Altair sat across from Kiara in the dimly lit room, separated only by an old wooden table. He sat still, held in place by Kiara’s fierce glare. Both of them waited for the other to speak, unwilling to be the first to bend. Eventually Altair spoke, fed up with the prolonged silence.
“Why did you ask to speak with me?” Kiara took a moment to continue staring at him, collecting her thoughts.
“You were once a 1-star were you not? Before your time as a government lackey?” Despite his irritation at her wording he nodded. Kiara hummed in acknowledgement before continuing.
“Why then, if I may ask, would you aid in the capture of the figurehead of a revolution aiming to give rights to the group you were once a part of?” Kiara’s voice was low and dangerous. Both of them knew she could not do anything to Altair without being punished but Altair knew exactly how much danger he would have been in were they not being watched.
“Ms. Westwood, I can assure you that my actions had nothing to do with my allegiances to my fellow 1-stars, or with Matthew. I have never wanted to put him in any danger. The be truthful I owe him a great deal, he helped me out of a tough situation. Had it been up to me his fate would be a more peaceful one. Sadly, the cards were never in my hand and like many around us, I am simply following the rules in a game that others play.” A look of realisation appeared upon Kiara’s face as Altair spoke.
“You were one of the 1-stars Matthew gave a job to, weren’t you?” she could see by the look that he gave her that she was right and continued speaking.
“What then, could have driven you to betray someone who had risked so much to help you?” Altair looked conflicted before sighing and answering Kiara’s question.
“They have my family.”
Kiara woke up handcuffed to a metal desk in a cold, grey room. She looked around and saw two small cameras in opposite corners of the room and was surprised to see that there was no door anywhere in sight. She wondered how they had brought her in. One wall seemed to be made of an opaque glass and Kiara guessed that people were watching her from the other side of it. She steeled her jaw and stared at the glass, resolute and unwavering. A minute or so later, a part of the wall retracted before sliding to the side. Kiara turned from the glass wall to see a woman walk into the room. The woman sat in front of Kiara on a chair on the opposite side of the table.
“Kiara Westwood, second in command to Matthew Sinclair, resident medic at 1-star facility 2, ex-heart-surgeon at Pinecrest hospital. It says here you were on your way to becoming the leading heart-surgeon in the country but were excommunicated due to complications.” The smirk on her face when she drawled the word excommunicated showed Kiara that contrary to her tired tone, the lady enjoyed Kiara’s suffering.
“Our file on you has grown considerably large during your sedation the past few days. I must say when I first heard that you were taken in place of mister Sinclair I was quite angry. Over the past 48 hours however, I have grown positively elated. We have sent new spies to infiltrate your hopeless revolution and it seems that without you, mister Sinclair has no idea how to control the 1-stars. Failed raids have led to the incarceration of over 40 1-stars yesterday alone.” The ladies voice grew positively gleeful by the end of her explanation. Kiara refused to believe the ladies words but a part of her knew how large a part she had played in planning the raids and feared that there might be some truth to the ladies’ words. She knew however, that if there were any truth to the slanderous words, Matthew would soon overcome them and the revolution would once again be in full effect.
Hey! So this post took a little longer to post because I was planning the rest of the story after changing it. I’ve planned most of it by now and the rest of the uploads should go up on schedule! What do you guys think? Is Kiara’s interrogator telling the truth about Matthew? Hope you enjoyed this instalment in Uniform and come back tomorrow to read the next part!