Gideon Aiden Prewett (relentless_puff) wrote in itwillhaveblood, @ 2010-06-23 21:58:00 |
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This was not like every other night. Gideon had been assigned to the case of one Dedalus Elric Diggle, a member of that bloody terrorist group known as BOMB. Gideon would not be home early this evening. He knew that much. The bloke in question was cooling his heels in a Ministry holding cell and had been doing so for several weeks now. The task of obtaining information from Diggle had fallen to him. Gid rather hoped that he could do this the easy way but should he need them, there were plenty of other methods at his disposal. On this evening, he had packed a small vial of Veritaserum just in case the bloke proved uncooperative. Stepping into one of the private cells that had been set aside for interrogations, Gideon noticed that the bloke had already arrived. Gid had never actually met him in real life but had seen a picture and this prisoner definitely fit that image. Pulling up a chair and sitting across from the prisoner, Gideon began confidently, "I am Agent Prewett, BOMB Task Force. I will be asking you a series of questions this evening. For your own well-being, I would suggest answering them early and often, Mr. Diggle." "Oh, aye," Dedalus responded, drawling out his words sarcastically. "I'll be sure to do so for my own well-being." They'd kept him locked up for weeks, refused to tell him how his parents were doing, and continuously interrogated him on the location of his wand. Sadly, Dedalus actually couldn't remember where his wand was when they first picked him up. He knew it was standard procedure for suspect's wands to be taken from them, but it was difficult to do that when they didn't have their wand on their person; Dedalus simply didn't use it often enough in his daily life to keep it on him - especially not living surrounded by Muggles - and he couldn't remember where he'd put it before the Taskforce had shown up and carted him away. So he'd sent them on a wild goose chase, until finally they'd found it, or at least he assumed they did, because now they were telling him he needed to cooperate for his own good. "Find my wand, eh?" he asked. "Good, was beginning to get worried - thought maybe I'd lost it." He shifted in his seat, slouching down and trying to get comfortable in the hard metal chair. "So... what can I do for you today, Agent Prewett?" The Task Force had finally discovered Diggle's wand in a stack of hay. It had taken the searchers quite a bit of time and collective energy but finally after some creative wand work by one of them, they had found it. Actually the going theory was that Diggle was probably right in not having a clue where it was himself as he had said. "Aye we did," Gideon nodded vaguely. "It would have taken anyone a while to find it under all that hay. Even you, I would reckon." Gideon leaned forward in his chair. The seat was not cozy in the slightest, which he supposed was good since it kept the prisoners uncomfortable and on edge. "You and I both know why you're here, Diggle." The man's journal entry had been all sorts of convicting. However, even that really was not enough to keep this bloke in here much longer. Thankfully, the bloke sitting across from him had no way of knowing that. Basically Gideon hoped to get a little bit of information from this character before the Ministry had to let him go by law. "We know you have a connection with some of the terrorists, Diggle," Gideon put on his best poker face and started on his normal routine. "A few of them know you. Your name has come up before." What stood in their way was that he was not attached to any crimes so really the Ministry's hands were tied. "So the question is how would you like to get out of here sooner by giving me a few names. You help me, I'll help you. It could be the start of a brilliant relationship. If you drop a few names for me to check out, I can put in a good word for you. Believe it or not, that goes a long ways." "Names?" he asked. Well, if all they wanted were names, Dedalus could easily supply those. After all, Agent Prewett wasn't asking for specific names at all. Sure, Dedalus knew the man wanted names of BOMB members - but that wasn't what he asked for. Dedalus was smart enough to realise he would be cooperating, handing over all sorts of names if he did it now. "Oh... I can give you names," he offered. "Why didn't you ask before?" He shoved a hand through his too longish hair, "There's Carlotta Pinkstone, did you know that one?" he asked with a grin. "And Matthew Prince. Tasgard Lowe, John Dawson, and Stephen Gillard. Let's see - I think there was a bloke named George Smith what showed up a couple of times, too. There's also John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison, and Ringo Starr. Let's see... there's Michelle Whitehall and Darlene Reinhart, too." He paused, the look on his face somewhere between roguish and contemplative. Oh yes, nearly everyone he'd named was Muggle - NOT Muggleborn - but he figured with as inept as the Ministry was it would take forever for them to figure it out. "How's that for names for you?" Nodding when Dedalus mentioned Pinkstone, Gideon resisted the urge to smirk. That was what all these terrorist folk opened up with when naming off people. If only it was a new revelation, Gideon could have felt like he actually gained something here. Taking note of some of these new names, the name John Lennon struck a chord in his memory banks. If Gideon had not been able to put two and two together before, Paul McCartney did it for him. Breaking into Diggle's recitation then, Gideon squinted his eyes in disbelief, "Right so you're telling me that the Beatles are in BOMB? I'm pretty sure we'd know if the Fab Four not only possess magical capabilities but also harbour terrorist tendencies." He was pretty proud of himself for knowing that nickname. But then he had dated a few Muggleborn girls during the Beatles's almost magical run during his academic days. "You're not getting off that easy, Diggle. I know you know more than that. Besides you're a smart guy and you know we can hold you indefinitely. Do you really want your farm to go untended, your sheep to break out and eat the crop, and your parents to be displaced because of your stupidity?" "Oh and don't try to sell me more shite. I know a fair amount of Muggle culture so you might want to rethink the whole lying to the guy in charge technique you have going here," he concluded and stared unblinkingly at Diggle. Dedalus actually grinned. Oh yes, the threat to his parents and their livelihood was upsetting, but he wasn't going to show it. After all, they had farm hands, and they could afford to hire on another hand or two to make up for Dedalus not being there. He simply scratched at his fuzzy cheek, hating that he couldn't shave and shrugged a bit. "Right, well, I was just seeing if you were paying attention. No, The Beatles aren't in BOMB, but I betcha they would be if there weren't that statute of secrecy or whatever fancy name you lot have got for it. They certainly wouldn't like what was going on here." He met Gideon's gaze and leaned forward. "I want your word that when you get these names from me, you'll let me go home. You've got no proof I've done anything wrong, other than an idle statement of discontent at the way things were going in a journal. Otherwise, I'm so far removed from the magical world, you couldn't even find my wand when you brought me in. If you arrested everyone who expressed discontent at the Ministry, you've have to lock up most of the United Kingdom, right?" Gideon seemed to remember a Beatles song about revolution and staying on the sidelines but he decided to let that one pass. Music really had nothing to do with the underlying issue here and that was that the Ministry was doing whatever it could to come up with more names and information about BOMB. Propping his chin in his hand then, Gideon decided that another set of names, hopefully this time real ones, was about all they could really hope for from one sheep farmer. "You've got my word. I'll make sure you get released. How about you help me out now by giving me the rest of your names and no trickery this time," Gideon had a fierce twinkle in his eye this time. He hated being pushed around, especially by a bloody suspect. "A'right," Dedalus agreed. Anything to get out of here, especially since he was giving the man names of his Muggle friends. He'd love to see the Taskforce show up to arrest Muggles and have to bring in Obliviators and the Muggle-Worthy Excuse people. He had to force himself not to grin at that thought. "I really don't know that many people - and the ones I did know didn't like me much, because I was always disagreeing with their tactics, y'know? Specially after I quit when the Minister got killed. Anyway... lessee... there's Roy Johnson, Evan Jennings and his wife Rachel. Darcy Evans. Rheese Matthews. I think I saw a bloke named Jerry Stevens at a meeting once, too. He was behind me a couple of years in school, so I'm not sure if that's his name." There was a long pause as Dedalus scratched at his head absently in thought. "Sorry, mate, that's all I've got for you." Quickly scribbling the names down as Dedalus identified people, Gideon was struck by the idea that the bloke had actually quit in the wake of Bagnold's murder. "Wait a second, you actually quit? Were you the only one or was there more that followed that path?" As it was, Gideon could not really blame anyone for quitting after the Minister had been murdered by one of their own but still it was a fairly novel concept. Dedalus frowned a bit. Had he quit? He could still read messages between BOMB members on the journals, so that meant somehow, someway, he was still considered a member. "A couple people begged me to stay on when I said I was quitting, so I said I would," he confessed. "I think... I think they're right that Muggleborns and the like need someone to stand up against all these bloody purists, but they're going about it the wrong way. Blowing shit up ain't gonna get us what we want." He chewed on the inside of his cheek thoughtfully. "Listen, I know what I threatened didn't look good, but I never wanted to hurt anybody. That's not what I signed up for." "So who exactly begged you to stay in BOMB?" Gideon queried. Diggle was quickly approaching becoming the most freely talking member the task force had hauled in yet. "For what did you think you were signing up then? A group that you could roast nuts and sing songs with around a campfire, perhaps?" Gideon had trouble believing people could be that naive but he supposed considering the group that had been attracted to BOMB thus far, anything was possible. "What exactly did you think you would be doing with this group at the beginning?" Dedalus realized he couldn't exactly get away with telling Gideon Charity had asked him to stay. He wasn't about to get her arrested (if she already hadn't been) nor was he going to get her into any more trouble than she might already be in. "I expected it to be like any other sort of Muggle political dissident group. You know, we'd have meetings and bash the government and try to work change through the system - not by destroying the system. A union of sorts, y'know?" he asked, knowing very well the wizard in front of him likely didn't know. "It's not like Ms. Pinkstone came up introduced herself and asked if we wanted to kill the Minister." |