"I'll try to restrain my self sir." Yossar replied, taking his kit and walking into the opposite barracks. It was dark, save for one light trained right above the prisoner. Ah yes, the classic interrogation set up, how perfect.
He made no effort to acknowledge the suspect. He walked over to a table and chair and dragged it over to where he would be working. Making no effort to mitigate the horrible screeching sound it made. Interrogation is two parts showman-ship to one part pain, it's fear that will get the truth, pain will get you the first lie. Yossar recalled, remembering the words of his old captain "Half-jaw" (so named because he had lost a mandible in combat). Half-jaw had always been a master of interrogation, he could get a prisoner to spill his guts before he even touched him with the first tool. Yossar had always lacked that ability, perhaps if he was more horrible disfigured he would have it, never the less he had always been a competent interrogater.
With the table in place he began putting down his tools, patiently, he must not let this man think time is on his side, haste makes waste. He admired each one in the light, deciding an appropriate task for it, for every job there is a proper tool. He decided he would favor the knife this time, it was a medium sized cleaver, good for slicing and chopping, simple but versatile, the simplest solutions are always best. Satisfied he turned his attention to the prisoner, reaching over and untying the band that held him gagged.
"Sorry for keeping you so long, I imagine you're a very busy man, so we'll cut to the chase. I need to know the location of the 4-6's main head-quarter, if you could be kind enough to indulge with that information you can go scott-free, if you don't" Yossar then gave a long side-ways look at the equipement, " Let's just say that enough lies and refusals shall end with your death. So can you tell me?" He asked in a calm proffesional manner.
