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*LOG 25

Look, the song? It's kind of scary. I don't find it weird at all but if you don't like being screamed at, then don't listen to it. If you happen to know the band, then they're Ice Nine Kills. If that's any indicator to you about their genre, then you can decide whether to listen to it or not. It plays a vital role in the story, but isn't necessary to hear so no need to worry.
<3 you all.
—Paige

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The only thing worse than death is interrogating someone who refuses to talk.

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Cool air swirled through the darkened room. He shivered slightly, adjusting his sleeves. Isaac frowned as he eyed him. "You okay, Freddie?"

Fredrick nodded, absentmindedly scratching at his scars. "I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

Isaac shook his head before looking back towards the cell. The one way glass was crystal clear, giving them a perfect view of their prisoner. He was human.

His hair was dark and cut cleanly. A five o'clock shadow adorned his chiseled jaw, and his dark brown eyes twinkled in the limited light. He was either Italian, Hispanic, Latino, or Mexican. Fredrick could tell from his darker skin and his features. They had gotten a DNA sample from him and decided the best course of action wild be to see if he showed up in any database. If he did, then they'd be golden.

Fredrick adjusted his glasses. He glanced down at his notepad, tapping the end of his pen against it. He then looked back up at the prisoner.

The prisoner was knocked out cold still, his head hung over. Fredrick sighed. "How much of that anesthesia did Quinn use on this poor bastard?"

Isaac shrugged, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "Who knows. She was pretty upset and just grabbed a vial of it and objected him with it."

"That's...that's most definitely illegal."

The Hispanic shrugged, taking a drink of his coffee. Fredrick sighed, looking back at the prisoner. He could see his chest rising and falling, so at least he was alive. Fredrick leaned towards an array of switches and buttons. He pressed one and watched the screen light up. A cord spilled out of a little hole. Fredrick grabbed it and pulled his phone out.

"What are you doing?" Isaac asked, puking the mug away from his mouth.

Fredrick said nothing as he plugged the aux cord into his phone. He then opened up his music app before selecting the perfect song.

Isaac gave him a weird look. "Dude, no one needs to hear your screamo music. No need to play that crap."

"First off: not crap. Secondly: only the prisoner will hear it. This song is pretty loud. I love it though."

"What's it about?"

Fredrick didn't want to answer. He knew that it was a weird topic to sing about. "It's called Thank God It's Friday."

"Ah, so it's about the weekend then, yeah?"

Fredrick only replied by shaking his head as he pressed play. Isaac's eyes widened. "Wait, what is it about then?"

The bar trucked along as they song played. Fredrick sung it in his head, tapping his foot along to the beats. It probably looked like he was trying to wake his foot up though. He watched the prisoner.

As the song progressed and got more and more angry, the prisoner twitches slightly. By the time it got to the sound bite, the prisoner shot up, his eyes wide. He looked around madly, confusion and fear consuming his handsome features. Fredrick paused the song and then pressed the mic button. "Glad to see you're awake."

The prisoner panted. "Who the hell are you?"

American. His accent gave him away. "I'm the guy who took you down. Now, how about you tell us why you caused such a ruckus at the docks."

"Never." He spat. "Why would I speak to someone like you?"

Fredrick sighed, taking his fingers off the button that controlled the mic. He turned to his companion. Isaac rolled his eyes. "This guys annoying."

"Definitely." Fredrick agreed, looking back at the man.

He was standing up now, his hands still bound behind him. Fredrick pressed down on the button. "Are you comfortable?"

"No, why the hell would you even ask that?" He exclaimed.

The prisoner waited for a response, but Fredrick had already taken his hand away. He felt a vibration in his pocket. He pulled out his communicator and read what he had been sent. His eyes widened as he read the name of the prisoner. Impossible.

Fredrick handed his communicator to Isaac, who looked equally shocked. Fredrick typed in the name of the prisoner and then put it up on the screen. The files danced across the mirror, and the prisoner looked at them. His face paled slightly.

"Tell us, Dylan O'Malley, why you attacked the docks. And, why does this file say that you perished ten years ago?"

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