"Mmm...yep. That went well..."John Ghrist leaned back, tight lipped, taking in his rather dismal surroundings. These "interrogation" rooms were all the same, the lights, the speakers, the cameras, the one-way class. All it was missing was those agents, inspectors, whatever "official" name they gave themselves. They were making him wait, a typical tactic, not one he was terribly unfamiliar with. He wondered how long they might take, maybe one of the agents were late, maybe he wasn't as unnerved as they wanted him to be. He pictured the flustered agents on the other side, and snickered to himself.
To be honest, he hadn't done a thing to break the law, but he just needed to buy a little more time, nothing like wasting resource by turning yourself in, right? Well, that and an exploded stage, a building on fire, a sniper rifle left behind in that fiery building, and one well-done politician. He wondered how slowed down all the intricacies of civil services would be hampered by his team's actions. Though, he felt sorry for the Bill's, Joe's, and Bob's now trying to dig out and figure out whatever remains were left behind by the stunt. Nothing like a ton of fire and flame to eat away at any viable evidence.
Although, now he was wondering how Sophia and Dan were doing with their mission, still at large as far as he knew. They weren't kids, could take care of themselves more than he could even guess, but he worried just the same. They were held by a similar bond, something no one could take from them, and now was the time to believe in it. Also, they had both survived up till now, dodging the Cutters, it was easy to escape as a magician and a grifter.
"Ya know...I think this place needs some serious decorating man, it's just not homely. Get a nice oak wood table right here, toss a few plush leather chairs, maybe a few drapes for the window there. Actually, you know what you guys need, a plant, for each corner. It's like a Feng Shui thing man! Also..." While he passed the time blabbing away at a shiny window, his left hand seemed to quiver a little, remnants of his past, something he pushed to the back of his mind as often as possible.
And of course, during that brief moment of doubt, an agent showed himself in the door...
"What's my name and rank? I dunno" He shrugged, quickly hiding his shaky hand while still looking confident and sarcastic.
"Well, whats yours, Sir?"