Setting
The typical interrogation room is a sparsely furnished room, with harsh fluorescent lighting, sometimes protected by a wire cage. Inside there is a metal table and some chairs, anywhere between two and four straight-backed chairs, for the interrogator, subject, and a possible second interrogator or observer and attorney. There is a one-way mirror against one wall.
The walls are undecorated and painted a bland color; the floor's tiles have a monotonous pattern, or the rug a generic pattern. There are no lighting or ventilation controls in sight. The subject is seated with his or her back to the door, which is locked from the outside. Regardless of whether the subject is informed, he or she will be video and audio recorded from a remote location, the recording equipment hidden.
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.
“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.
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.