Owner	Pose
Oswald Cobblepot	Rick "Rocket" Marcetti. Born in Providence, Rhode Island, to a police detective and a Olympic long jumper. Champion varsity gymnast, served a tour in the Sunni Triangle as an explosives expert, before becoming a CIA driver for a decade in Europe. For the past few years, he's been a known associate of various criminal circles on the east coast, known for his preference for a 1983 Dodge Viper, and his penchant for taking contracts in black operations. Weeks ago, he was captured by Cyberdragon, on an attempted transport of a genetic-profiled pathogen, viral pneumonia, directed at a single, unknown target. A lawyer hired by a philanthropist, with ties to De Beers diamond mining operations in former French-occupied Africa, had gotten him moved to Blackgate, after being sent to Ryker's. He was captured in Bludhaven, hence the legal maneuver. The lawyer was commonly used as a high level defense attorney, dealing with international cases. The Rocket was his highest case to note in recent history. Rocket sits in the interview room, in an orange jumpsuit, with his lawyer sitting next to him. This lawyer is one of Gotham's rotating cast of brilliant legal minds, this particular woman responsible for several defenses involving Two-Face Harvey Dent, and one involving KGBeast. The lawyer, in an all-grey pantsuit without blended fiber, sits beside the client, as they both await the interview team, looking at a two-way mirror with a Blackgate guard standing by the door.
Nick Fury	In the shadows, hidden from most eyes, is the Director of SHIELD himself, General Nicholas Fury. The smoke that seems to obfuscate his appearance further comes from his rich, Cuban cigar that currently dangles from his mouth. The only indication that Fury is even present is the slight glowing ember from the edge of that self-same cigar.     Fury's eyes scan the area, and regards the people present with a calculating air. He looks into the interview room, and frowns. Fury lets Natasha take the lead on this one, happy to be watching from behind the glass. It was better that only those who had bowed to his security clearance and access codes know he was there. For now.
Cyberdragon	Cyber having gotten the contents of the case investigated and analysed discovered the Bio Agent and informted Natasha. John Coltan the Host of the Alien probe tech called Cyber. Had already imagined what technology could do with that degree of Genetic Taloring. Such as assassinate a king, president, or even wipe out an entire genetic blood line. Imagine what the Nazi's could have done if they had it. So right now Cyber had headed to Blackgate after getting word from Natasha she would help him. And he asked her to bring a projector that can display a 3d image if the human brain. Cyber wants to know who the Target is, and more importantly where that agent came from. Being immune to bacterial and virus in their combined form helps. But he started this and desires to finish it. So At Blackgate he is reviewing the data of Rocket and his lawyers. What Rocket doesn't know is he is going to either sing like a nightengale, or Cyber will take the information from him the hard way. So When Natasha shows up he will ask to be directed to Speak with the captive and then when he enters into the room he looks to the Lawyer. "I suggest you get lost Suit. You are not needed any more." Assuming Natasha and other Shield agents follow him in. And he turns to Rocket. "That container held a genetic-profiled pathogen, viral pneumonia, directed at a single, unknown target. So I contacted some higher ups. You Rick Marcetti are going to sing like a Nightingale for them."
Natasha Romanoff	Natasha is one of those who will be going into the interview room. Her intention is to follow Cyberdragon's lead on this one as the consultant has the details. She only knows what he has shared. The projection device he had requested is placed upon the table then she steps back. She's dressed in her work uniform, completely with holsters and weapons. She takes up a casual position against a well, well within view of the supect and his lawyer. She says nothing but there is a coldness about her. She's not going to be the 'good cop' in this scenario. Her purpose other than bringing in the resources to collect the sample and data? She's known among her colleagues as a human lie detector. Her ability to read people is uncanny. If Rocket utters a lie, she will be able to tell. Her gaze shifts to the lawyer for a moment as Cyber gives the ultimatum.
Clint Barton	Barton was just here because the Director was and given that here in this case was a prison in Gotham, it was better to be safe than have your boss turned into a clown faced goon by some acid or whatever it was the nutjobs in this town did. So, while Fury does his shadowy chimney impression, Barton holds up a wall, arms crossed keeping the glass and the door to the observation room in sight. When the kid, aka John, goes in and starts ordering the lawyer around he wrinkles his nose, opining. "Interesting choice."
Melinda May	Not quite as indolent as Barton, May is here as well likely to make sure nothing happens to Fury. Well, and she drove. She isn't leaning against any walls, at least. She's standing in the observation room as well, but where that cigar smoke is not right in her face. It's bad enough that she has to be in the same room with the tobacco. She crosses her arms and waits for the 'show' to begin, knowing full well exactly why Natasha's in there with that kid doing the questioning. And it's only partly to protect the kid.
Nick Fury	Fury removes the cigar from his mouth for a moment, letting the smoke waft across the room. His eyes narrow as he regards the people in the interview room, scouring all of their expressions for the slightest tell. The darkness of the room on the other side of the mirror suited Fury.     "I know Natasha can handle this. She'll get what we need." Fury says, almost to himself. "Pathogens...next thing we'll need to worry about an apocalypse or something. I hate Zombies.." Fury shoves the cigar back into his mouth as his eye flashes with anger.     Turning to look at Barton, Fury nods, and says, "Yeah. I agree. Keep an eye out though. This is serious." Fury appreciates the opinion of Barton AND of Natasha. Both have good eyes.     "Agent May. Watch this "Cyberdragon" kid. I want your expert opinion on him. Something...bugs me about his file. And you know how I hate to be "bugged". You too Barton."
Oswald Cobblepot	The lawyer frowns at Cyberdragon, immediately stiffening at the order to leave. "My client was arrested on United States soil," she says curtly, her face cold and her gaze probing. "He has the right to an attorney during any interrogation, regardless of the charges alleged against him," she continues. "If SHIELD wants to waive American law, be my guest, but you'll have a hard time getting a gag order out of me." Rocket sullenly moves his eyes from Cyberdragon, to Natasha. He gives her a cold, level glare, one spy to another. It's a quiet communication of an important scrubbed mission.
Clint Barton	Clint nods. "Watching's what I do, boss," he confirms, and he does watch. He doesn't have fancy schooling, but he does know how alumni from the school of hard knocks operate, and so he watches this 'Rocket' guy for the most part. And keeps an eye on the suit and John, too. "Cyberdragon?" Clint asks Fury, brow arched. "Kids and their codenames these days." Sure thing, Hawkeye.
Cyberdragon	Cyberdragon is not entirely upto date with American law but knows the rights and issues. He uses that Bladed tail of his to curl around and force Marcetti's head to look at him as he narrows his eyes. "Marcetti, You can tell me I want the name of the Target, the names of the people who ordered the hit and the names and source of who provided the Bio weapon." Lifting up his arm as he says, "Don't lie, I'll know. I have been alive for over twenty thousand years. These agents might even be able to help protect you and start your life over." "The other way is less pleasant, and considering that this type of weapon could be used to genocide an entire population." The Dragon is a perfect blend of Organic and mechanical, Bio mechancical as his face shows incredible emotion almost compassion despite the teeth he has. "I'm getting that information one way or another. The other way is I sedate you, and then." Cyber turns on that holoprojection as it shows the human head, as he adjusts it to Highlight the Hyppocampus as Cyberdragon lifts his finger up. From the end comes a slight whirring and and momenst later what seems like needle comes out moving through the nasal passage. And moments later what appears to be find filliments come out and begin to extend around and through it. "No pain, no awareness. At best you will loose between three and five days short term memory. No knowledge of our conversation. But I'll read your memories like a movie script from your ealiest child hood, to the night of the deal. I've done it before thousands of times. And there won't be anything SHIELD can do to stop me once I have begun. Torture is defined as follows: the action or practice of inflicting severe pain on someone as a punishment or to force them to do or say something, or for the pleasure of the person inflicting the pain particully lasting pain and suffering. No trace no mark, no sign anything was done." Cyber gives great detail of what he can do, and now he turns the projection of leaving his material formed as what appers to be shimmering and shocks of very faint light happen. If Cyber is telling the truth. This means there is no training, no mental disipline that could hide information from him. "I am not with SHIELD, I'm independant."
Natasha Romanoff	Natasha simply watches Rocket, reading that expression, the tiniest of micro expressions. Laser focus as she never moves, never budges. Her expression doesn't change as she simply waits and watches. Listening to the explanation from Cyberdragon of how he intends to get the information gets no outward reaction. Cool and steady, what she is known for. There is nothing to add. Yet.
Melinda May	May merely nods to Fury. Her eyes had already been following the kid Fury has IDed as 'Cyberdragon' more than the others, though she's not outright ignoring them. But then there's that tail. She manages to only raise an eyebrow in reaction, at least. So much for thinking the kid is the one that needs to be protected. She's still prepared to go into that room as fast as the doors will let her. "You knew about that already, didn't you, Director?" Because it's totally like him to NOT share intel with people until absolutely necessary.
Nick Fury	Fury narrows his eyes as he regards "Rocket" and "Cyberdragon" carefully. His mouth moves the cigar from one side of his mouth to the other, almost absent-mindedly. Fury places his hands behind his back, inside his overcoat, and waits for the next stage of this "interrogation".     "Yeah, kids and their codenames. Thanks Agent Barton." Fury frowns. "Next thing you know, someone will be calling themselves "Hawkeye"." Fury smiles to himself.     Fury leans closers as Cyberdragon goes into his spiel. "Interesting..." Fury says, with a deep frown. Fury absorbs every word the man says, and his eyes watch the others present, especially Rocket. "Direct. I like that."     Fury nods as May chimes in, and his eyes never leave the room. Fury stifens slightly as May speaks. "Yes Agent May. I had a suspicion." Which meant, yes, he knew. Fury was not a good sharer, she was right.
Clint Barton	Barton, allows himself to smile. "Already happened, there's two of us now," he says. Enjoy thinking about that one Fury.     Still, that smile doesn't last long as he turns back to watch the interrogation. "Guess in twenty thousand years the guy never heard of Hanns Scharff," Clint remarks, his shoulders tightening as things with the interrogation gets intense. "We all alright with stabbing people's brains?" he asks. "'Cause, I'm having some problems with that."
Oswald Cobblepot	Rocket grits his teeth as the tail wraps around his neck, staring at Cyberdragon's metal face with pure hatred. His arms buck upwards, held in place by manacles attached to the floor between his legs. He breathes hard, and fast, through his teeth, lips curling in anger. "I don't know the target, I make deliveries, I don't even know what the f*** it was for," he hisses, sweating as his adrenaline kicks through the roof and puts him into a fight reaction. He's telling the truth, and he is annoyed, greatly, at something about Cyberdragon. "I'm a transport expert, I'm just a driver." The lawyer stands up from her chair with a start. "An invasive probe?! And my client is the one involved in an international sanction? Who are you, Doctor Doom's little brother?" she barks, slapping her hand down on the metal table. "Don't touch my client, even Batman has the good sense to get putzed every time he thinks he breaks a criminal for information!" She keeps it to herself that anything gained by the probe, since it waives the fifth amendment, would be considered fruit of the poison tree in court. She's not exactly representing Marcetti's interests, either, but Marcetti appears to know that. She's on adrenaline now, too, and the fact that she's playing her hands closely about a client she's representing, pro bono, is suspicious.
Natasha Romanoff	For the first time since entering the room, Natasha moves. She pushes away from the wall and stands, legs slightly apart as her hand goes to the grip of the Glcok on her right thigh. Her eyes are now on the lawyer, reading that oddity in her reaction. Something more there, something that isn't right. " 'dragon, release the man," she orders in a tone the brooks no argument. "We told you that we'd allow you to speak to him due to your participation in the situation. I am here for their protection, not yours. If you continue, I will put you down. If you survive, you will be charged if you force a probe on this man without his permission." Her voice makes it sound like she could do it too.     Her eyes remain on the lawyer. The woman is smart enough to read between the lines so Nat doesn't spell it out. If she doesn't manage to stop the cybernetic entity, he may get his information. He will be charged for the crime, but SHIELD will have their data.
Cyberdragon	Looking to the Lawyer Cyberdragon looks to her. "I was there when the black death ravaged Euorpe. I watched people die slowly, painfully. No It won't be administered in court. But I can use it get to the core of the fruit, find the stem. Work my way up the branch. Find the trunk, and get to the root of the issue." He says to the Lawyer. Her Actions of course have caught the eye of the dragon baring his teeth some. The words from Natasha make the Dragon's tail remove from the man's throat as he says. Of course he recalls the man trying to stab him and not leave a mark. Still the material begins to retract from his finger and then having heard the truth from Marcetti he turns to leave the room. "As you wish, For now Agent." The Truth is John and Cyber are now willing to allow her to handle it as he says. "I'll give you some time Marcetti. Talk with the Agent, right now she is your only friend in the world." And he moves to leave heading to the interrogation room's viewing as he gives a shutter. A mental Question to Cyber from john if that which he said is true, and Cyber confirms it. Once inside the room beside it Cyberdragon says. "I'm willing to take a rep hit to nail the source of the bioweapons." Both to May and Barton. "But I would rather not attempt that probe. But I think she is as viaible a Target as Marcetti is."
Clint Barton	Barton pushes off the wall. "All well and good you're okay with the rep hit on this one, but whatever you want to yell in there about independent you're not rolling solo today, pal," he says getting right in the dragon's face. "Whatever Gestapo crap you decide to pull reflects on all of us." Clint lets out a breath and steps away, rubbing his forehead, he gives a glance to Fury. "Jesus, Fury, where did you dig this guy up, Latveria?"
Melinda May	After watching the less than kosher interrogation tactics, May looks at the young man flatly when he steps into the observation room. She doesn't have to say a thing to voice her opinion on the matter, though, as Barton just did so quite handily. Of course, she's also more pragmatic than her fellow agent and knows that in extreme enough cases that kind of invasive tactic is exactly what they'd use to get intel. It would have to be REALLY effing extreme, though, for her to let it slide. But for now, she merely crosses her arms.
Cyberdragon	"Let me ask you a question Hawkeye, Since when does a thug like Marcetti get a top of the line Lawyer from major international gem companies? She gave her self away, she's protecting her assets, not him. She's the target we need to follow and watch." Cyberdragon tells Hawkeye. The Dragon Shakes hois head and sighs. Yes it was extreme, but it allows for a more diplomatic approach from Natasha.
Nick Fury	"Close enough Agent Barton. Close enough. I think we're done here." Fury tosses the remnants of his cigar in the nearest waste bin and shakes his head. He looks at May, nods subtley, and says, "Indeed." As though that was enough between the two of them.     "Cyberdragon. I think that you need to find that source. Without getting us sued. Remember, everyone has rights. Everyone. That was..." Fury shakes his head again, leaves it at that, and begins to leave. His eyes find Natasha. "We were never here." With that, Fury leaves the building.
Clint Barton	Clint raises a finger to point at the dragon. "No kidding, but given he's a low level hood and she's a high end lawyer, we pretty much put that together without the show in there," he says but when Fury calls a halt, Clint lowers his hand and steps back. "Right, boss," he says to the Director. "I'll drive on the way back," and with that he heads out of the room.
Melinda May	"Like hell you will," May says to Barton's departing back.