#{ just to clarify and contextualise something i think i left a tad bit vague }

[dis--parity]

Correspondence #4

Directory: PC-2742/External device (D:)/Audio/Reminder-1.mp3 Date of Recording: ████ of █████, 20██ Title: Secret Recording between Dr. Kerata Paterson & Capt. Liam Raynes

“Doc. I’ve made up my mind. It’s gotta be him, and it’s gotta be soon.” “... well then. You definitely didn’t take long coming to terms with that, did you?”

[ Liam pulls up a chair, allowing it to gracelessly scrape across the hardwood floor as he takes a seat. Kerata is quick to follow suit, sat in the plush amaranth silk of her own chair. ]

“Might I ask what spurred this on? You seemed rather hesitant, especially after that deal the major offered you as an out. You don’t have to–”

“The fuckin’ prick- if you saw the way he spoke about- no, treated Garis in and out of the interrogation room, you’d agree. This shit’s all business as usual to him. His method of questioning is not only ineffective, it’s just giving him an excuse to be an asshole.”

“You sound... vindictive, Liam. Don’t tell me this is just down to a personal vendetta. You’ve thought this out, haven’t you?”

[ Liam pauses - the chair still creaking as he adjusts his position, shifting simply from his weight alone. Someone needs to work on his posture - but why do that, he thinks, when it would sacrifice so much of his presence? ]

“Listen. He’s the one who started the Malmo bust in the first place. He’s the one who’s been writing half the files since we’ve been recovering documents from the compound, and the others in New York. MI5 sent over what they found in the Southampton site, and he’s managed all of it. If it gets out, if there’s a leak... all the eyes will be on him.”

“Are you certain? You’re walking out, and leaving a national security panic in your wake, and you’re certain that everybody is just going to turn a blind eye?”

“The families that the Kimuras are good with have got me there. Steve’s got my admission of confidentiality when I leave, and that’s good enough for him. He knows I’m an honest man - and the yakuza will tie up any loose ends, burn any paper trails that might lead back to me. All eyes on Brewer.”

[ Kerata shifts in her seat - a heavy sigh breezes through, the very exasperation in the breath picked up with perfect clarity by the recorder. ]

“Don’t gimme that, doc. You’ve got a hand in this too, remember? I’m sending that message you want me to. Brewer’s gonna chide me for getting too ‘personal’ during an interrogation, I can tell you that much already - but I’ll make it happen. But, again... no guarantees your boy will hear it, or do anything with it. I don’t really see the point, but... fuck, I’m doing this anyway, and I owe you a favour. I’ll give you that lead. Keep tabs on it.”

“And what about Garis? What about... after you’re done with the interrogations? They’re coming back with you, I know, but... it won’t be them, will it? That’s... that’s what worries me. Whoever they were, whoever they’ll become, they might not understand what they’re going through, what your CIA is putting them through.”

“Who said anything about the CIA? It’s not like there’s only one hypnotherapist in the whole world, Kerata.“

“Yakuza again?”

“Bingo. They’ll be safe - and the late Kimura-san’s debt to me will be repaid. Then... we start anew. This... Yeong-Hui Han. Who they were before. As for Garis... who knows what’ll happen to them? Could be erased completely. Could be a well-remembered chapter in the new person’s life, could be forgotten. We’ll just have to see.”

“Liam...”

“Doc.” [ Liam reaches over, and shakes the good doctor gently by the shoulder. ] “They’re safe with me. They will be for as long as they need to be, and I’ll let them know that. As for you... I suggest you give your search a little wait, too. At the very least until the heat dies down, or ‘til this ‘A’ of yours is a little more well-adjusted in life. Who knows what your little puppet show of their lives might do to ‘em?”

“... one more interrogation. Then, all of that. Everything falls into place... and perhaps I can sleep fine at night once again. You can promise me that... captain?”

“... I’m your guy, doctor. You’ll rest easy when you see the news a week from now.

Promise.”

#[REDACTED] The Haemolife Files #{ here's a lil correspondence i was meaning to write! } #{ just to clarify and contextualise something i think i left a tad bit vague } #{ and also just to solidify characters and whatnot } #{ but! i wanted to get this out bc i have work the next couple days and that might stem progress on interrogation 3 } #{ but i'll do my best to get the lead out on that babes }