Interrogation Room A1 - Oliver, Niah, Bonnie, Celestine - Bonnie couldn't help but be curious as to what it was Niah wanted to share with Sparky, but she understood why Niah had stopped talking - they couldn't trust this agent who had walked into the room. He was dressed in a white collared shirt, khakis, and a dark navy jacket with a sword looking logo on the chest that Bonnie didn't recognize. It was unfortunate (or maybe secretly for the best?) that they didn't have Raynor with them - he might've been able to identify it. She didn't touch the coffee that he brought for them, mostly because she didn't trust it not have been tampered with (who knew what sort of drugs this weird 1984 like state would use in interrogations) and she was pregnant - caffeine wasn't great for a developing fetus.
"Actually, the coffee was free - well, one of them was, I finally filled up my stamp card," Agent Woo said, laughing ever so slightly at his own joke. Bonnie kept waiting for some sort of tell, something to tip off that he was the manipulative mastermind Oliver was implying, but she didn't see anything suspicious. He was either an incredibly good actor or just being... genuine? "And oh boy, I can try, but history was not my best subject. I was more of a band geek."
Bonnie couldn't help but do a slight double take as Celestine told the agent about
everything about them, directly contradicting what Oliver had just said and the rest of them had more or less agreed on.
"... Like Celestine said, we're from another reality and we're here on a purely peaceful extraction mission to apprehend two wanted criminals," Bonnie said. Celestine had already come clean, so there was no sense in hiding any information from the agent.
"We're the good guys, agent. As soon as we catch Luminous and Doom, we'll go back to our own reality." Agent Woo paused for a moment, before he started chuckling, shaking his head as he took a sip of his coffee. "I wasn't born yesterday, but nice cover story. It's much more original than what we usually hear. What are you, a Genoshan terrorist cell? As it stands, you're only implicated in the kidnapping of Lana Banner - but if you don't come clean, it'll only get worse for you."
"Lana Banner? We have no idea who that is," Bonnie said, her eyes narrowed slightly.
"We didn't kidnap anyone, if you look at one of the numerous drones you'll see us appear seemingly out of nowhere I suspect, and if you rewind a fair bit, you should see the two individuals we mentioned - Luminous and Doom - appear before us."Interrogation Room B9 - Sparky, Cass, Amelia - "Huh, so if I fought them, teaming up with like Matt and Oliver, it'd be Inhumans versus X-Men right?" Amelia posed randomly to herself. Amelia was confident that that little bit of information wasn't something bad for her to reveal in front of the agent - but to be fair, she more of just said whatever came to her mouth anyways. There was a reason she was a pilot and not an interrogator herself. Of course, the agent seemed just as qualified as Amelia to run an interrogation, as bits of breakfast burrito fell onto the table in front of her and Darcy frantically tried to clean up her mess.
"Honestly, they didn't tell me," Darcy informed Cass with a shrug. "But! I can answer where you are. And if I can't answer, the suits watching the screens better come in here and stop me, as I'M NOT QUALIFIED FOR THIS!" Darcy then fell silent, using her fingers to count down from five. "Well, no one came in to stop me, so you're at S.W.O.R.D.'s HQ - we call it the Keep or well, I call it the Keep since it kinda looks like the tower of a castle and just
Tower sounds kinda laaaame."
"Yeah, Keep is wicked cool, completely agree with you there. I used to think that the keeper in like sports and all had to be born in a castle or otherwise they wouldn't be allowed to have that position, since it's the keeper, not the non-keeper y'know?" Amelia chimed in. She
had taken some mandatory courses on being under interrogation before at the academy and her instructor had more or less recommended to Amelia that her best (and only) strategy would be to ramble away on things completely irrelevant. Amelia could handle that.
"Kaaay, no, but we are going to pick up this plot thread later. What's your star sign? Wait, let me guess - Gemini!"
"Sorry, mate, I'm a virgo actually - naturally a badass and all," Amelia answered.
"What about you... Pisces?" Amelia guessed.
Darcy's eyes widened. "I am! Okay, sorry, getting waaay off topic here. From what they told me, you all were arrested for tampering with the DNA scanners at the metro, fighting the Iron Legion, using powers without a license, and operating without chain codes. So, like, wanna tell me your side of that entire crazy story? Like, how do you get an Avenger, an illegal clone, and a long lost baby alongside the old leader of the Dark X-Men? It's like someone designed what happened with a dart board or something crazy."
Interrogation Room Z11 - Matt, Maria, Raynor, Flynn - Raynor raised a slight eyebrow when Matt mentioned Asgardians taking over Norway - that
had happened in this reality. Raynor had been a part of that. After Ragnarok destroyed their home planet, they conquered a sizable portion of Midgard and resettled, preserving the Asgardian way of life on this planet. The Norns had told them that Baldur would return and Asgard would be remade, but it never happened - so they had to make do. Midgard was as good an option as any.
"Citizens of the Iron are allowed lawyers - terrorists are not. Given that most of your group is part of the Dark X-Men and are wanted for serious crimes against the Iron, including the genocide
he committed, none of you will be getting lawyers," Rambeau said sharply. She pointed at Raynor during her answer and rather than look back at her defiantly, guilt flashed over Raynor's face.
He
had committed genocide here - the very reason he never wanted to return to this place. He liked to think that he wasn't that person anymore, that he had matured and evolved into something better, but he didn't know whether or not that was true. He was the god of lies, but he could still lie to himself.
"You can't make us talk. There are no telepaths in the Iron," Raynor asserted, hoping that things hadn't changed - a little over twenty years ago, all the telepaths on Midgard were mutants.
Rambeau waited for Raynor (and Flynn) to finish, before speaking again. "I see this is going to be the hard way," she said flatly. She didn't give any indication as to what was she was going to do differently now, though. "Why did you teleport to the Iron this morning? Ragnarok, you haven't been spotted in over two decades, and you, our intel indicates that you belong to MI13 across the pond."
"We wanted to get good coffee," Raynor told Rambeau, obviously lying, but he couldn't force her to believe the lie thanks to the collar on him.
"The coffee in Genosha tastes like plants."
