Jim pushed the young woman inside his office and he plopped her down into a chair and pointed while ripping her bag from her. "Wait here and stay here unless you want to be behind bars for the night," he growled out. He walked out of the office and her eyes widened as she read his title card upon his desk, "Lieutenant James Cleadis Hawkins," she whispered quickly, not only had she been caught, but she'd been caught by one of the most highly respected, and most notorious Space Lieutenant within the Royal Space Academy.
Her heart sank. How would she ever explain herself? She sighed, and frowned, she was Doppler's head librarian she had every right to be within the archives after closing! That is what she would tell him, she had every right even if there was a curfew in effect. And honestly she had her very own office at the library, she could have easily said she was staying the night due to her studies for her thesis. She shook her head, or she could easily keep quiet and be on her way, after all, she hadn't been caught with anything stolen on her person, and although it was suspicious that she ran from authority, really they had nothing on her.
He reentered the office and craned his neck at he passed her taking a seat at his desk before her. He neatly crossed his hands and she place a stern look on her face. If she didn't answer any questions he had, and didn't dig a hole for herself to crawl into, she would be perfectly fine, but his first words actually caught her off guard.
"I would like to know your name," he announced then and she arched a brow. Had they not found her I.D. card on her person? Or had she dropped it while trying to flee? Surely she had identification in her bag he had just ripped from her. She let her cold façade falter for a moment as she looked at her chest to see if her name tag was in fact still intact, and in truth it sat right there lying directly upon her bosom and directly over her heart. Her eyes flicked back up to look at him, he wasn't looking at her, instead he was reading over a title document lying upon his desk and when she didn't answer for a few moments time his head finally rose to look at her.
"If I do not know your name, you can easily stay in a cell for the remainder of the night, until morning comes and then I can gladly give you over to another Lieutenant," he reasoned as he rubbed his eyes. "I truly do not have the time to deal with this silent treatment from an adolescent child much like yourself." Her eyes widened then, "I happen to be nearly twenty-six years old!" she exclaimed. He smiled then, "Finally, I get to hear that beautiful voice of yours," he commented and she snapped her lips shut as she blushed. Her frustration had gotten the best of her, or maybe it was her fear of being locked up.
"Might I ask why you were in the military archives so late in the night? It is a restricted area after the library's curfew and closing time."
"I was only looking over a few files, you and your men frightened me, I had not thought you would be patrolling so early in the evening," she reasoned sourly and he tilted his head to one side. "Usually patrolling officers do not come to survey the library until well after closing time."
"Miss, I know that you're looking for a rather infamous pirate, not very many people dare even mention his name," he accused and she kept her mouth shut. He shrugged, "If you don't talk I can't help you, piracy is rather a large issue within the court of law, even if it is just an inquiry."
"As if a Lieutenant of the Royal Academy would help me," she snapped, "and how would you know that I'm looking for a pirate?" she demanded and he smiled for her, "We keep tabs on all subjects who pull book study materials about the particular pirate in question. And your bag was searched upon your arrival. I noticed your studies are rather tedious and very thorough." Her eyes widened, "So you already know who I am?" she accused and he smiled, "I can assume who you are, but until you tell me who you are I cannot open a record on you," he corrected, "you did not have any form of identification upon your person when you were processed."
She remained quiet. "But if you rather have another Lieutenant question you, very well, I can have that easily arranged, but none are as lenient as I am when it comes to this subject. More so if you do not tell me the real reason as to why you were in the archives after hours, I can have you stay here until the morning and you can then be chaperoned home." His eyes met hers and she remained tight lipped once more.
He sighed, and rubbed his eyes once more, running his fingers along his face. "Very well, Miss Jane Doe," he announced. His hand touched the intercom on his desk, "Ms. Junes, I'm done with this one, I'll be off for the night. If you could have her escorted to a cell overnight it'd be greatly appreciated." He placed everything on his desk as it should be, tidying up and finally took one last look before he went to leave.
Mrs. Junes creaked the door open, "She wouldn't speak to you? That's odd, you're usually so good when it comes to our female convicts," Ms. Junes said and Jim sighed, "Ms. Junes, she's not a convict unless served a sentence, anyways I've had a rather long day and would like to retire home, if you could please just-" And suddenly the young woman's voice cut into the conversation clear as a bell. "My name is Lunette Donella Silver, I work for Dr. Delbert Doppler," she stated, "I'm his head librarian." Jim stopped dead and a small smile broke his solemn features, "Lieutenant Hawkins-" Ms. Junes began until he slipped his office door shut. He faced the woman and said, "Are you willing to answer my questions now?"
She held her head high as she continued, "I've been doing research on a particular pirate, John Silver, for my theory paper, I was going to have Dr. Doppler read over it for me. I cannot believe I am being detained for such a frivolous notion such as research."
Jim eyed her as he walked back to her arching a brow, "And what is your true reasoning?" He leaned in further to examine her eyes and she grinned like a minx. She lifted her chin higher giving herself a high and mighty look. "Because I believe I have family ties to him and, old man Silver isn't dead like everyone thinks."
Jim merely smiled, "Are you his wife?" he asked, although he knew her answer was no, she blushed anyways and her smiled faded, she shook her head, "Never," she laughed brokenly, "The man is my father." And Jim arched a brow, "Do you know of his whereabouts?"
"No, no one does, no one even knows if he is alive," she snapped, and Jim merely smiled, "So I may assume you think or know that he is still alive." She scowled at him and he noticed then that her eyes had the same gleam of anger as her father's although she looked nothing like him except for a few features he knew she must've taken after her mother rather than Silver. He sighed and let his head tilt to the side, he nodded then, "Well, whatever the case, I should have you escorted home now, it is rather late."
"That's it?" she whispered and he nodded, "No one knows where he is, therefore, I assume you do not either and therefore you are no threat nor able to give us any leads to his whereabouts. Please, gather your belongings at the front desk and two police men with escort you home for the night. I will however stop by Dr. Doppler's to look over your reference materials and paper, I will see you tomorrow Ms. Silver, have a good night."
"You knew exactly who I was!" she exclaimed and he arched a brow, "Yes Miss Silver I did, but that doesn't matter, what mattered was why you ran from authorities all I can assume is that is a trait you have in common with your supposed notorious father, and if you do not keep your voice down I can and will have you sat in a cell for the night."
She gaped at him, and as she went to snap at him once more a small knock came to the door, Mrs. Junes poked her head inside, "The bot officers are here to escort your guest home," she announced and Jim nodded, "Thank you Mrs. Junes, Miss. Silver please have a good night."
And he slipped his office door shut once more.
How dare he treat her like a juvenile child and a convict!
Her anger fumed and Mrs. Junes merely giggled at her expression, "You're upset with him," she said and as Lunette went to open her mouth Mrs. Junes interrupted saying, "He only kept you here because the other men would've thrown you in jail within minutes." She remained quiet then and meekly followed the bot officers outside and into the late night. One offered his cold metallic hand to help her onto his cruiser and like that, they sped off into the night.