CHARACTER CHAT!!!!

Cricket sighed and slid his hands behind his head. He really wanted to stand up, move around, do anything. He couldn't go an hour sitting still, let alone the couple of days it would take to get his blood back.

He watched Milo and the doctor, wishing he were over there with them.

Milo: The doctor fainted. Usless piece of-

The door creaked open and in walked Iron Eagle, along with Red Wing, and Wisp.

Cricket's eyes flitted to Red Wing first. He chuckled to see that the bruise on his jaw had swollen even more.

"He doesn't know anymore than what we tell him" Wisp said. With a gesture, two others came in and took the unconscious doctor and mechanic away.

Cricket studied the three, and accidentally met eyes with Wisp. Where was Finn? Sparrow? He had a feeling that even if he asked, he wouldn't get an answer.

wisp waited until the men were taken out. "You all will be kept here until further notice. Food will come, bathroom is to be asked for by the guard outside your door. There will be a limit of one at a time. Most likely, you supers will be sent back to the Institution. All others will be interrogated. If you do not comply with these rules there will be consequences. Fight, and you'll be sent to solitary confinement. Try and escape," she eyed the supers, "And we will not hesitate to kill."

Cricket: Same old, same old. He smirked, shook his hair in his eyes, and leaned back against the wall again. Welcome back, cells and chains. How long do you plan to stay?

Milo: Empty threats. They wouldn't kill us until they had information. It was after someone spilled that we would have to worry.

Wisp saw their doubt and caught the one boy smirking. She sighed, and knew the only way to make them all cooperate was to prove it true. She whipped out her pistol and aimed at the one smirking. "Think i'm not serious?"

Cricket cocked an eyebrow. "Go ahead then. Shoot." He was going to die sooner or later.

Milo: "No, I know you think you're serious. Killing him, or anyone else in here for that matter, would automatically make you hypocrite. Didn't you insist to that asshole Iron Eagle that you had to bring us back alive? Why bring us here, just to kill us when you could have easily taken care of us back at the bar?" I shook my head. "Shoot if you like. You're the one who will be in trouble."

Cricket held his gaze on Wisp, smirking again at Milo's statement.

Wisp locks eyes with him and chuckles. "Keep those wits about you, kid." She turns and looks to Iron Eagle and Red Wing. "Good luck with this bunch."

Red Wing looked from Milo to Cricket with a cold stare. "We will break them."

Milo: I laughed. It must have been the stress. At the same time I knew that Red Wing would be a dangerous enemy in this ordeal, and that his threat was sincere.

Cricket shrugged, shook his hair back in his face and slipped his hands behind his head. This was going to be a long night.

i think they should me taken and interrogated now. Whos first?

Hmm. Well Cricket would pass out anyway Anyone else is game

Should I go with red wing since I laughed?

Okay I think we should make it a rule that the interrigated and the interrigators should be of different authors. Otherwise it kinda ruins it Just for future reference XD

Red Wing locked eyes with the one who laughed. Iron Eagle gave him a nod of approval. "Milo Summers." He walked up to him and aimed a tranquilizer at his neck as some men filed through the door. "You first." He shot. *blackout! :o*

Yeah, I was thinking the same thing, so either wisp or iron eagle will do cricket and then red wing or iron eagle for b&w characters

Milo: Red Wing pointed the gun at my neck, and I made eye contact with him, in an open act of defiance.

You decide where I have been taken.

Okay. Hmm...have Milo wake up in a metal chair, sitting in a large room with very blank white walls. No windows, only a white metal door. No furniture other than the chair.

Milo: I woke up, handcuffed to a metal chair. Comfy. The walls were white, the floors were white, the ceiling was white. No windows, only a sturdy metallic door across from me. The whole thing gave the impression that I had been stuck inside a high end ice-box.

Wisp walked in with a stony look on his face, carrying a file. The door closed behind him, the click of the lock deafening compared to the quiet. Red Wing's footsteps knocked against the concrete floor. He didn't say anything at first, just walked, fingered through the file. "Milo R. Summers. Paris, France...dead, as of 2009, New Year's Eve, precisely one minute before midnight."

*gasp* Did I see Toxic?