[Accidental Video Post]
[A bright white light shines into Claire's face, while a tough-looking police officer with a cigarette between his lips confronts him. The smoke wreaths the cop's face as he gets right in Claire's grill, gesticulating with obvious anger.
Despite the fact that Claire is clearly in a police interview room, and obviously handcuffed, he seems completely calm. His eyes are glittering with amusement and his posture is relaxed.
This is obviously pissing the police officer off.]
Well how do you explain this?! [The police officer shakes a sheaf of glossy photographs under Claire's nose.] We've got you, Vino! Filth like you always gets caught sooner or later, and with these you'll be in 'Traz for the rest of your natural life. Don't you get that? Your only chance for leniency is to cooperate, so start talking! I want all the dirt on your employers! Who paid you to off these guys? How did you get all around the country so quickly?
[Claire shrugs as if the police officer's concerns are minor in the grand scheme of things] Can I see those pictures, please?
[He hesitates, then snorts and shoves them forward again across the table] Sure, here. Take a good long look. This is what the jury's gonna see.
[Claire studies them, his eyes flicking over the pictures as he leans in closely to study every detail. Finally he looks up, banked anger in his crimson eyes.] Hmm, thank you. I'll be going now.
[The officer blinks] What?
[Claire's foot suddenly shoots out and overturns the table. It rises up and smashes into the police officer, while Claire rises to his feet. The handcuffs dangle from one wrist, the other circlet hanging open. A second officer rushes in the door and Claire whirls, lashing out with one hand. The cuff attached to that wrist smacks the officer right in the nose and he drops with a gushing nose.
In an instant Claire leaps over him and is out of the room and gone in a rustle of black coat. The distant sounds of shouting and a few gunshots can be heard before the feed ends.]
Despite the fact that Claire is clearly in a police interview room, and obviously handcuffed, he seems completely calm. His eyes are glittering with amusement and his posture is relaxed.
This is obviously pissing the police officer off.]
Well how do you explain this?! [The police officer shakes a sheaf of glossy photographs under Claire's nose.] We've got you, Vino! Filth like you always gets caught sooner or later, and with these you'll be in 'Traz for the rest of your natural life. Don't you get that? Your only chance for leniency is to cooperate, so start talking! I want all the dirt on your employers! Who paid you to off these guys? How did you get all around the country so quickly?
[Claire shrugs as if the police officer's concerns are minor in the grand scheme of things] Can I see those pictures, please?
[He hesitates, then snorts and shoves them forward again across the table] Sure, here. Take a good long look. This is what the jury's gonna see.
[Claire studies them, his eyes flicking over the pictures as he leans in closely to study every detail. Finally he looks up, banked anger in his crimson eyes.] Hmm, thank you. I'll be going now.
[The officer blinks] What?
[Claire's foot suddenly shoots out and overturns the table. It rises up and smashes into the police officer, while Claire rises to his feet. The handcuffs dangle from one wrist, the other circlet hanging open. A second officer rushes in the door and Claire whirls, lashing out with one hand. The cuff attached to that wrist smacks the officer right in the nose and he drops with a gushing nose.
In an instant Claire leaps over him and is out of the room and gone in a rustle of black coat. The distant sounds of shouting and a few gunshots can be heard before the feed ends.]