Interrogation

"So? What were you doing with that man in the alley?" The deputy asked, shining a light in Ryan's face.

"I told you already…" Ryan replied, turning his face away from the light. The deputy sat back in his chair, and turned the light away. Ryan jerked his head back around, facing the officer. He finally had a chance to see the man's face.

His hair was a very deep black, but the edges had begun to turn white from age. He wore wire glasses, covering the tired, worn, small slits he had as eyes. His badge, which rest at his breast, was very polished. This man seemed to be clean and proud of his job.

"Look, that man has been missing for a while. He always has trouble with locals, but as soon as we heard he dashed out of that alley, followed by you, we knew some information had been exchanged, and that it wasn't some small disturbance." The man took a breath and hesitated for a moment, thinking of what next to say. "I wouldn't doubt a man of your intellect knows the rules in place in this country?"

Ryan merely blinked, showing no emotion.

"Ahhhhh. Ok. I see you're a man of few words when it comes to questions. Well, here, the people are hungry for power. They always want to overthrow the government. So we have to keep them in check. To do this, we banned the unlocking of one's aura. And we have reasons to believe you unlocked that man's aura. I wouldn't doubt it if soon that man would attempt to overthrow the government."

Ryan still remained silent. The deputy eyed him as he pulled out some file folders from a briefcase next to his chair.

"That is not the subject of importance right now, though. Right now I would like to know why you decided to attempt entry into the Altar." He demanded.

Ryan laughed, and cleared his throat, leaning forward on his chair.

"It was not 'attempted'. We got in and made it out alive. It was a success, in a way." He shot back at the officer.

The deputy leaned back on his chair.

"I'm surprised you made it out, I must say…. I would like to know what exactly you saw in there, and how you survived and got out sane."

Ryan thought for a moment.

"You know, I really have nothing to hide. I'll answer your first question: The reason we went into the Altar was in search of the Tower of Pimp, if you ever heard of it."

The deputy nodded, gesturing for Ryan to continue.

"Yeah, I really don't know why we went for the Tower, honestly…" Ryan lied. "Anyway, what we saw in there, well… I doubt you'd believe me if I told you."

The officer pouted.

"Just tell me." He beckoned.

Ryan shrugged. "I don't know…."

The officer covered his face with his hands. "Don't give me this bullshit, just tell me!" He shouted through gritted teeth.

Ryan smiled. "Ok. I'll tell you. We went in. We met a demon imprisoned to this Earth by God. I was unconscious, so I really don't remember the rest, but we ran out and now I'm hear."

The deputy groaned. "You're…. fucking… kidding me…."

"No, I'm serious. If you wanna hear the long version, I can tell you." Ryan told the officer. He was getting a kick out of messing with this guy's mind.

The officer closed his eyes, stood still for a moment, then opened them again. He looked at Ryan, slid back in his chair, and got up. He turned the interrogation light and walked to the single door in the room. He stopped as he placed his hand on the door knob.

"Fuck you."

With those words, he walked out of the room, and slammed the door. Ryan smirked.

What a pansy…

He thought as he sat alone in the dark room, left to his own contemplations.

I wonder how the others are doing…

Suddenly Ryan's gleeful mood turned into a solemn one. To be frank, he thought he was at fault with all of this. Those poor children's dreams would be smashed when they would go home, only to be expelled from their own school. The guys would most likely lose their reputation as hunters, having attempted theft of an artifact, and possibly endangering a whole country. Now that he thought of it, he had been selfish. What was his reason for all of this? For Edgar? Was that cause even plausible now? Could that goal be seen to anymore?

Would getting Edgar back be worth all this trouble?

Ryan now felt terrible thinking these horrible thoughts. It was degrading to think that he would even attempt anything so selfish. Perhaps he was the bad guy.

But just as he thought of these things, the door to the room burst open. It was Geoff. He was panting. It looked like he had just ran halfway across the world.

"Look, no time to explain, we've, or more like I, have negotiated a deal with the G-men. They'll allow us free as long as we do as they say."

Geoff had pretty much saved the group. All of them were now gathered at a large room, bearing only an unused chalkboard. An official looking old man stood next to the chalkboard.

"I am assigning you all a task." The man's booming voice told the group. For the time being, it will be your only task. If another problem shows up, say, someone who had their aura unlocked attempts to take over a country," The man's eyes flickered towards Ryan. "Then we will contact you and you will get a flown into the country. Yes, this is a contract, binding you to do anything the government tells you to do for 2 years. After 2 years, the contract will expire."

Yang sighed. Yet another fucking contract.

"Here is your current task," The man began to draw a map of Weoeras on the chalkboard. "Bordering Weoeras is a zone where many Grimm are entering the country. Yes, these are types of Grimm you have never seen. They are amphibious, and can breathe underwater and above ground." The man circled an area in the Northern area of the country. "Here is an area where many of our troops are being overwhelmed by an unknown force. You will stop this unknown force. Beware, we've heard counts that it is a large creature that swims impossibly fast. Other accounts tell it's speed on land matches its speed in the water."

The group nodded. Tomorrow they would head out to face this monster.