Temporal Shift [Fedoras are always in style]

[daxtinator396]

Dax lets his tears flow freely now that the rain would disguise them,"The train wasn't there before." He says it quietly to the man.

[jayjaycaps]

(???)

Jason did lead the way, heading down the hall, still calling out Medea's name every so often.

[Thaedael]

@Claire

Claire looked back to Claire, "Well that was the plan at least" she said with a look of sadness across her face. "I wanted to run a kit on you..." she said, not sure what the game plan would be now.

[Thaedael]

@Dax

The agent pulls out a notepad and pencil, writing down his statement, "We pulled it back to the station from under the rubble... so you don't deny having seen i before?" the man says, as they put him into the back of a military ambulance. The EMTs took the front, leaving only one of them and the agent in the back of the vehicle. The sounds of machinery running all around them.

[Thaedael]

@Jason [Guess I will go back for you]

Jason lead the way, going down the long corridor, retracing the steps to the stairwell where the water from the burst pipe continued to flood the length of the metal frames, the steam still coming up and off their form. He was leading the way, screaming for Medea, before coming into the corridor with all the fire-proof suit clad forms on the floor, some crushed, other bloodied. The soldier pulled a knife from a pocket, cutting away one at a time at the face masks. Ahead of Jason was the room that seemed to house a circular explosion, it's spherical shape still ablaze from top to bottom.

[daxtinator396]

Dax decides it no use to lie since he didn't do anything anyhow,"No sir, I found it like that. I-It was horrible..." He remembered the stench and the pools of blood everywhere.

[Thaedael]

@Dax

The man continued to take notes of the encounter, leaning back to sit on the leg of the gurney. "Yet you called no one to the scene?" the man said, as he continued to listen to the man.

[daxtinator396]

"How could I have? I was underground without a phone with no idea where I was." Dax is unsure whether or not to tell the officer about the man he found the gun from thinking they might find him crazy.

[Thaedael]

@Dax

The man looks down, before giving a nod to the EMT. A mask is brought over Dax's face, putting him under the effects of sleep.

[daxtinator396]

"Waai..." He begins to say before the mask is placed over his face and he quickly passes out.

[Thaedael]

@Everyone, it is rolling into Day 2, it is about 4 AM

@Dax

Slowly the room begins to come into focus, Dax having been put under the influence of a chemically induced coma for about six hours, the effects of the gas still clouding his mind, judgment and body movement. The room begins to come into focus, the four walls of the room nothing but plain tiled walls, the glint of a mirror to his right, a door to it's left. He is sitting strapped to a metal chair, a brace tied against his wounded leg, before being bound the chair by multiple shackles. His arms are cuffed together to his front, resting a top of the plastic face of a table. He was in an interrogation room, lights shining into his face, the agent sitting across from him, both of his arms on either side of his face as he kept them propped up. He looked at him with slitted eyes, their form distorted by the thick lenses of his square glasses.

[daxtinator396]

"Unhhh.... Where am I?" He manages to croak out as his eyes start to focus on the room.

[Thaedael]

@Dax

The agent did not answer the question, instead sizing up the man from head to toe. He got up, adjusting the light to be blinding dax directly, obscuring his face from the darkness behind the light. He walked a full circle around the room, turning on the blinking light of a recording device on the table, a video camera in one of the corners, before coming full circle to the mirror on the wall. He gave it a stern tap with the back of two knuckles, the gloves gone from his hands.

The man rounded back before sitting down. He spoke clear, formal, and concise. "This is SOE operative Jarret Hutchworth, dealing with case number one fifty-five, the murders of thirty people in the London underground" he said, followed by the date. He leaned forward in his chair, the scrape of the chair sliding away from the table slightly as he put the weight of his torso on two elbows.

"Please state your name, your birthday, current address, profession." the main said. The inquisition begun.

[TheDaughterOfHades14]

Claire sighs. "I guess nothing is going to go right anymore" she says with a frown.

[daxtinator396]

"My name is Dax Sierra, My date of birth is June 4th, 1990, I live on 1563 Mulberry street, and I work as a waiter in a coffee shop in London." Dax closes his eyes against the light.

[Thaedael]

@Claire [Cheer up]

Eugene stood to the side, his dog faithfully returned to his side amidst the midnight rain, the fire throwing shadows across the park. The ambulances kept coming by their blaring sirens and lights a constant reminder of the horrible losses that day. Doctors moved up and down make shift field wards, their rooms marked by gurneys in square configurations. There were people showing all sorts of wounds, from the small to the absolutely gruesome imaginations of any sadist.

Mittens continued to whine a low pitch, his canine senses picking up the amount of carnage contained withing the small confines of the park, his tail between his legs as he kept his head down. Eugene ever dutiful rubbed at the nape of the dog's neck, comforting it with a soft hand.

Claire looked around, "Well there seems to be a makeshift hospital" she said drawing closer to the girl. "If you want we can get them to run a rape kit on you" she said whispering into her ear. Eugene looked around, "Nothing may go right for a while, but at least everyone is banding together to work through it with grit" he said, "Nothing like English Bulldog can-do nature of us brits to overcome adversity". he said.

[Thaedael]

@Dax

The agent produced from his pocket a beaten up notebook, the familiar sight of it causing a moment of panic to Dax. "This checks out" the man said reading over the scribble hand writing within his hand. "Why did you murder thirty people in cold blood on the metro?", the man said, looking at Dax for any telltale tells.

[daxtinator396]

"I've never killed a living thing in my life sir." Dax says flatly sticking by his honesty.

[jayjaycaps]

"Anything?" Jason called back to the Soldier, referring to the body's he was unmasking. Picking a hall way at random, Jason walked down, looking and screaming for Medea.

[Thaedael]

@Dax

"Never...killed...a....living....thing....in.... his life." the man wrote down on a new page of his note book, before looking up at Dax once more. "Not even a fly, an ant, or any insect?" The man said.