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#RedrockAgency – July 19, 2018
Mian has been brought to Redrock HQ. Lacking detainment facilities of any kind, the uncooperative asari has been brought to the briefing room, where Vasquez waits at one end of the table. She's wearing her favorite gray military pants and a matching jacket over a white tanktop, her hair tied back into a ponytail as always, and her stripped Kuwashii visor projecting over one of her eyes. Her M-4 machine pistol is holstered on her hip and
her face carries a serious expression. Tank, who has escorted Mian to the room, directs her to sit, and then takes a step back, remaining near the asari in case she tries something.
Mian has maintained the stare throughout the trip, but fortunately there haven't been any more complaints. She did shiver as cold bare feet stepped on the hangar floor, but she did not mention anything of it. "Fine," she replies to Tank before taking a seat at the meeting room, and sits up straight since her cuffed hands is between her back and the chair. She looks up to Vasquez. "Ask your questions," she says
Vasquez lets out a quiet, frustrated grunt. She leans forward in her seat, folding her hands on the table as she stares Mian down. When she speaks, her words are straightforward, but her tone is far from friendly. "You attacked a senior member of my company. Explain yourself."
Mian snorts, and stares right back at her. "I've already told your thugs," she replies, her tone explanatory but affected by the frustarting situation. "She's like the rest of you. Absolutely no respect for private property. So, I deal with her like any other intruder."
Vasquez seems unimpressed with Mian's explanation. "You'll forgive me if I trust the word of my people over yours. Let's go over this from the start. Your roommate's sister comes looking for her. Rather than, say... talking to her, or, hell, even letting her know she's not welcome, you... attack. Ambush her. With lethal force."
Mian nods, keeping her undivided attention on Vasquez. None of that was untrue, but there was some convenient holes in it. "I didn't open the door for her," she says. "So she thought she was free to snoop around on her own. I didn't even know that she still had a key." Or rather, she doesn't know how to remove it. "I guess she left that part out?" Mian asks. After a second's pause, she adds, "Besides, you
Vasquez ' lips are little more than a thin line as she stares across the table at the asari. "Our concern over private property ends when one of our people is attacked without provocation." she says coldly. "Redrock looks out for our own. Up until today that included Ehanis. Now, she's gone in a rush... and when her sister looks for answers, you try to kill her." She pauses for a moment, looking Mian over. "Ehanis. Did you do
Mian seems unfazed by the damning explanation, and her body language does not give off anything outside her lingering frustration. "I wasn't happy with Ilyna before she invaded my home," she begins. "I called her yesterday, but she rejected it fast. Ehanis has been fucking annoying to deal with since coming home. I didn't know what to do, and... maybe I needed a little help." She pauses. "So, 'without
provocation' is not true. I wasn't important enough for her to talk to me until it was too late, and that pissed me off."
Vasquez doesn't seem particularly interested in Mian's personal gripes. "You didn't answer my question."
Mian lets out a sigh of frustration, but she doesn't break her stare. "Just wanted to explain myself, is all," she says, not giving away whether she was actually dodging the question. Regardless, she does explain, "I got sick of Ehanis' turning the apartment into a bitter minefield, and let her know about it." She lets out a brief snort. "I'm not good at this stuff," she said. "I wouldn't have called Ilyna if I
Vasquez ' gaze doesn't move from Mian's face as she listens, studying her. "I'm still not hearing an answer. Where's Ehanis? Did you do something to her?"
Mian 's expression is unchanged. "I guess I was a little hard on her," she vaguely admits, then shakes her head, "but I don't know where she went, your thugs would have found the place empty if I did." She pauses for a moment, the frustration in her face growing. "I did run into her on her way out," she says, "but she wasn't having any of what I had to say, and knocked me out with a lucky throw. When I came to,
Vasquez raises an eyebrow. "Can you prove a word of that? I'm a little short on trust at the moment."
Mian closes her eyes shut for a moment in frustration at the question. "How?" she asks. "We haven't got cameras looking at our every move, so I can't prove anything." She sighs. "You got your answers, I never promised you'd like them," Mian says, "so are we done here?"
Vasquez lets out a snort. "Done? No, we're not done. You've attacked and threatened my people, and I wouldn't be surprised if you have something to do with Tiorian's sudden disappearance. You've done absolutely nothing to make me trust you in the slightest. You're not going anywhere until this has been sorted out."
Mian narrows her eyes. "What do you want me to do?" she says, raising her voice. "I don't know where that brat has gone, and I mean it. I would be going with her if I could." She opens her mouth to speak more, but she refrains, instead gritting her teeth as she tries to reign in her frustration.
Vasquez lets out a slow sigh, Mian's attitude starting to wear on her. "If she did leave like you're claiming, you have to know something. If not where, then when? Why? What did she say the last time you saw her?"
Mian looks away for a moment as the interrogator keeps retreading many of the same questions. She takes a breath and resumes looking at Vasquez. "One, I think, I didn't look at the time until after I got back up," Mian replies. "What she said? Hmm... that would be 'I hate you', 'You're making it worse'..., 'Get your ugly ass out of here',... 'Didn't I tell you to get lost?' That was last night, she was still
sleeping when I got up for work." Mian lets out a small sigh. "I wouldn't have worked with her for thirty years if that was normal, that's why I wanted Ilyna's help."
Vasquez listens in silence, making note of what Mian is saying, but the final comment elicits a scowl. "Right. You wanted her help. That's why you attacked her, instead of... looking for Ehanis together? What the hell is wrong with you?"
Mian glares back in kind. "Are you even listening?" she says. "I wanted Ilyna's help when the brat was still in town. Not her going through our stuff after it's too late. Just because you have more guns than me doesn't mean you're right. She entered my place without being let in, I don't tolerate that."
Vasquez stands up with a frustrated grunt, pressing both palms against the table. "Alright, we're done here. You're confined to this room until I'm convinced that you're not a threat to Redrock." she says before pushing off. "Tankovich, don't take your eyes off her." she says with a look to the large woman.
Mian lets out a rough sigh. "What's that going to take?" she asks before turning to stare at the wall across from her. "I have a job in the morning, and an place without a working lock thanks to your people."
Vasquez stops on her way out, turning to look down at Mian. "Maybe you should've thought about that before you tried to kill an innocent woman worried about her sister. We'll deal with your apartment. If you have something useful to say? Let us know. Otherwise? Shut the fuck up." With that, she walks out of the room, leaving Mian alone with Tank, who stands still and silent, blocking said door, with one hand restingon the stun
baton clipped to her belt. Vasquez lets out a frustrated sigh as soon as she emerges into the corridor, running a hand over her hair and glancing around before making her way towards Jason's office.
Mian snorts, repeating the word "innocent" in a mutter, but she doesn't say anything else before Vasquez leaves the room.
Jason is seated at his desk, gaze on his terminal as Vasquez steps into the open doorway of his office. He's idly shoving a handful of chips into his mouth which, as he takes notice of Vasquez, he begins to quickly chew at as one tends to do when they're caught with a mouthful of food and realize they need to speak. He rubs his synthetic palms together a few times to clear any crumbs as he opens his mouth to speak. Nope, still too
many chips. Crunch crunch crunch With a pained expression he swallows hard, his eyes watering up slightly as he forces down the jagged shards of salty goodness that haven't been chewed nearly enough. "Hey-..." he offers, stifling a cough. With a nod towards his terminal he adds: "That went-... uhh-... not great...?" A waist-high crate is tucked against the wall near the door.
Vasquez lets out a frustrated grunt after she enters. "Yeah, no shit." she mutters, bringing a hand up to rub at her temple. "Didn't need this mess..." she mumbles under her breath, before speaking more clearly: "Thoughts...?" she asks as she looks over at Jason.
Jason continues to study the screen for a moment before looking back to Vasquez with a sigh. "I think she's telling the truth." he says. "I think she's dumb as a sack of bricks." he's quick to clarify, "But honest bricks." He leans back in his seat as he recounts the events aloud. "So... Ehanis comes home from-... from-..." he defers to Vasquez with a tilt of his head, deciding against directly bringing up the Collectors, "...with
an attitude. Mian reaches out to Ilyna yesterday to talk to her about it but Ilyna isn't interested in talking to her. Ehanis tells you that she needs some time away and ends up quitting. Heads home a bit distraught. Exchanges words with Mian-..." he idly gestures towards the screen once again with a synthetic hand, "...which ends with Ehanis putting her on her ass and storming off. It does add up, right? All I'm having
trouble piecing together is why Mian would attack Ilyna the way she did. It's Ehanis' place, too, and she sure-as-shit knows that Ilyna is her sister. I mean, if I come home one day and Markus is in the house I know my first instinct wouldn't be to deck him. But considering how friendly and helpful Mian has proven to be..." he gives a shrug of his shoulders, "...Doesn't seem like much of a stretch that her first instinct
Vasquez listens in silence for a while, giving a few faint nods, her gaze wandering off to the window as she thinks. The comment about Markus actually causes a brief, faint smirk to tug at the corner of her mouth for a moment as she snorts. "If we assume she's telling the truth... that still leaves us with a problem. She did more than 'throw fists'. From what Halisi said she went biotic, using lethal force. Hell, she confirmed it
to my face." she says with a gesture towards Jason's terminal. "She's a nutjob, and a danger to Ilyna. Maybe to the rest of Redrock, too."
Mian is sitting still, not saying anything. While it could be patience, it's more likely because of past experiences trying to escape through Tank.
Tank could almost be mistaken for a statue as she stands silent and immobile by the door, keeping a watchful eye on Mian.
Jason allows a lopsided smirk to manifest as Vasquez nods in seeming agreement with his assessment of the events. He lifts his hands to his head. "Just get me a hat." he says, pulling his fingertips across his forehead as if stretching the lettering out for his implied headwear, "Sherlock-fucking-Holmes." As Vasquez continues, however, his smirk fades away. "Yeah..." he mutters. With a sigh he shrugs his shoulders. "I'm not sure
this is the sort of thing we can do a whole lot about, Linda. Ehanis lives there too and, apparently, gave Ilyna a key to get in. Doesn't get more clear that Ilyna had a right to be there. So unless you've got a better idea, I think the best we can do is check in with Ilyna and make sure she doesn't want the chance to speak with Mian again. If not?" he gives another shrug, "We should probably turn her over to the Marshals.
Let them know what happened and let them deal with it." He rests a hand against his desk as he looks to Vasquez.
Vasquez nods in agreement, looking off to the side for a moment. "Yeah. I'm gonna have a word with Ilyna, and send someone over to the apartment, see if we can find something to verify Mian's story about Tiorian." she says after a moment's thought. A heavy sigh follows. This day had taken a sharp turn for the worse after pleasant start, and she has more than enough to deal with already.
Jason gives a couple of short nods as he looks back to his terminal that's still displaying the feed from the briefing room. "Might be worth having a word with the Marshal's, too. Maybe time to let them know that we're running low on patience when it comes to their miltia members attacking our people..." His expression turns a bit grim as he returns his attention to Vasquez. "Mian is a special case since she and Ehanis live
together but-..." he trails off, gaze lowering briefly. He draws in a deep breath and clears his throat before continuing, "We've got enough people shoving guns in our faces without having to worry about the militia, too."
Vasquez flashes a brief, unamused smile - not directed at Jason, of course. "Trust me, I intend to..." she says, starting to turn towards the door. "Have someone ready to relieve Tankovich in a while." she says before heading out of Jason's office and walking towards her own to call up Ilyna.
Jason raises a hand to send Vasquez off. "You got it, boss." he says, his smirk only slightly manifesting. Once Vasquez has exited his office, his gaze shifts to the crate. After a short consideration, he decides to return his attention back to his bag of chips.