"Have a seat, Mr. Ackervell," said Scarlett encouraging him to take a seat next to her at the table. She ran her hands through her hair as she was getting very annoyed with this job. Yes, she was good at what she did, but as time progressed, she was getting annoyed at interrogating her subject and always having to do it the hard way. The tortured way. Why couldn't they just tell her what she wanted to know and ne at peace, knowing that they will be taken care of here. Of course, people only rarely got to leave. Only if they were whisked away by an excellent plan, devised by people who broke them out, or the other way, well...you got killed and your body was incinerated. No questions asked. And if family came looking for their child,well, they were at risk of detection. It was in their best interest to remain off the radar.
Scarlett looked up at Mackenzie. "Here's what we are going to do, Ms. Jackson," she said, closing her yellow file and folding her hands on the table. "You will answer all of my questions which will be directed toward you, and I...in return for your cooperation, let you go. Simple as that!" she smiled. "And if you think I am lying, take a look at that..." She pulled up a video on her phone of two young boys, no older then Mackenzie herself of running toward their parents and embracing them in a warm hug. Then, they all got in the car and drove off.
"What you saw was two prisoners being released to their parents. I want to tame your fears of what you heard about this place. We do not kill people here, only hold them for interrogation when something large goes doesn--such as bank robbery or mass killing of people--once we find those people innocent we let them go. This is not a prison, but simple Detention Center." said Scarlett, licking her dry lips. "I need to know if you are telling me the truth, that's why I asked Mr. Ackervell here today. So, are you ready to cooperate now?"