The Interrogation Scene

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Artemis went to speak, but was shot down by Jay with a finger point and a loud “NO!” as if scolding a kitten about to claw the curtains.
“Plisken…you’re with me…”
With that Jay, followed by Plisken left the room.
</Snip>
“So,” began Jay as the two men, or well, one man and one Ex-Man, walked down the corridor towards the improvised holding cell that this Boyd fellow had been detained in, “How are you, you know, adjusting?”
“To what?” asked Plisken as if nothing out the ordinary had happened in the recent hours.
“Oh, I don’t know, that you’re no longer an old codger but a woman, and might I say a ve-“
“Yeah, I’m going to stop you there,” said Plisken, holding up his hand to prevent Jay from saying something he would very likely regret, “And this is nothing new.”
“Nothing new?” said Jay slowly, a smile growing on his face.
Plisken closed his eyes, knowing that he’d said too much already, “Look, I’ve been alive for a long time.”
“So have I but I never considered-“
“Okay,” sighed Plisken, Jay’s bright smile beginning to annoy him slightly.
Thankfully the conversation ended before it could go any further as they soon came up to the door to the holding cell. The holding cell was, however, not a holding cell, and was in fact a disused woman’s lavatory.
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Later, Boyd awoke - having earlier been sedated by Artemis. He was handcuffed to a chair, a bright light shining into his eyes. Jay tilted the light away, so that Boyd could see. Plisken stood off to one side, arms folded.
“Now,” Jay said sternly. “Who are you and what are you doing on my ship….?”
</Snip>
Plisken looked on as Jay began to interrogate the strange looking man that had been tied to a chair, which was actually a toilet, although the seat had been put down so that made it okay. It had been a long time since Plisken had needed to interrogate someone, even longer since he’d had to do it as-. Plisken stopped himself and refocused his thoughts. It was becoming a might distracting. This whole female thing, that is. Plisken looked down at his attractive body, cursing about how his Ex had designed herself. And these clothes! Plisken was wearing a tight deep red jumpsuit, according to Alex it was the only thing Garnet had spare but Plisken had a sneaking suspicion that was a bit of lie. The jumpsuit’s neck was cut low and had a few designs emblazoned on the fabric with the express purpose of attracting attention to certain parts of the female body. In his mind’s eye, the laughing, but beautiful, visage of his ex-wife haunted his vision. And then a cold shiver ran up his/her back as he remembered that he now shared the same face.
“NO!” cried Boyd as Jay asked a further question, something about his birthplace, “YOU’RE GOING TO STEAL MY BRAINSILCES!”
“Oh for the love of-“ sighed Jay as he threw his arms in the arm, clearly getting no where with the questioning, “Plisken would you please help?”
Plisken nodded and walked out of his corner, kicking a conveniently placed stool along with him. As he did so, he noticed that he was wearing a set of high heeled boots, something that did not exactly boast his confidence. Plisken took his seat, staring close into Boyd’s eyes. “So, Boyd,” began Plisken, “Do you know who I am?”
“N-no…” stammered a suitably confused Boyd.
“Good, so you don’t know what I’m capable of yet, do you?”
“N-no…”
“Now you see, have you ever seen any cop movies? There’s always a good cop and a bad cop. Now the good cop does things by the book, like my friend Jay here [he indicated to Jay, who was standing in the corner watching intently].” Plisken leaned in close, “I guess that makes me the bad cop.” Plisken broke an almost maniacal smile, making Jay slightly uneasy.
“Have you ever wondered what it’s like to be a wander in the fourth dimension? To be exiles?”
Boyd’s face contorted into a confused frown.
“You see, Boyd, I died a couple of days ago. And let me tell you, coming back hasn’t been the most pleasant way I’ve cheated death. And I’ve not even had my cup of tea yet so I’m still pretty pissed. And after I dealt with your sorry ass, I’ve got to go hunting for my own corpse and get my coat back. So, please stop wasting my time, Boyd.”
Boyd remained tight lipped.
The almost broken mind of Boyd told the man’s every sense that he should be afraid. “I’m guessing you’ve met my friend the good Doctor, Artemis Pritchard?” Boyd nodded. “Then I’m guessing that you know that if we fail here, he is going to cut you up to see what you’re made of. Hell, he’ll probable play jump rope with you intestines and Phi will use your prostate for bait in her up coming kidney fishing tournament next month.” Plisken got up and began to walk around the room, pacing back and forwards as he spoke, “Now you’ve got precisely [he glanced at an imaginary watch] 1 minute to explain yourself before I call up my ol’ buddy Artie.”
“Plisken!” strained Jay in a hushed tone but while Plisken’s head was turned from Boyd, he gave a reassuring wink to Jay.
“Okay, okay, I’ll talk.”

<If you’d been so kind as to place your confession here, Tiberius ol’ buddy>

Jay and Plisken exited the room, Boyd being allowed to go his separate way.
“We are too old for this,” moaned Plisken.
“Definitely,” smiled Jay, “But we still need to get that Time Drive. You think your Ex could help?”
Plisken turned and looked at Jay as if he’d just claimed that Firefly was a bad show, “What? No! You really think I’m going to go ask Garnet for help? I bet she’s just loving this,” he waved his hands down the general area of his new body.
“What’s she even doing down, well, where ever she is?”
Plisken and Jay began to walk back to the refectory, the same direction that Boyd and went in, which was probably not the best idea since Artemis was most likely still there with an eager scalpel and bones saw.
“She’s guarding something. She chose, which is nice, I guess.”
“What’s she guarding?”
“Nah, doesn’t matter,” said Plisken, waving away the question, “But what does matter is this Time Drive.”
<Tag Jay and Boyd>

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