Apocalyptic Rebirth: With a repairman system space, she rises again.-Chapter 52: The interrogation.

So far, five helicopters had left the Quinn manor and none was carrying Sunshine or Hades. This was because he had decided to take one last bath in the manor before they departed. He had just finished that shower and his hair was still dripping.

"Do you want to take one last bath?" he asked her.

She sent the robot dog which was 70% completed back into the space. "Hades, do you have any enemies in the city?"

Hades leaned against the wall. Enemies, he had made his fair share in his line of business. But, why was she curious about that? "A few." he answered.

She was skeptical about his answer. A few was not right for a man that had come from poverty and grown such a large empire. If he had a few then why did his bodyguards carry weapons? "I just think that I still have space, and you helped me raid Moon’s supplies so I can help you raid from your enemies. Paintings, antiques..."

Hades looked around for his clothes, "I will dress up and drive you to Jon’s house immediately." he run into the bathroom to change like this was more important than the apocalypse.

"Such a child." Sunshine whispered.

When she made the proposal, she had a feeling that Hades would jump on the opportunity to get back at Jon Kingsley.

She vanished into the space for a moment to take an order that she would begin working on later. It was big one, twenty dogs which needed legs repaired one metallic bee and one magnetic umbrella.

"System, I will get on it later, if the clients are willing to wait then I will take the job."

[Noted host. Information will be passed on.]

Meanwhile Prophetess Moon and Pastor Salem were already on the road. They were both inside a private vehicle which belonged to the pastor. Even if the police wanted to take them in their law enforcement vehicles, it was impossible because the dedicated believers would not let them.

They had been urged by their superiors not to escalate what was an already tense situation. So, rather than provoking the believers by taking their pastor and prophetess by force, the police and army officers opted to escort them to the Office of Reconnaissance and National security (ORNS)

They formed a special convoy with police cars and motorcycles riding out ahead as if it was the president’s motorcade. In part, it was because of the secret service SUV’S flanking them on the sides.

The believers followed them. Some on foot and others in cars. Three big buses filled with a congregation continued to sing songs of praise and salvation, as if the they were on the road to heaven itself.

Everywhere they passed, people stared.

More believers were already waiting outside the ORNS offices, waving banners and shouting their support for the pastor. The police had created barricades and swat teams were stand by.

There was smoke in the air from a few burned tires that fire fighters were putting out.

Dozens of news vans were outside, reporters had formed neat lines and many were speaking into their cameras, reporting live from the scene.

Commander Jimmy Moose of the BPD was standing on top of the steps, watching the madness unfold. The situation was tenser than a belt around his waist after buffet night.

"What a day eh!" An officer said to him.

Jimmy twisted his face as his stomach rumbled, reminding him that he had the runs.

"You okay commander?" The officer asked.

The cars they had been expecting arrived and the officer did not get the answer he wanted. Officers and feds rushed out and escorted Moon and Salem into the building quickly, blocking their plan of addressing the reporters on the steps of the ORNS.

The commander started addressing reporters as the two vanished through heavily protected doors.

"Are we under arrest?" Moon asked as they were led into an interrogation room.

One of the five lawyers they had come with looked at Pastor Salem.

He whispered harshly to Moon, "Keep your mouth shut! I will do all the talking especially because you wear your emotions on your sleeves."

Moon’s jaw flexed for a second and she nodded.

They sat down, Lawyers flanked them on both sides and behind them. They were offered water or coffee, which they both turned down.

ORNS agents Craig Ford and his partner Sharon Steep introduced themselves and started the interrogation.

As Craig was the senior agent, he took the lead. "You are here because you made some predictions that are unsettling. Since this matter is urgent, I will get to the point. How did you come by this information?"

Pastor Salem unfolded his lips, closed his eyes and started to mumble.

Moon’s eyes shifted to Pr. Salem who seemed to be praying and she called him an idiot in her mind. He had told her to keep quiet so wasn’t he answering?

"May I remind you both that this is a matter of national security?" Craig mentioned. "Silence and prayers will not work."

Again, both remained silent.

"My clients have committed no crime and the first amendment grants them the right not to answer your questions." Attorney Levi, the head of the church’s legal department responded.

"So why did you come?" Sharon asked them

Attorney Levi thought the answer was obvious. "Agent, your people showed up at the church. A sanctuary. They brandished guns and made it impossible for prayers to be conducted. My clients showed up because they were forced to. And we are going to sue every law enforcement agency that has been involved in this clown show."

"We do not have time for this." President Finch hissed. "Notice how she keeps looking at him, he is the one in charge. Focus your energy on him." He ordered.

Craig got the information through the covert ear piece and he nodded. Just when he was about to ask another question, the door flew open an angry Secretary Ceaser slammed it behind him, locking it with a key.

The protests of everyone else that was watching the interview from behind the glass were pointless.

"The kid gloves are off now that I am here. Listen up you morons, you will answer my questions or I will bless you with pain!" He barked.

Banging on the door was ignored, as were shouts of Ceasar’s name.

"Stand down." He ordered the agents "They are terrorists and should be treated as such." Secretary Ceaser declared.

He ordered them to handcuff and gag the lawyers. When they started making threats, he whipped out his gun. "Sometimes, when terrorists are interrogated, they grab weapons and shoot up. If you know what is good for you, shut up and stay out of this."

President Finch and other law enforcement officers and government officials were shocked. Ceasar was a lunatic and he had lost his mind.

Secretary Ceasar grabbed the pastor’s throat and hoisted him up and then pinned him to the wall. "I am not one of those foolish people that blindly believe all this crap that you are saying. But I know that you know something especially about that damn mist.

If you do not tell me what you know I will take you to Fort slide and personally push you into that mist." The quiet certainty in his voice made it less of a threat and more of an oath.

Pastor Salem had heard all about the mist and the crazy secretary that would do all it took to get answers. He had also heard about Secretary Ceasar’s seizure of government which would be happening soon.

Pastor Salem’s voice broke as his trembling finger singled out Moon. "Her....her words, I only repeated what she said." He fought like a cornered animal for the secretary to let him go.

All eyes both in the room and outside shifted to a pale Moon, she sat stiffened like a statue. "Did you say mist? The mist is already here." She rose in panic, trembling uncontrollably; what slithered out of the mist chilled her to the core to date.

If the mist had already arrived, she needed to hightail it out of the city. But the timing was off. The mist was supposed to come with the meteorites in a few days. Why was it early? What else had she got wrong?

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