"Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - Lord Acton, 1887
"So, tell me what we've got," said the tall, dark-haired man, stroking his goatee as he strolled along the rows of cells, their metal doors shut fast, his polished shoes clicking on the hard, concrete floor as he walked.
"We've captured the majority of the surviving members of the twelve, sir," said the shorter, balding man, pushing his spectacles up the bridge of his nose as he struggled to keep pace with his superior, fumbling through papers attached to a clipboard, "Subject #001 remains elusive, but other than the ones officially classified deceased, we got all of them."
"Talk me through them," said the dark-haired man, straightening his black skinny tie.
"Subject #004, real name Carter Grey, the man who cannot be killed. Subject #006 almost got away from us, his real name's Cody Aneel, and he turned into some little woodland critter and ran away, but we got him. Subject #007 was tricky to capture, his real name is Tyler Reins and he appears to be the luckiest man alive. Subject #008, also known as Riona Sharp, put up a fight, but we got her. Subject #010 wasn't too difficult, we used the tactics we used for one of the big boys and got him with relative ease. The intel we received on Subject #011 was vital in his capture, real name Braddock Raines, goes by "Addley", tricky little bastard has the ability to teleport. Autumn Finley, that's Subject #012 also put up a fight, burst the eardrums of one of the men assigned to capture her."
"And what of our main man?"
"Subject #003, real name Jacob Slate, has the ability to control magnetic fields. He could be dangerous, we don't yet know the limit of his powers."
"Power inhibitors?" asked the dark-haired man.
"Applied and tested, they can't do a thing unless you want them to. Here's the controller," the smaller man handed his superior a small key fob, which he took and tucked into his pocket.
"Excellent. Bring young Mr Slate into the debriefing room. I'd like a little chat with him."
Ten minutes later, Jacob stirred, opening his eyes to the harsh, fluorescent light. He tried to move to brush the hair out of his eyes, but found that his wrists were tied behind the back of the chair he was seated in. He looked around, saw only concrete walls and a one-way mirror set into one wall. He stared at his own reflection: he looked terrible. He was pale, there were rings under his eyes, his dark hair was lank and plastered to his face. Whoever had put him in this position had removed his shirt, leaving only the light grey wife-beater underneath, and there were two strange metal nodules attached to either temple.
The door squealed as it swung open, and a man in a tailored black suit walked in and sat on the chair opposite Jacob, crossing his legs as he did. He stared at Jacob, who stared back, unable or unwilling to speak first.
"You caused us quite a bit of trouble back there, Mr Slate," he said with a smirk, "Fortunately you're not going to be giving us more now you're here."
Jacob snarled and reached out with his ability, attempting to sense the magnetic fields in the room in order to manipulate them. But he couldn't feel anything.
"Ooh, scary," said the suited man, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "That'll be those power inhibitors we stuck on you," he gestured to the nodules on Jacob's head, "You're not allowed to use your abilities until I decide you can."
"How do you know about my ability?" murmured Jacob.
"Are you kidding? I know everything about you, Jacob," he replied, "I know you grew up in an orphanage, I know you were never adopted, I know your bank account details and where you live. And yes, I know about your abilities."
"Who the **** are you?"
"My name is Zachary Welsh," he replied, "I'm an executive here at GI, and I'm now your boss."
"Don't you watch the news? GI is Geist Industries. Get to know them, because they own your stupid ass now."
"You own me? How did you work that one out?"
"That's not for you to know. Not just yet, at least. All you need to know right now is that there is nothing you can do to hurt us, and it's really not in your best interests to try. This can be a very fruitful relationship if you allow it to be, and if you're not prepared to do that then you're of little use to us."
"And what happens to people who are of little use to you?"
"They have a tendency to...stop."
The suited man got to his feet and gestured to someone behind the one-way mirror, and a moment later the heavy metal door swung open.
"You can be great, or you can be an insect. Up to you, really."
He walked out, and the door swung shut behind him.
OOC: Ok, here we go. Yes, we've all been captured already - your first post should be a retrospective on how you were caught by the agents (I've tried to keep the explanations of how you were all captured as vague as possible to give you some freedom). See the 'Two weeks ago' section of the Auditions thread for a guideline.
Most importantly, enjoy!
Edited by DeLarge, 31 July 2011 - 02:31 PM.