Who: Charles and Teja and four very naughty little boys. What: "Interrogation" is what the kids call it these days. Where: Interrogation rooms 334-A and 334-B When: About 2am, directly after This thread. Warning: Violence. Lots and lots and LOTS of violence.
Teja had went upstairs briefly to get Charles favorite supplies, bringing them down in their neatly packed briefcase. He set them down in room 334-A, alongside the requested map of all the bones that were broken in Layla's body, a bottle of brandy, and a fine crystal glass. The room adjacent had a completely dissimilar set of supplies laid out neatly on a table - Teja had gotten himself a tool box that was packed with all sorts of standard tools, a few yards of rope and rubber tubing, three syringes filled with unknown liquid (At least to anyone but him), rubber gloves, and a jar of topical anesthetic.
The rooms themselves were stale, painted cement brick rooms, with CCTV cameras nestled into the corner of their walls, and opposite them were TVs which showed what was happening in the other room. There was also a small speaker in both rooms, which piped music or urgent messages.
Teja had seen the text from Charles that the four little rogues were on their way, and he could barely contain his unmitigated joy. And by joy, the narration means madness.
He popped a lollipop into his mouth and leaned against the wall outside the rooms, just waiting to see the faces of the men that he'd be getting to know very, very intimately over the next few hours.