Interrogations.
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Jarvinen. Of all the people on the island. He could only think of less than a handful of others that he would have rather not gotten assigned to, the smaller Jarvinen at the bottom of that list. Alex had requested Carlos Jarvinen to be brought down for him, he had to stop by to collect the rest of the doors. The room had been emptied per Alex's request, lest for a few buckets of water, a box of electric equipment, a table and chair pushed to the side of the room and a chair in the middle of it. He walked into the room, an air of calm surrounding him as he placed the heavy tool kit upon the table with a thud before looking at Carlos. Alex pursed his lips, his gaze heavy lidded as he deliberated on how to take the next few steps. It would be perfect if this went easy, just a few questions with a few honest answers. But Alex didn't expect to receive any of that. Of course he had a fail proof back up plan.
Alex pulled the chair over to where Carlos had been strapped down on his own chair, his arms tied on the armrests and his feet to the legs of the chair. Alex double checked all the knots, confident that Carlos was pretty much immobile before speaking. "I'm assuming you know exactly why you're here, yes?" Alex sat down opposite Carlos, leaning back in the chair and folding his arms across his chest. It was easy, maybe too easy to slip into this role. It was one Alex was familiar with. Interrogator, judge, jury; executioner. "Let's not talk pleasantries first, I would prefer to skip all of that and find out exactly what you know about the fire."
If he could get away with this not getting messy, Alex would prefer it, but he also didn’t exactly know this royal well. He wasn’t sure on how quick he would be to speak, of course he seemed the kind to cave under any sorts of pressure, but people have surprised Alex before in the past. He slid his eyes to the toolbox he had carried in that was placed on the table and then looked back at Carlos. "This will go one of many ways, and I'm hoping you'll be cooperative enough for it to go one of the easy ways." Alex drummed his fingers on his chest, his eyes on the Prince. He had interrogated and tortured men and women much older than the royal before him. And all of them with success or until they were incapable of speech. Alex drew in a small breath before nodding at Carlos. "So, what do you know about the fire?"
