05-03-2016, 01:50 PM
Abner glanced up as the door swung open. The old stormtrooper had made himself quite comfortable, with his legs propped up on the interrogation table. Abner was reading through one of the folders that Schell had left behind, and the other papers were scattered across the table. He’d obviously been going through them very steadily. Schell prevented himself from smiling, but it was amusing to him. Despite Abner’s flippant attitude, it was clear that the man was very interested in the workings of the world. He hadn’t completely checked out, yet.
Agent Schell entered the room, but stood with the door open for just a moment. It wasn’t an invite to leave, but instead just to let some of the smoke air out. Abner hadn’t slowed down his tobacco intake since Schell left, resulting in a thick fog. The Stormtrooper didn’t seem to notice, but Tate wasn’t going to suffocate over this man.
There was no greeting or any sort of formalities between the two men this time. Seeming to recognize the reason why Schell was standing in the doorway, Abner just went back to reading about the tournament that had taken place at the Camelot Colosseum. He took a sip of his whiskey, letting off a vibe of relaxation so strong one might think he was sitting in a leather chair in front of a warm fireplace.
Schell let the door slam behind him, and he entered the room. He calmly approached the table and sat back in his seat. The whole time, Abner continued to read the report, not moving his head to acknowledge the agent’s movements.
“What do you think?” Schell finally broke the silence by getting right back to business.
“Okor really picked up steam, made a great push. I’d say he’s the success story of this one,” Abner continued to be impossibly difficult, and didn’t look away from the spies’ reports on the tournament. “I think the real issue, here, is that Magus was criminally underrated coming into it.”
“Will you help us?” Schell was as blunt and direct as he could be. Less than sixty seconds back in this room and he was already tired of this waste of Omni’s power.
Abner closed the folder, and tossed his on the table. He kept his feet up and stayed leaned back, but also put his hands behind his head and took another large inhale from his cigar. Tate remained stoic and professional, even in the face of one of the more frustrating primes he’d ever seen. Primes had a superiority complex by default, and he was well versed in it. Abner, however, was supposed to be one of them. The fact that he would not fall in line was infuriating.
“What’s the real plan here, Tate?” Abner asked, also being direct with his interrogator. He still couldn’t help spicing it up with a little of his own flavor of wit, however. “You know I just went on a magical journey of friendship with these people. We fought zombies, braved a temple, made friendship bracelets, the usual rugged adventure story. You know I’m not going to betray them, especially after you guys tossed me into the wind and they scooped me up.”
“We are happy to see you’ve returned, Abner,” Schell was quick to comment.
“Now that I have something you need,” Abner was even faster to respond.
Schell looked at Abner and thought carefully for a minute, then finally scoffed and shook his head. “I assume that means you won’t help us track down these rogue primes.”
“Give me a corner cell, please,” Abner responded, knowing exactly where this went next. “They’ve got a little more room to stretch, I figure. I think I’ve earned that much.”
Agent Schell finally let out a knowing laugh, as he stood up. “You’re not going to prison, Abner. You’re walking right out of here to meet with all the other people that want to discuss your journey.”
Abner’s brow furrowed in confusion and surprise. “Really?”
“As I said, Captain White, the two of us haven’t even met. How could I throw someone I don’t know in prison?” Schell said as he walked over to the door, knocking on it once he arrived.
“I’ve met a lot of people in the Omniverse, and I’ve seen just about everything,” Abner took his feet off the table. “Never anyone quite like you, though.”
“Trust me, you haven’t seen anything, yet,” Schell responded as the door buzzed and he pulled it open. “Knock when you’re ready to leave.”
Abner watched as the Imperial spook vanished out the door, just as mysteriously as when he’d arrived. Ominous words to ponder, but there was nothing he could do now. He knew how to read between the lines, though. They’d meet again.
He may have been free to go, but he wasn’t going to miss an opportunity to get into the top secret files. So, Abner grabbed his glass of whiskey and the next folder, and got back to his reading.
The Empire could wait on him for a change.
Agent Schell entered the room, but stood with the door open for just a moment. It wasn’t an invite to leave, but instead just to let some of the smoke air out. Abner hadn’t slowed down his tobacco intake since Schell left, resulting in a thick fog. The Stormtrooper didn’t seem to notice, but Tate wasn’t going to suffocate over this man.
There was no greeting or any sort of formalities between the two men this time. Seeming to recognize the reason why Schell was standing in the doorway, Abner just went back to reading about the tournament that had taken place at the Camelot Colosseum. He took a sip of his whiskey, letting off a vibe of relaxation so strong one might think he was sitting in a leather chair in front of a warm fireplace.
Schell let the door slam behind him, and he entered the room. He calmly approached the table and sat back in his seat. The whole time, Abner continued to read the report, not moving his head to acknowledge the agent’s movements.
“What do you think?” Schell finally broke the silence by getting right back to business.
“Okor really picked up steam, made a great push. I’d say he’s the success story of this one,” Abner continued to be impossibly difficult, and didn’t look away from the spies’ reports on the tournament. “I think the real issue, here, is that Magus was criminally underrated coming into it.”
“Will you help us?” Schell was as blunt and direct as he could be. Less than sixty seconds back in this room and he was already tired of this waste of Omni’s power.
Abner closed the folder, and tossed his on the table. He kept his feet up and stayed leaned back, but also put his hands behind his head and took another large inhale from his cigar. Tate remained stoic and professional, even in the face of one of the more frustrating primes he’d ever seen. Primes had a superiority complex by default, and he was well versed in it. Abner, however, was supposed to be one of them. The fact that he would not fall in line was infuriating.
“What’s the real plan here, Tate?” Abner asked, also being direct with his interrogator. He still couldn’t help spicing it up with a little of his own flavor of wit, however. “You know I just went on a magical journey of friendship with these people. We fought zombies, braved a temple, made friendship bracelets, the usual rugged adventure story. You know I’m not going to betray them, especially after you guys tossed me into the wind and they scooped me up.”
“We are happy to see you’ve returned, Abner,” Schell was quick to comment.
“Now that I have something you need,” Abner was even faster to respond.
Schell looked at Abner and thought carefully for a minute, then finally scoffed and shook his head. “I assume that means you won’t help us track down these rogue primes.”
“Give me a corner cell, please,” Abner responded, knowing exactly where this went next. “They’ve got a little more room to stretch, I figure. I think I’ve earned that much.”
Agent Schell finally let out a knowing laugh, as he stood up. “You’re not going to prison, Abner. You’re walking right out of here to meet with all the other people that want to discuss your journey.”
Abner’s brow furrowed in confusion and surprise. “Really?”
“As I said, Captain White, the two of us haven’t even met. How could I throw someone I don’t know in prison?” Schell said as he walked over to the door, knocking on it once he arrived.
“I’ve met a lot of people in the Omniverse, and I’ve seen just about everything,” Abner took his feet off the table. “Never anyone quite like you, though.”
“Trust me, you haven’t seen anything, yet,” Schell responded as the door buzzed and he pulled it open. “Knock when you’re ready to leave.”
Abner watched as the Imperial spook vanished out the door, just as mysteriously as when he’d arrived. Ominous words to ponder, but there was nothing he could do now. He knew how to read between the lines, though. They’d meet again.
He may have been free to go, but he wasn’t going to miss an opportunity to get into the top secret files. So, Abner grabbed his glass of whiskey and the next folder, and got back to his reading.
The Empire could wait on him for a change.