Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-26567397-20151012014057/@comment-24852191-20151012222318

(You didn't have shackles on and I'm pretty sure the UNSC doesn't use them.)


 * I enter the brig and look at a marine sitting at the station.

Me: Marine! How is the prisoner?


 * The marine snaps to attention and stands. He salutes me and I return it.

Marine: Fine, I think, sir.

Me: Good.


 * I walk over to her cell and press a button. The bullet proof and reinforced window depolarizes and reveals me standing there cross armed. I slick my hair back slightly, an old habit I have when in the presence of a woman. I press another button and I speak. My voice comes through hidden speakers located inside the cell.

Me: Hello?