A/N: I don't own these folks, I just play with them.

I do believe I ripped off most every interrogation scene from every movie you can think of. I'm just not cut out for drama, although it does give sarcastic Simon a chance to play. I also tried to keep the torture aspect low key.

Suggestions on how to make this one better are welcome. I don't feel as satisfied when tackling more serious subject matter.

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Well. Charles had been in the food service industry all his life, and had never seen such a boorishly mannered young man. The boy's audacity was amazing: a wanted fugitive, strolling into the restaurant with his cheap floozy - God, how utterly PLAIN her dress had been - and acting so poorly. It was almost fitting that he'd noticed the man was actually wanted - for murder no less! - and called the police. That would teach uppity lower-class scum like them to keep their place. Charles ran an upscale eatery, after all! He'd even served members of Parliament. There was no room for riff raff here.

So imagine Charles' surprise when the door burst open thirty minutes later, and a burly man with an extremely large firearm came barrelling in. Holding his gun on everyone present, he quickly scanned the room and decided that there was no immediate threat. He turned and yelled "Clear!" back through the door.

This was the signal for three more people to enter. In the lead was an extremely capable-looking woman, holding a scanner in one hand and a well-used shotgun in the other. Cloesly behind her were two more people: a shorter man wearing - of all things - a Shepherd's collar, and a taller man wearing a dusty, knee length coat. Both of them were also armed to the teeth. The woman quickly swept the room with her scanner, and moved to the table that had been the scene of so much drama earlier. "Found it, sir. This is Kaylee's work, no doubt of it." She picked up a small radio from the floor.

The tall man in brown nodded and turned as Charles approached, furious. "What is the meani