. "It is - it is a way to show respect," she murmured, flushing as she spoke. The behavior was cultural and reinforced throughout her life, to the point where she was hardly conscious of it, until, of course, Nathan had pointed it out.
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"International Body of Apocalyptic Scholars," Ali said, butchering the pronunciation of the word 'apocalyptic'.
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"Yes, that is so," Ali nodded.
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"The Pan-American Society of Islamic Thinkers."
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