Phil Coulson's first name is Agent. (1stnameagent) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-07-16 20:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, agent phil coulson |
WHO: Agent Coulson and NPC!Obidiah Stane.
WHERE: A prison of some sort.
WHEN: Mid-Tuesday Morning.
WHAT: An interrogation.
WARNINGS:
Coulson had let him stew.
It had been ten hours since the shooting, and the contact had already let Stane know it failed. Phil had actually done that intentionally, since he knew his 'sister' was really a moll for the Russian mafia by this point. Only two hours research had been well spent. The 'sister' had been offered a deal, and she had planted the seed.
The hit had gone off, Pepper Potts had been killed in place of Tony Stark and the gun man had been caught.
And sang like a bird.
Eight hours of stewing in solitary, his lawyers not precisely denied access but the call never made to get them. Stane was sweating.
Which is exactly where Coulson wanted him.
Finally, he walked into the Interrogation Room, Stane sitting opposite him. Coulson said nothing, just examining the other man who was doing his absolute best to put up a brave, arrogant front.
Like Phil had never seen that before. And frankly, he'd seen better.
"Mr. Stane," Coulson started in his calm, level voice that still managed to fill the room. "I'm here to talk about Pepper Potts."
There was the first crack. A twitch in one eye.
"There's been an accident."
The second was a cleared throat.
"We believe you might have some knowledge about it."
Stane's eyes darted from right to left, his fingers digging into the chair. "I don't know what you're talking about. I wasn't involved in her murder."
And Phil just grinned. Gotcha.
"Pepper Potts just left surgery. She's expected to make a complete recovery. Now, Mr. Stane." Phil stood up, leaning over the table with his fingers splayed. "I think you'll want your attorneys."