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Who: Arthur and Special Militiaman Ben Powell.
What: An interview is had, some things are cleared up.
Where: Somewhere deep within The Spire
When: Some two weeks after leaving that party. Time is irrelevant. (Link is a little violent.)
Notes: Fascist shenanigans abound.
Warnings: General meanness seems likely.

The location of the Militia's head quarters is no secret. The Spire looms between the government buildings in Dryside and the halls of law in Coin's End. Little is known about what happens in there; the Militia has no obligation to explain itself nor is the public allowed inside. It is said that Baedal has no prison, and that's true. One way or another, the holding cells in the Spire are not intended for long term incarceration.


Ben Powell is a dedicated man. He has to be, in his position. Few of the Militia's operatives come with a name and a face attached. He's also a busy man. It's a big city after all. Still. Some matters call for a personal touch.

Two weeks have gone by since the Militia plucked a man simply known as Arthur from the streets. Time might be more difficult to tell inside of a cell than out, but that's no reason to let this drag on further.

The interview room has a sparse ad hoc sort of look to it. A table, two chairs. Single light source. That kind of thing. Powell will join Arthur in this room, and he will look pretty much exactly the same as he did at their last encounter.

"Well." This is how all great conversations start, with pointed neutrality and a bare minimum of hellos. "What have you gotten yourself into, Arthur."

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It's part of the Special's job and skill set to be good at deciphering topography. Not that one would have to be in order to understand Arthur's non-verbal communication. Powell's own look and brief tip of the head may be taken as acknowledgement or more accurately as don't be stupid. The politics here may be opaque and cruel, but it could be worse.

Arthur should be perfectly safe with his escorts. They have no interest in making his day more interesting. Assuming he has no immediate complaints, the trip back should go without incident. The things he had with him to the Spire will follow some hours later.

After that, transport out of here will be arranged. It will involve a familiar hood and end up somewhere dark and unfamiliar until someone comes to claim him. He has friends. At least one of them will be notified.