Play@YSDC

-What do you mean you din't have a choice? Was someone blackmailing you?
OOC: Should Melinda roll Psychology to understand anything she can or roll Persuade to make the other tell the true?

In the Stryker-
"It was Dauterive," said Carolyn with a shudder. "If I hadn't gone along, he'd have killed me...or gotten someone else to do it. He told me there were lots of people here who shared his views, but he wouldn't tell me who they were."

OOC,Yes, [b]Melinda[/b], please roll Psychology.

Melinda seems to understand very well the other motivation.

http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4249024/

In the Stryker-

Melinda Christie,[b]Melinda[/b] could easily tell that [b]Carolyn[/b] was lying through her teeth. She was a true believer in her cause and a willing partner with [b]Dauterive[/b]. The way she lowered her eyes and covered her mouth whenever she lied were obvious tells. Now that she'd been caught, she was just trying to save her own skin by hanging [b]Dauterive[/b] out to dry. She was also lying about not knowing who the other members of their group were. [b]Melinda[/b] was sure [b]Carolyn[/b] would sell them out in a heartbeat if it meant saving herself.

Melinda says to the lieutenant in a whisper so Wagner doesn't hear her:
-She is lying, she wasn't forced to anything and she know others, but she would do anything to save her own skin.
Then to Wagner:
-Are you sure you dont't now anyone? I mean, that guy must have slipped some names sometime...

In the Stryker-
Laura nodded almost imperceptibly, but she said nothing in response.

"I'm not sure..." said Carolyn. "Maybe he said something. I'll have to think back and try to remember. But I want a deal before I say anything. In writing."

"That's up to people with a higher pay grade than me," said Laura. "Don't worry, you'll get your chance to talk to them."

-Do you have family or friends outside?
OOC: Melinda is trying to distract Wagner to see if she can establish better her personality.

In the Stryker-
"I don't even know anymore," said Carolyn, lowering her head. "They could all be dead for all I know. What about you? Do you have anyone?"

Melinda Christie,[b]Melinda[/b] could tell that [b]Carolyn[/b] was genuinely feeling depressed. As far as [b]Carolyn[/b] was concerned, the world as she knew it had ended and her life was ruined.

In the Stryker-
"Yeah," said Carolyn. "You've practically got it made in what's left of this world." She slumped over.

Melinda shuts herself, she doesn't know what to say anymore.

In the Stryker-
A few minutes passed before the vehicle came to a halt. "We're here," said Lt. Wyatt, opening the rear hatch. "Everyone out."

Melinda leaves the vehicle, relieved.

Oustide the Security Center-
Everyone emerged from the Stryker. There were quite a few Security Forces troopers stationed here guarding the entrance to the Security Center. There was a perimeter set up around the large, squat building, but the Stryker had already passed inside it. It was parked just outside the front entrance, where there was a cluster of guards.

"Prisoner for Colonel Smedley," said Lt. Laura Wyatt, indicating Carolyn, who she held by the arm. She glanced back at Melinda and Harvey. "They're going to need to pat you down. Standard procedure, but it's just a formality."

-Ok- Says Melinda.
The army still continue the routine like if everything was ok. Well, at least it was better than being eat by zombies.

Outside the Security Center-
A few of the guards came over. A female MP patted down Melinda and Carolyn - although Carolyn was a prisoner and had no doubt been searched already, they were nothing if not thorough - while one of her male colleagues searched Harvey. Finding nothing, they let Lt. Laura Wyatt lead the group inside.

In the lobby-
There were more MPs posted here standing at attention, and there was a metal detector at the entrance. It beeped for Lt. Wyatt and the other MPs (except for Carolyn), but it was silent for the civilians. At the far end of the lobby, a hallway led into the building's interior. Laura led them down it, past an intersection, and to the end of the hall, where there was a door with a nameplate that read "Lt. Col. Smedley, Chief of Security." She knocked on the door. "Sir, it's Lt. Wyatt. The prisoner and the civilians are here."

"Enter," said a deep voice from the other side.

Laura opened the door and gestured for the others to enter ahead of her.

Melinda enters a bit nervous.

In Smedley's office-
Harvey walked in right behind Melinda. Carolyn was then escorted in by her three former comrades, and Laura brought up the rear. She closed the door behind them and stood at attention beside it, saluting the colonel. The other MPs also saluted.

In the middle of the office was a large desk with a computer, telephone, papers, and more typical office equipment neatly arranged on its surface. Behind the desk sat a tall white man in his fifties with white hair and a mustache to match. He wore a uniform with numerous medals on his chest and silver oak leaves on his shoulders. There were bookshelves along the left and right walls, and at the back was a window that had a view of a well-manicured lawn behind the Security Center. Four chairs stood not far from the door facing the desk, two on the left side and two on the right.

"As you were," said the man, returning the salute. "Ms. Christie, Mr. Bennish, I'm Lt. Colonel Darren Smedley, commanding officer of the base Security Forces and fourth in command overall at this base."

Melinda salutes the officer, unsure how to do it. It's the first time she is in a formal situation with high ranking officers.

In Smedley's office-
"You don't need to salute, ma'am," said Smedley. "Only members of the military need to do that, and you're a civilian. But I do appreciate the sentiment. Tell me a little about yourself."