[This video is taken from a security camera in a small room. It resembles a police interrogation room, except there is no two-way glass and there are two armed guards near the door. A man sits on one side of the table with a clipboard in hand, while Chuuta sits on the other side. Chuuta looks anxious, staying seated but looking around, glancing between the guards at the door and the man on the other side of the table. There’s no sign of Drew, but Chuuta holds a hand up over his mouth and mutters something quietly to “himself”.
The man notices the behavior and scribbles a few things on the clipboard before starting with the questions.]
Subject 3C, how are you feeling today?
What’s going on? Who are you? [Chuuta’s not going to answer that question until after he gets some answers himself.]
I am an intake interviewer here and we need to complete this interview before I can answer any questions. So, how are you feeling today?
Where am I? [He asks. He’s trying this one more time. Maybe if he’s persistent, they’ll see he wants answers and won’t give them anything until he gets something in return.]
You are at our facilities. [The man checks off a box on his sheet before rewording his question.] Are you in any pain currently?
[There’s a pause, because he knows how he’s feeling but Drew’s also reporting to him.]
No. [He needs to keep asking questions, even though he’s confused and nervous.] Why am I here?
[The man marks off a checkbox on his paper.]
Good, good. You’re here for admittance into our program, and we want to check on your condition before we continue with the intake process. Now, do you notice any changes to your body? Vision problems, limited movement?
[Another pause, Chuuta listening to Drew for confirmation of what he already knows. He stretches a little bit, wrings his hands nervously, and nods.]
I think I’m fine. What program?
[More checkmarks. Apparently Chuuta’s answers are what is expected, since the interviewer isn’t making more notes.]
We’re borrowing you from your usual division. There’s a job that we need your special talents for. Do you recall the conversation you had with one of our agents prior to coming here?
Wh-what are you talking about? I didn’t talk to anyone! Nobody told me I was going anywhere! [He’s not mentioning aliens yet.]
I’ll need you to calm down, 3C. Temporary memory loss is common in transit. It should come back before the end of the day. But for now, what is the last thing you do remember?
… I was coming home from school. [He says, but he’s not a very good liar.] Why are you calling me that?
That is your designation for this assignment. We can’t use your real name, for safety reasons.
[This time the man does write something down on his clipboard.]
Is that all you remember? Or is there anything else? Also, what does your ‘tagalong’ remember?
[Chuuta’s eyes go wide, and he stands up, knocking his chair back.]
Who are you? What’s going on? If you’re with ēlCivilization then you know you can’t just kidnap me somewhere! Chief Lane didn’t tell me anything about any other assignment!
[At Chuuta’s outburst, the two armed men tense up and start to move, but the interviewer waves them down.]
Please, sit down. We need to finish the intake interview.
[Chuuta sits down, cautiously. He’s watching the interviewer and Drew is out and watching the guards.]
If Mothers authorized this, you should be able to prove it, right? [Chuuta asks, after a pause where Drew suggests the question.] If Mothers didn’t authorize this, you’re just criminals and I’m not going to work with you.
[The interviewer pauses, and he presses at his ear and leans over slightly, as if he is listening to an earpiece. He nods once before returning to his previous position.]
Noncompliance will not be accepted here. Will you finish the intake interview?
Yeah, they are. [He says, agreeing with whatever Drew just told him.] You can’t just kidnap a member of the space police and think you’ll get away with it!
[The interviewer sighs and makes a note on his clipboard.]
We’ll try again later, then. Escort him back to his room.
[The two guards move in. One keeps his gun ready, but the other puts it on his back so he has his hands free to grab for Chuuta.]
Wings! [Chuuta yelps, as soon as the guards start moving. He’s going to try and dodge them, and head for the door. Unless they’ve got some kind of super speed, they’ll find it almost impossible to catch him.
And then the door’s locked. He stops, frozen for a second as he and Drew try and decide what to do next.]
[The interviewer ducks down as soon as Chuuta starts flying, and once Chuuta stops at the door the man with the gun is going to level it at him and fire. Luckily it contains darts, not bullets, but that could be just as bad depending on what’s in it. (It’s knockout drugs this time)]
Freeze! [Chuuta decides, and Drew fires a blast from his mouth that solidifies into ice, freezing the guard’s hand to his gun. Not fast enough to keep him from firing though, and Drew’s attention is turned to trying to freeze the other guard’s gun into his holster, which means Chuuta doesn’t have the superhuman speed he would need to dodge that shot.
As soon as the dart hits, Chuuta tries to pull it out, but it’s probably already too late.]
[It is indeed too late if the dart hits. Even if it’s pulled out, the medicine inside will take effect and knock Chuuta out within 10 seconds. During which time the man with the frozen hand starts screaming because his hand is, well, frozen.]
[Ten seconds isn’t a lot of time, but it’s enough for Chuuta to at least try and get this door open.]
Slice! [He says, and there’s a blast of SPH from Drew’s mouth aimed at the door to try and cut it. It probably won’t work (his SPH struggles to get through anything more solid than a pane of glass) but he’s desperate and already starting to feel the effects of the drug.]
You can’t do this! I won’t work with you!
[Ultimately it is a futile effort though, as the drugs are strong. The interviewer climbs out from under the table as soon as the danger passes and he just sighs once more.]
It’s always the younger ones who fight. A shame, we could have used his skills elsewhere.
[And then, to the remaining guard who isn’t having trouble with ice:]
no subject
The man notices the behavior and scribbles a few things on the clipboard before starting with the questions.]
Subject 3C, how are you feeling today?
What’s going on? Who are you? [Chuuta’s not going to answer that question until after he gets some answers himself.]
I am an intake interviewer here and we need to complete this interview before I can answer any questions. So, how are you feeling today?
Where am I? [He asks. He’s trying this one more time. Maybe if he’s persistent, they’ll see he wants answers and won’t give them anything until he gets something in return.]
You are at our facilities. [The man checks off a box on his sheet before rewording his question.] Are you in any pain currently?
[There’s a pause, because he knows how he’s feeling but Drew’s also reporting to him.]
No. [He needs to keep asking questions, even though he’s confused and nervous.] Why am I here?
[The man marks off a checkbox on his paper.]
Good, good. You’re here for admittance into our program, and we want to check on your condition before we continue with the intake process. Now, do you notice any changes to your body? Vision problems, limited movement?
[Another pause, Chuuta listening to Drew for confirmation of what he already knows. He stretches a little bit, wrings his hands nervously, and nods.]
I think I’m fine. What program?
[More checkmarks. Apparently Chuuta’s answers are what is expected, since the interviewer isn’t making more notes.]
We’re borrowing you from your usual division. There’s a job that we need your special talents for. Do you recall the conversation you had with one of our agents prior to coming here?
Wh-what are you talking about? I didn’t talk to anyone! Nobody told me I was going anywhere! [He’s not mentioning aliens yet.]
I’ll need you to calm down, 3C. Temporary memory loss is common in transit. It should come back before the end of the day. But for now, what is the last thing you do remember?
… I was coming home from school. [He says, but he’s not a very good liar.] Why are you calling me that?
That is your designation for this assignment. We can’t use your real name, for safety reasons.
[This time the man does write something down on his clipboard.]
Is that all you remember? Or is there anything else? Also, what does your ‘tagalong’ remember?
[Chuuta’s eyes go wide, and he stands up, knocking his chair back.]
Who are you? What’s going on? If you’re with ēlCivilization then you know you can’t just kidnap me somewhere! Chief Lane didn’t tell me anything about any other assignment!
[At Chuuta’s outburst, the two armed men tense up and start to move, but the interviewer waves them down.]
Please, sit down. We need to finish the intake interview.
[Chuuta sits down, cautiously. He’s watching the interviewer and Drew is out and watching the guards.]
If Mothers authorized this, you should be able to prove it, right? [Chuuta asks, after a pause where Drew suggests the question.] If Mothers didn’t authorize this, you’re just criminals and I’m not going to work with you.
[The interviewer pauses, and he presses at his ear and leans over slightly, as if he is listening to an earpiece. He nods once before returning to his previous position.]
Noncompliance will not be accepted here. Will you finish the intake interview?
Yeah, they are. [He says, agreeing with whatever Drew just told him.] You can’t just kidnap a member of the space police and think you’ll get away with it!
[The interviewer sighs and makes a note on his clipboard.]
We’ll try again later, then. Escort him back to his room.
[The two guards move in. One keeps his gun ready, but the other puts it on his back so he has his hands free to grab for Chuuta.]
Wings! [Chuuta yelps, as soon as the guards start moving. He’s going to try and dodge them, and head for the door. Unless they’ve got some kind of super speed, they’ll find it almost impossible to catch him.
And then the door’s locked. He stops, frozen for a second as he and Drew try and decide what to do next.]
[The interviewer ducks down as soon as Chuuta starts flying, and once Chuuta stops at the door the man with the gun is going to level it at him and fire. Luckily it contains darts, not bullets, but that could be just as bad depending on what’s in it. (It’s knockout drugs this time)]
Freeze! [Chuuta decides, and Drew fires a blast from his mouth that solidifies into ice, freezing the guard’s hand to his gun. Not fast enough to keep him from firing though, and Drew’s attention is turned to trying to freeze the other guard’s gun into his holster, which means Chuuta doesn’t have the superhuman speed he would need to dodge that shot.
As soon as the dart hits, Chuuta tries to pull it out, but it’s probably already too late.]
[It is indeed too late if the dart hits. Even if it’s pulled out, the medicine inside will take effect and knock Chuuta out within 10 seconds. During which time the man with the frozen hand starts screaming because his hand is, well, frozen.]
[Ten seconds isn’t a lot of time, but it’s enough for Chuuta to at least try and get this door open.]
Slice! [He says, and there’s a blast of SPH from Drew’s mouth aimed at the door to try and cut it. It probably won’t work (his SPH struggles to get through anything more solid than a pane of glass) but he’s desperate and already starting to feel the effects of the drug.]
You can’t do this! I won’t work with you!
[Ultimately it is a futile effort though, as the drugs are strong. The interviewer climbs out from under the table as soon as the danger passes and he just sighs once more.]
It’s always the younger ones who fight. A shame, we could have used his skills elsewhere.
[And then, to the remaining guard who isn’t having trouble with ice:]
Wipe his memory, and take him to the camp group.
[And that is where the video ends.]