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Who: Cougar and Vulpes Inculta
What: Capture and interrogation.
Where: Business District, Avasta Station.
When: Backdated to 6/09
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Getting misidentified really sucks.
He should have been more careful. He should have been more aware. His focus had been on the street, keeping an eye on the situation and doing what he could to put a spanner in the works, his cell phone nearby for easy access to the network and any new messages from Jensen as well. Lone work wasn't something he was used to anymore, and he should have conversed with those of his district, somehow - but it'd been made clear that the network was being watched, and Cougar was nowhere near the technical proficiency needed to make a post inaccessible to the people he didn't want to see it. He didn't want to risk others as much as he didn't want to risk himself. So he'd kept working alone, moving from building to building, spying from on high and sniping or otherwise disrupting the efforts of the troops in the streets below.
He hadn't heard the soldiers sneaking up on him until someone spoke. Until he'd turned his head and seen a squad and their leader behind him, pointing several guns at him, and couldn't keep the scowl off his face. Outnumbered and outgunned was not a place Cougar found himself in often, but it never got more pleasant to experience. With no one at his back and a very clear idea of what these people were capable of and willing to do, he'd reluctantly surrendered.
The overhaul to the station, a place Cougar had been in not long ago, was dramatic. Seeing the soldiers coming and going, weapons in hand and rigid training in their postures, was almost unnerving. At contrast with what should have been a civilian location. Being thrown into what seemed to be an office, stuck sitting in a chair for hours wasn't comfortable, and neither were the restraints around his wrists. He kept silent, staring and waiting for what came next, glaring death whenever one of his guards happened to chance a look at him. There had to be a reason he was kept alive. He'd seen the display on the network, witnessed the crosses himself. Perhaps they'd just wring whatever was useful from him before they strung him up as well. The thought of it, of dying slowly in such a way, wasn't a pleasant one in the least. He had to get free, one way or another.
He had the route they'd taken mapped out in his head, though finding a different exit than the front would be preferable, for how fortified it was. Either way, what he needed was the opportunity to escape. All he could do was sit and wait for it to show.
What: Capture and interrogation.
Where: Business District, Avasta Station.
When: Backdated to 6/09
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Getting misidentified really sucks.
He should have been more careful. He should have been more aware. His focus had been on the street, keeping an eye on the situation and doing what he could to put a spanner in the works, his cell phone nearby for easy access to the network and any new messages from Jensen as well. Lone work wasn't something he was used to anymore, and he should have conversed with those of his district, somehow - but it'd been made clear that the network was being watched, and Cougar was nowhere near the technical proficiency needed to make a post inaccessible to the people he didn't want to see it. He didn't want to risk others as much as he didn't want to risk himself. So he'd kept working alone, moving from building to building, spying from on high and sniping or otherwise disrupting the efforts of the troops in the streets below.
He hadn't heard the soldiers sneaking up on him until someone spoke. Until he'd turned his head and seen a squad and their leader behind him, pointing several guns at him, and couldn't keep the scowl off his face. Outnumbered and outgunned was not a place Cougar found himself in often, but it never got more pleasant to experience. With no one at his back and a very clear idea of what these people were capable of and willing to do, he'd reluctantly surrendered.
The overhaul to the station, a place Cougar had been in not long ago, was dramatic. Seeing the soldiers coming and going, weapons in hand and rigid training in their postures, was almost unnerving. At contrast with what should have been a civilian location. Being thrown into what seemed to be an office, stuck sitting in a chair for hours wasn't comfortable, and neither were the restraints around his wrists. He kept silent, staring and waiting for what came next, glaring death whenever one of his guards happened to chance a look at him. There had to be a reason he was kept alive. He'd seen the display on the network, witnessed the crosses himself. Perhaps they'd just wring whatever was useful from him before they strung him up as well. The thought of it, of dying slowly in such a way, wasn't a pleasant one in the least. He had to get free, one way or another.
He had the route they'd taken mapped out in his head, though finding a different exit than the front would be preferable, for how fortified it was. Either way, what he needed was the opportunity to escape. All he could do was sit and wait for it to show.