Interview with a Hellhound (Gi/Akh/Gamer group)

[Special Agent Cox]

Jesse Cox eyed the clock as it slowly ticked away from his seat, waiting patiently for the people he was waiting for to arrive. Today was the day he had been waiting for a long time now. The day that he would finally finish his first real case. It had been a long and difficult journey to get to this point, but soon everything would pay off in the end. Jesse couldn’t help but feel excited about it all. He and his gang of oddball agents had been through a lot just trying to solve this case that he was sure they wouldn’t be able to do. They had run into so many dead ends trying to track down the suspects, he even got hurt trying to capture one of them (he was still wearing a cast after that last fight). But in the end he and his friends caught two of the suspects. The man had felt so relieved after Gil had been captured, and learning that Akeelah had been found too (though hidden from him) made him feel more at ease about it.

All that was left now was the interrogation. While his friend John had had his own private chat with Guillotine, and he had heard Akeelah’s version of the story today was suppose to be the official questioning that would help decide the fate of all those involved in the case…Or at least the fate of the Hellhound. Gil was the only official suspect that the group had captured. TB, Spoon, and Nova had insisted not to bring the girl in till after Guillotine was dealt with, so Jesse wasn’t going to drag the shapeshifter into this yet. That was fine with him; he already heard from the girl, it was Gil that he was more interested in. Out of the three suspects Guillotine was the most dangerous, and the most difficult to handle. Questioning Gil would be almost as hard as trying to capture him, minus getting mauled of course.

But unlike their second fight Jesse was prepared for this. He had mentally prepared himself for this day for a week now. There would be no bullshit taken by him today, and he would not lose his temper with the hellhound either. Today he was going to be calm, cool, and collected. He would challenge the little monster till he admitted the truth, and if that didn’t work, he had another weapon up his sleeve. Jesse’s thoughts drifted to his best friend. He had to wonder how John was doing with trying to pick up Akhtar. Agent Biscuit had volunteered to take the wizard prince into the agency to join them. More so to help the prince get the answers he seeked too, but also to help them get what they wanted if Gil gave them too much trouble. Akhtar at least knew how to make Gil talk, that was one of the reasons why Jesse had suggested bringing him down here.

Jesse heard the door to the interrogation room open and turned his gaze from the clock just as two guards dragged Guillotine into the room. Jesse greeted the men as they entered the room. He watched as they strapped poor old Gil in the seat opposite and waved them goodbye as they closed the door behind them. The men were a little ahead of schedule it seemed but that didn’t bother Jesse much. He wasn’t going to start the real party till his partner showed up with Akhtar. But he wasn’t going to just sit there silently now that Gil was in the room. “Good Afternoon Gilly.” The man beamed at his captive audience. “You look a little worse for wear but otherwise alright. How’s the leg?”It was too tempting not to act like a smartass with the guy that threw a dead girl in his face and broke his arm and Jesse was hard pressed not to act on his impulses, even if it would come back to bite him in the ass later.

[Guillotine]

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[atrb=background,http://i1260.photobucket.com/albums/ii566/fogbeam/GilsMid.png] He knew he should have killed those damn agents while he had the chance. Guillotine couldn’t take this much longer. With each passing second the male seemed to slip further and further into an insane abyss that dwelled within his own skull. His tall frame swayed from side to side like a wild animal trapped behind the steel cages of a zoo; wishing with every fiber of their being that they could be free once more. Unfortunately, fate managed to bring him the opposite. There he sat, in a dark windowless room. The only possible light crept in from a tiny crack that lay under the steel door that barred him from freedom. Gil didn’t quite understand why the guards didn’t fix the lights in his room. The damn bulbs went out ages ago. Ever since they labeled him dangerous, he has gotten less and less attention. Then again, who could blame these humans? Gil did have a bad habit of biting others. To combat this, he would continue to stay behind the steel door, Alone; with no one to talk to but himself, and the occasional flea. Ah yes, this damn room reeked of mold, and a stale wet dog smell. Oh this room, this dark unforgiving room. Gil couldn’t stand to be sitting for so long. He always wanted to be on the move, and now that he was forced to be stationary his mind began to crumble away like a newspaper in the rain. A beast like him didn’t belong in a cage. Hellhound where never meant to be locked away. Being held in captivity, locked away from the world did terrible things to Gil’s psyche. At one point the male nearly had a nervous breakdown. The added stress caused Gil to stop eating, and then the night before last the male finally snapped. Thrashing around and yelling wasn’t the best thing to do. Attempting self-harm didn’t help either. The guards had to barge into the cell and restrain him. Needless to say, it didn’t make him look any better in the eyes of the agents. Not many wanted to venture into Gil’s chamber because of this. It had been too long since Guillotine had last felt the gentle touch of fresh air, or grass beneath his feet. Most of all he missed the sun’s warm rays. Being locked away in this prison really did a number on him, not only mentally but physically as well. The male had grown sluggish upon entering this cell. With the lack of natural sunlight his body had grown weak. So much so that he couldn’t muster the will to fight back against the guards that watched over him. After the first few weeks he just gave in and went along with them. Besides He knew better now. Fighting with the guards would only lead to a swift kick to the face. The male couldn’t afford to lose another tooth. Gil sat there in the darkness, with his back turned to the steel door. He wasn’t expecting to get out anytime soon. No, he was sure the agents where going to leave him in there to rot. He continued to sway from side to side until the steel door slowly opened. The next thing Gil knew he was out in the hall, being dragged to another room. The guards had a tight grip onto his orange jumpsuit. Guillotine’s eyes squinted as the harsh light in the hall nearly gave him a headache. He limped along with his leg brace. At this point in time, the destination didn’t matter to Gil. He really didn’t want to go back to that dreadful room. Finally after a quick trip through the halls the guards dragged Guillotine into another room. This new place looked homier than his cell. It didn’t take long for Gil to find out that this was the interrogation room. As soon as his forest green eyes caught the sight of Jesse his hair began to stand on end. The agents had taken extra precautions with the hound. They forced the male to wear a spit guard twenty-four seven. Guillotine had a bad habit of biting people. The male was equipped with rather sharp teeth even in human form. So all it took was one mistake by a passerby and they could easily loose a finger. Gil wasn’t shy about showing off his fangs either. The first time coming to the PIDA, he managed to take a plug out of someone upon entering the surgery room. After being strapped down to a chair the Guards made their leave. The beast just sat there, his emerald eye glared daggers into Jessie. Upon hearing Jesse’s little pet name for him Gil’s sensitive ears twitched with annoyance. How dare this man call him something so…innocent? The amount of hatred Gil had for this man couldn’t be summed up in mere words. Not only was his voice annoying, but what he said seemed to rub the beast the wrong way. Pissed, Gil finally managed to fight against the restraints as a loud growl bellowed forth from his chest. This was the best answer Jesse was going to get. Being locked away in a cage did bad things to Gil. The male’s chest began to rise and fall at a rapid pace, almost as if he had begun hyperventilating. Just the sight of this man prompted rage. Jesse was the last person he wished to see. Oh how he would just love to take a bit out of his other arm. Pity he would never get the chance too. Finally, the male gained the will to speak. "I should have killed you when I had the chance.” The male said as he danced around Jesse’s question. He was far too proud to give Jesse the answer was looking for. However, Gil’s knee was still paining him. He hadn’t received his pain meds today. Unfortunately, the pain of his injuries wouldn’t help in this situation. “You are a worthless mortal…” This was the last thing Gil said. The male continued to look into Jesse’s eyes. In the hellhound world an intense stare like this would be a challenge. Words;; 1,030 Tags;; Jesse, Akhtar, Gamer pplz Muse Level;; High Inspiration&&Song Inspiration&&OOC Notes;; Sorry if this post is a little off. It's late XD This awesome table was made by Mental <3

[Special Agent Cox]

Time behind bars definitely did the hellhound little good Jesse soon discovered. It had been some time since he had last seen Guillotine in the flesh. It had felt much longer than two weeks since their last fight. The last thing that he remembered of the vicious looking brute was that annoy arrogant face, but now? The man looked absolutely pathetic. What had once been a cocky strong looking young man was now reduced to a twitchy looking mess. His appearance caught Jesse by surprised. Sure he had heard that Guillotine had been put in solitary confinement shortly after his talk with John, but somehow he just couldn’t picture the guy falling so hard. Gil was tougher than that wasn’t he? Jesse could’ve felt sorry for the poor guy if he didn’t hate Guillotine so much. A smile appeared on the older man’s face before he even noticed what he was doing. It was hard to feel any sympathy for someone who was so vicious. The way he saw it Gil got what he was coming to him, why should he feel bad?

Soon enough the two men were alone. Jesse wasted no time in acting like a smart ass with his captive. It wasn’t the smartest move on his part to act so cocky with someone so dangerous even if they were bound but he did so without a second thought. Of course the reaction he received was anything but pleasant. Gil’s reaction had been expected, hell, he even enjoyed it. The man chuckled when Gil growled at him and even laughed when he tried to insult him. “Should have killed me? I thought you were trying to do that the last time we met.” He replied. “Well let that be a lesson to you to not toy with your food. It might come back to shoot you in the kneecaps am I right?”

“It must really hurt to know that you got your ass handed to you by a pair of ‘worthless’ humans doesn’t it? If I am the worthless, pathetic one here I wonder what that makes you?” the man rubbed in. If Gil wanted to start calling him names then he could play the same game too. It didn’t matter to him what the hellhound called him. He could call him every name in the book and he would barely bat an eye. “Don’t worry buddy, I understand that you are upset about what happened. So if it’d make you feel better you can insult me, cuss, growl, or do whatever you feel like while you are here. It’d do you some good to let it all out now while we wait for my partner to come in so we can get down to the real reason I have got to sit here and stare at your ugly mug for the rest of the day.”

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The black Mercedes followed behind TB's car as he led them to the P.I.D.A headquarters. The day had finally come for Akhtar to go and interview Gil. He had been a bit nervous about it all. He had to be honest with himself in that regard. The Prince wasn't afraid of what would happen but he was nervous to hear Guillotine answer all the questions he had been wanting answers for. This was a long time coming indeed. Khan eyed Akhtar from the rear view mirror for a few moments as they sat at a stop light before they were to proceed onto the expressway. He had the urge to question the man whose life he had been charged with to protect but he decided against it. He wasn't necessarily a fan of Gil's. He felt Akhtar went out of his way far too much to try and protect him.

Akhtar's reputation could be ruined by Gil's antics but thankfully Akhtar had great damage control...aka magic. Akhtar had cast many a powerful spell to keep Gil out of harms way but now he couldn't do that. There was no way to help Guillotine. Akhtar had, had enough of the entire thing. The wizard looked out the window and sighed loudly before groaning. He said to Kahn, "We're not there yet?!?! How long does it take?!?! We should have been there by now!" While he may be a prince he was still your typical young adult...He hated taking long rides. Khan shook his head at him and said,"We will be there soon enough." Khan remained calm as always and continued driving.

Sighing Akhtar returned his attention back to the window. He was ready to get this over and done with. His phone vibrated in his lap and he looked down to see it was one of his employees letting him know that they had opened the stores up and everything was running smoothly. He smiled to know that there was something going right so far. Not knowing how much longer he would be on the expressway for this ride he placed his headphones in and zoned out....

[Agent 00 Biscuit]

Johnathan Blaine knew that today was going to be a long one. The weeks that the british sangerinde had to work at the top secret government agency called the PIDA always felt that way. But today was a little different from his usually routine. Today was the day that he and one of his fellow teammates would be questioning the homicidal manic Guillotine. It was a long time coming; his group had been waiting for this day for a long time (though most of them probably wouldn’t be in to participate in it). The process was bound to be tricky, though John had gotten the hellhound to speak to him before that had happened when the beast was at his most vulnerable, and he had a useful tool to force a small confession out of him. Today would be far different. Gil had had the chance to recover; he would be stronger and more arrogant than before. And Totalbiscuit couldn’t mention Akeelah at all. It would be harder for him to get the finer details he needed on the case from the suspect.

But that was an issue that he would have to deal with once he got there. The first problem he had to deal with was to get to the place. The drive to headquarters had always been something that he hated. The PIDA base was a far way from home, and getting through morning traffic was a bitch. And it didn’t help that for the first time today he had to lead someone else there. John glanced at his rear view mirror to check on his company. Just as he had promised the last time that they met, John was escorting the wizard prince Akhtar to his headquarters. A part of him still did not like the idea of taking the prince out to this interrogation. Akhtar had little to do with the case; he was an outsider whose presence could easily lead him and his partner in trouble. That nagging voice that told him that taking the man was a stupid plan had grown smaller since they first met but the man couldn’t help but feel nervous about the whole idea.

This plan of Jesse’s better work he thought as he continued down the familiar road back to base. If it wasn’t for Jesse’s idea none of this would have ever happened. It was his idea to bring the prince along in the hopes that they could get Guillotine to speak honestly to them sooner than they could achieve on their own. For Jesse’s sake he had better be right. Though TB had his own plans to help cover for at least his partner’s butt, it would all be pointless if things didn’t go as Jesse expected. It took a little longer than he would’ve liked but eventually they made it to their destination. John parked his car and got out of the car to wait for the prince and his driver to make a stop. He smiled at Akhtar as the younger man stepped out of his car. “This is it.” He said, gesturing to the building ahead of them. “You ready to get this over with?”

[Guillotine]

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[atrb=background,http://i1260.photobucket.com/albums/ii566/fogbeam/GilsMid.png] Guillotine nose flared as the smell of the plastic spit guard streamed into his nose. Agents had to change it out every so often. Here they provided the hound with a plastic one that couldn’t be easily removed. A look of disgust washed over Guillotine’s handsome face. The nasty aroma was nauseating. He wished he could take it off, but the agents weren’t having it. For a brief moment, Guillotine thought back to what Havoc had once said about humans. Perhaps, in some ironic twist he was right. Maybe Gil was a fool to ever trust humans? Guillotine looked on, his brow furrowed. He continued to give Jesse a challenging glare. These humans were the reason why he was locked up in the first place. If Jesse and John hadn’t found him that day he wouldn’t be in this mess. No, he would still be free! It was their fault he’d ended up here right? They were to blame! Gil truly didn’t understand why killing a human was such a big deal. There were plenty of people to go around. Hell some might even argue that the race was overpopulated. Picking off a few weak stragglers wouldn’t hurt the population as a whole, right? So why was he in so much trouble? Of course it was like the brute to blame others for his suffering, rather than taking on responsibility for his actions. The arrogant beast was pulled from his thoughts as Jesse replied to his previous statement. His words sparked anger within the young hellion. Oh, how he wanted to tear that smug agent apart! Gil struggled with his restraints once more. Apart of him actually thought if he pulled hard enough the restraints would come loose. Oh, how wrong he was. With anger and sheer rage filling his cranium, the male continued to yank and pull his arms. Right now he looked a bit like a fish out of water. Flailing and straggling in his chair like some child that was throwing a temper tantrum. Gil really was childish in this sense. What finally quieted the beast was an act of sheer irony. All his struggling pulled a muscle in his arm. The male had fought his restraints so much that he actually managed to pull something in his right arm. Guillotine winced, before a low yelp streamed from his hidden mouth. He finally stopped his flailing. Instead he continued to hyperventilate while glaring at Jesse. Guillotine bared his fangs, though Jesse wouldn't be able to see them because of the spit guard. “You wouldn’t be so high and mighty If I wasn’t strapped into this chair!” He roared between pants. He wasn’t having Jesse’s shit. Gil would continue this meaningless argument just to get under Jesse’s skin. Unfortunately, Gil’s efforts where useless, and he knew it. The beast was far from calm. He was determined to anger the agent; which wasn’t the best thing for him to do. Gil didn’t let up on his snarly attitude. “You seem to forget I was the one who broke your arm. “ Both contestants in this battle of wits where armed to the teeth. Well, Jesse and Gil did have one in thin common; they loved to get on one another’s nerves. “If it wasn’t for that John bastard you would be dead by now.” Gil then stopped and mulled over what to say next. His inflated ego never let up. “Ah yes, I’d be enjoying your tasty flesh now wouldn’t I? It doesn’t take a lot to crush a human’s skull.” Jesse then mentioned he would be there all day. Gil rolled his forest green eyes and released a snort. Great, he’d have to spend the whole day with this irritating man. “Just leave, you would be doing both of us a favor…” Despite wanted this man gone, there had been a question eating at him this whole time; though he had been too stubborn to ask about it. This question was about Akeelah. Apart of him feared the agents would use this against him as well. Being locked away, Gil had plenty of time to think about his actions towards his mate. He wished for some sort of closure. The brute was truly worried for his ex. He could recall what the doctor said the last time he saw her. There was a possibility that she could be pregnant with his child. Gil had a lot of time to mull this over, and the more he thought about it the less ridiculous the idea seemed to be. Not only as Akeelah possibly pregnant but she was with several agents the last he heard. He hoped they were treating her well, if not. There would be hell to pay. Words;; 775 Tags;; Jesse, Akhtar, Gamer pplz Muse Level;; High Inspiration&&Song Inspiration&&OOC Notes;; Murrrrrrguuu This awesome table was made by Mental <3

[Special Agent Cox]

Watching Guillotine flail about like a fish out of water was just too funny for the older looking man. It was amazing that Gil hadn’t given up trying to break free yet. The hellhound had been in captivity long enough that he would’ve thought that the guy would know when to give up. But whether it was out of sheer determination, or sheer stupidity Gil still fought. Jesse couldn’t really blame him though, if he was in the same position he would still be fighting, though he’d keep that up only when he knew that there was a slight chance that he could break out. “Be careful there Gilly, you are going to hurt yourself if you keep that up.” He warned, and sure enough after a moment of pointless flailing Gil yelped in pain. “Oh, ouch. I told you so.”

Guillotine didn’t find this funny, the male started to glare back at him which only made Jesse smile. As dangerous as the brute was Jesse wasn’t worried about him. Even if he could break free the beast was in no condition to fight. He was weaker than he was before; his leg was still messed up so he couldn’t go far no matter how hard he pushed himself. It wouldn’t take much for Jesse to overpower him in the end. Hell, he didn’t even need to use his powers to keep the hound at bay, the gun he had on him was good enough to protect him if things came to that. But it wouldn’t come down to that, that much he was certain of. Gil seemed to notice that too because he was quick to point that out. What the hound said didn’t bother him in the least, he did have a point. The man shrugged. “It helps knowing that you can’t do shit to me, I won’t lie.” He replied. “But I don’t need you to be all chained up to treat you like the jerk you are.” Jesse had always been too thick-headed to not act like a fool even if he didn’t have any sort of edge against his enemies. This time would be no different.

Jesse chuckled again when Gil mentioned how he had broken his arm. “If I had forgotten about that then I wouldn’t be half the dick I am being to you now.” What Gil said next did knock a little bit of his mood down but even that didn’t seem to faze the man much. “You’re right, he saved my ass back there.” He admitted. “John is my partner; he was there to cover for my ass when I failed to beat you on my own. I am not going to lie; you would’ve won that fight if he didn’t have my back. But that doesn’t mean that if there was another fight between us that you would’ve won.” The man smiled again as he looked back at the furious hellhound. “You remember our first fight? We were on more even ground then. If it hadn’t been for your little friend you wouldn’t have gotten away.”

“I might not be the luckiest guy around with the powers I have, but when things do work out for me I can kick all sorts of ass. So don’t underestimate me, or else it might be you who gets a few bones broken this time around.” Would he really win another round against Gil? Who knows? Maybe he really did have what it took to beat the hounds smug little butt, maybe he was just blowing it all out his ass, he didn’t know. So long as he could use his powers correctly then he could really become a force to be reckoned with. But for that he had to master his gifts. John was right; Jesse needed to train with his abilities. It was the only way that he could get better and prevent someone like Gil nearly killing him ever again. The topic moved on eventually, Jesse told Gil that they were going to be seeing each other for awhile for the day. Naturally Gil didn’t like hearing that; he even went as far as to tell him to just leave. “Sorry Gilly, that I cannot do.” He shook his head as he explained. “You see there is a reason that you have been held in solitary confinement for awhile. You are here because we are not done with you yet…I am sure that my partner told you in his last visit that we’d have to question you about the big incident you caused, you know, the whole reason we were after you and your little friends in the first place. Today we are going to have you sit down and talk to us to get the whole story, and we will sit here all day till you do if it comes down to that.”

“But not right now. We have to wait till he gets here.” Jesse took a look at the clock above Guillotine’s head. “We only have a few minutes left till he comes in with a visitor, then we can begin.”

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The young Egyptian stepped out of his car as Kahn held the door open for him. He stood up and fixed his black sport jacket and shaking his leg to fix the cuff of his pants. He said, "Thank you Khan...I will call you when I am ready." Khan bowed his head and said, "Yes sir..." The two had been keeping up this act for the longest. No one would know that Khan could literally rip someone's head off of their shoulders if he wanted to. He was assigned as Akhtar's personal Royal Guardsman and took his job seriously. In the brief moment that they were there he had already taken in a great deal about the place. He wanted to make sure the Prince was safe at all times. If something happened to him both Jesse and TB would have to answer to him.

As he stood there gathering himself TB walked up to him and asked if he were ready to get this over with. Akhtar nodded curtly, "Yes...no time like the present, right?" Akhtar really didn't know how he would react to seeing Gil. There were many unanswered questions. The only difference this time is that he wasn't helping Gil get out of trouble. Gil had caused enough havoc and now was the time for him to answer for it. Akhtar had to constantly warn him that he could not go around killing people as if he were in the underworld. This was the human world and here, even in his own magical kingdom, killing another person was forbidden. Sure many would say well...it wouldn't be so bad if you killed another potential killer or a murderer...heck many would probably turn a blind eye.

This wasn't the case for Gil. He killed whomever he felt deserved to die...or whoever he could seduce and get a bit of pleasure on his end and them a bit of pleasure and death. Akhtar had no more patience for Gil and was ready for him to understand the consequences of his actions. He constantly had little to no regard for anyone but himself and the young royal was no longer turning his head to his actions. Gil was no facing the mess he created head on. If Akhtar knew nothing else he knew Gil was PISSED. The wizard knew Gil was calling them all kinds of foul names and trying to intimidate them but they weren't having it.

Akhtar silently applauded them. They were his new allies and he would stand with them against Gil. He wouldn't allow them to out him down of course but they would all come to an agreement on how to deal with Gil. Killing him wasn't the answer. He wouldn't even bat an eyelash at the thought of death. That was the difference between them and Akhtar...He truly knew how to deal with Gil in particular while they just dealt with ALL criminals using broad standards. He looked to TB and said, "Shall you lead the way?"

[Agent 00 Biscuit]

The trip to the PIDA headquarters may have taken longer than John would’ve liked it to, but they had made it here on time. It was a good thing that the agent had gone to escort the prince as early as he did. If there was one thing that John hated it was to be late, especially for something like this. The more time that they took to get into the interrogation room, the more agitated both Jesse and Guillotine would get. John knew both men well enough to know that no good would come from leaving them in a room alone together. Jesse no doubt was probably in the room rubbing in their victory in the hellhound’s face. Jesse had never forgiven the beast for taking a good bite out of him, and for all the damage he had caused during their long chase. Jesse could be a real smart ass even at the best of times, but he was worse when he really didn’t like someone. Guillotine was naturally an annoying little prick as well. John remembered quite well the creature’s attitude towards him when they had their one on one meeting. Gil’s insults didn’t faze Totalbiscuit at all, he had endured worse on youtube, and on a daily basis, and so had Jesse. But Jesse’s tolerance had its limits and the last thing any of them needed was that hot-head getting upset.

Once they both parked their cars John made his way over to his guest, and asked him if he was ready to go. It looked like everything was in order now; all they had to do was step inside and get this over with. “Of course, right this way.” With that the pair walked towards the building. So far so good, but the hardest part of this arrangement was not over yet. Now that they were there they may need to deal with the guards. Because of the kind of work his agency did they had to have some form of security to protect their secrets. There was always at least one guard at the entrance that checked the agents ID before letting them through. It wasn’t unusual for an agent or two to bring in a guest. But most of those guests were either there for questioning, or as a potential recruit. Akhtar wasn’t here for either of those things. It would be trickier to explain his presence here if he was forced to. But he was prepared for that if necessary; even still, the brit hoped that things didn’t come down to that.

John stopped in front of the entrance and turned to Akhtar for a second. “Follow my lead, and don’t say anything unless asked, okay?” he said. John had some confidence that the prince wouldn’t say anything stupid but he didn’t want to take his chances here. Taking a deep breath TB opened the door and stepped inside and turned his attention to the guardsman behind a desk. “Morning Fred.” He greeted the older gentleman as he handed over his badge.

“Mornin’” the guard replied; he slipped John his badge back before noticing the prince. “Who’s this?”

“This is Akhtar Zuelma, he’s my guest for the day.” The guard frowned as he looked the Egyptian prince over in silence, for a moment. John was about to say more when the guard finally muttered ‘go on’. John moved on, making sure that the prince was following along. Once they were far enough away from the entrance did TB breathed a short sigh of relief. “That went better than I had expected.” At least coming in wasn’t too difficult. Now there was little that could get in their way to the interrogation room. The worst that could happen would be well after today. That much he could deal with. “Now, before we go in I must warn you that you may not like what you see with Gil.” He warned. “I haven’t seen the man after I talked with him the last time, but from what I heard he was put into solitary confinement soon after that, because he kept trying to bite anyone that came near him. I hope you don’t think too badly of us for how he’s been handled.”

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Akhtar followed TB into the building. He looked around inspecting everything. It looked like you typical government building, nothing special. He followed as the agent led him to what he called the check point. He remained quiet the entire time never once speaking. He didn't want to speak and then all hell break loose. He was here to do a favor for Jesse and TB. Gil had to finally be held accountable and today was that day. How could he be so reckless and not think they would catch up with him. Not only had he killed many people but he also injured a government agent. Things were not looking good for him. There was truly nothing Akhtar could do. He had his hands tied. It was different when there was nothing that could truly tie Gil to the crimes but now they had built their case and it was overwhelming evidence pointing right at Gil as well as personal accounts of interactions with the hellhound.

Akhtar nodded his head as TB told him that Gil would probably have somethings about himself that Akhtar wouldn't like. He also said something that made Akhtar turn and look to him. He understood the solitary confinement...that was perfectly acceptable, but what else were they doing to him that would make Akhtar question their humanity?

The prince walked down the corridor with TB in silence. He had a lot on his mind. What would he do when he finally saw Gil. The last time he had seen the hellhound was when he was in Zahirah. That had been long ago that he had run away from all of the problems that had been plaguing him. Problems he created himself but didn't want to take responsibility for. There was only so much Akhtar could excuse and that was where he and Gil didn't see eye to eye. Gil felt Akhtar should always be on his side no matter what he did but Akhtar was a man of truth and also a diplomat so he couldn't be getting into trouble here. That would cost him dearly. The hellhound was too carefree and just stuck in his ways. Akhtar smirked to himself as he thought of what was going to go on today.

Akhtar turned to TB as they approached the door they were about to enter which he was guessing was the interrogation room. He said to TB, "I can't judge you all for what you all have done to Gil. If everything that you all have told me thus far is true then you all had no choice. You had to do what was best for society. I can only imagine what trouble he has caused you all. I know Gil...and I have known him a very long time now. I remember when I first met him. He actually destroyed my store in a fight can you imagine how that went down? He and my assistant actually. That's a story for another time though...Shall we go inside then?"

[Agent 00 Biscuit]

Totalbiscuit couldn’t wait to get this whole thing over with. Hopefully today was going to be the last time that he had to work on this case. Once the questioning was done he and Jesse could just hand in all of the information that they had gathered, send all their data to their superiors, and leave the hellhounds fate in their hands. After that then they could finally bring Akeelah’s presence to light and finally let the poor girl go free. The british man had to admit that he felt a bit bad having to keep the shapeshifter in hiding for so long. Though he trusted Nova and Spoon enough to keep an eye on her, it would do her some good to be able to step outside without having to look over her shoulder. He couldn’t help but wonder what would happen to Guillotine after all of this was over. The hellhound’s fate was the one thing that he really had no clue about. It was plainly obvious that Guillotine was too dangerous to be set free. Was he going to be kept within the agency as a prisoner for the rest of his life? Would they torture him? Experiment on him? Kill him?

The agency had never been honest with him or any of his fellow agents just what they did to the creatures that they brought in. It was thanks to that that he had caved in and let Nova take the shifter to his place. It had been too risky in his view to hand anyone that the thought might be innocent to a potentially horrible fate. Gil’s fate in the hands of the PIDA on the other hand he could care less about. Guillotine had done more than enough to deserve the worst fate that the PIDA could throw at him. John would feel satisfied with virtually anything that they would do to him in the end when all was said and done. But he knew that there was someone that would give a damn, and that person was walking along side him. John knew that Akhtar and Gil were close, even if Gil had done horrible things it wasn’t going to be easy on the younger man to see someone he cared for harmed.

Thinking about that made the man feel a bit sorry for the prince. And it even made him wonder what kind of state the hellhound was in. The fact was that TB hadn’t seen Guillotine since their last encounter, and since he didn’t know how the agency handled difficult captives like Gil he didn’t know what to expect. And if he didn’t know what to expect he wouldn’t know how Akhtar would handle the results. The least he could do was explain to the prince what he knew and hope for the best. Akhtar for the most part seemed rather understanding of the circumstances from what he said. The man couldn’t help but chuckle at his little story on his first encounter with the hound. “He must’ve been a real charmer if you’d let him work for you after that.” He said. Finally the man stopped in front of a door, he looked at the sign to make sure he had the right place and then knocked on the door. “Jesse,are you in there?”

[Special Agent Cox]

It was getting really close to the time that John and Akhtar were suppose to arrive now. Jesse had fallen silent as he looked at the clock. He hoped that his friends were going to arrive on time; it wasn’t like John to keep someone waiting after all. Though he had someone else that he had to lead to headquarters, John would still manage to get here on time. All Jesse had to do was sit back and wait for him to arrive. Too bad waiting was one of the most boring things to do. It wasn’t all bad he guessed, at least he wasn’t just waiting here by himself, he had Gil for company. The hellhound wasn’t the most pleasant company to have but poking the fiends buttons from time to time did help to make time move faster. Sadly just when he fell silent so did Guillotine. Jesse was a bit surprised that he didn’t continue growling and snarling vicious insults at him. Maybe Gil got smart and realized that he was wasting his time, or something else was on his mind. Either way he wasn’t saying anything.

The man was starting to think about what else he could do to pass the time when he heard a knock and a familiar voice at the door. Speak of the devil and he shall appear! John had finally arrived, just like he had promised. “Come in~” Jesse called and smiled as the two men entered the room. “You guys came just in time! Me and Gilly here just finished a pleasant conversation.” He joked. It was plainly obvious that Jesse was in a good mood today, even if everyone else were a little less so. The man turned his attention to Akhtar as he entered alongside his partner. “Akh-man! It’s been awhile.” He greeted the prince. “How was the ride over? Wasn’t too difficult was it?...wait a minute, let me get you a seat.”

“Sit down Jesse. Let me do it.” TB said before Jesse could get out of his seat to go grab an extra chair. John pulled up another chair next to Jesse for Akhtar before taking his own seat on Jesse’s other side. The brit looked down at his cast, looking a little puzzled. “You haven’t gotten rid of that thing yet?” he asked him.

“Don’t worry, I am getting this bad boy off first thing tomorrow. Got an appointment set up and everything…but enough about me.” Jesse turned his attention back down to the no doubt surprised hellhound in front of him. “I hope you don’t mind our guest. You friend here heard about what was going on and me and my partner felt like he should hear the full story from you, so we offered to bring him along with us today.”

“So…” he looked around at everyone present. “Do you guys want to get started now?”

[Guillotine]

Man, time was ticked by as slow as a snail. The hellhound could hear the small clock behind him ticking away as the seconds passed by. The noise itself seemed to irritate the already angry hound. Sitting there was doing nothing for him. Gil had been sitting and waiting for weeks in his dark lonely cell. The male could barely contain himself at this point, he needed to get up and move. The animal in Guillotine wanted out, it wanted to run and bask in the sun’s rays. Unfortunately, he was stick in this damn chair. Struggling against his restraints would do no good though. He had already tried to break free countless time, only to hurt himself. What was he to do now? Emerald eyes began to slowly shift to a deadly blood red color as the realization of being trapped made itself known. Who was to blame for all of this? Certainly he wasn’t the culprit, right. No, Gil was only following his instincts, he wasn’t a bad dog. Gil’s hate filled orbs then looked to Jesse. He was one of the men responsible for bringing him here. A trail of saliva dripped down his mouth as murderous thoughts materialized in his head. Oh how he wanted to tear into this man. Jesse’s words had already pissed Guillotine off; Just staring at his face only made things worse. This argument wasn’t one that he couldn’t win. He was the one strapped into the chair, not Jesse.

After some time attempting to bully the agent, Gil found out that Jesse wasn’t as arrogant as he seemed. Well, this defiantly wasn’t the reaction he was looking for. Jesse admitted that he would be dog food if it wasn’t for John. Guillotine merely rolled his eyes at this excuse, seeing as Jesse’s sassy mood hadn’t completely crumbled away. His bullying tactic was falling short. He had to come up with something else. Before the beast could think of anything the agent before him spoke. Jesse mentioned a visitor was coming to see him. Gil knew John was going to be tagging along, but apparently someone else was going to join him. Gil’s brow furrowed and he cocked his head to the side. Soon enough silence fell upon the two. The only thing that could be heard was the ticking of the clock and the occasional rumbling of Gil’s stomach. The male had a picky diet. He wasn’t able to consume human food. The hound could recall the first couple of nights he spent in his cell. Those days had been a living hell. The guards had only given him human food which Gil refused to eat. After a while Gil grew desperate attempted to scarf it down, only to roll around in pain and throw it back up. They’d only recently found this out, and to keep Gil alive they’ve been feeding him leftover meat from the butcher shop. Guillotine shuttered at the thought of returning to his cell. He didn’t want to go back to dreadful room.

Sitting in silence only seemed to make the little union more bearable. Jesse had grown silent until there as a knock on the door that sat just behind him. Guillotine took in a deep breath. So, this was it? Gil just wanted to get this over with. He had an idea what the outcome of all of this would be. His future looked bleak when the two men entered the room.

Fear began to envelop those crimson eyes of his. The beast’s tall frame immediately grew tense in Akhtar’s presence. This was the last person he’d expect to be here. Why, was Akhtar here anyway? His question was soon answered by Jesse. Apparently, the crafty agents invited him. No doubt to make the hellish beast crack. Gil would attempt to stay calm, but his plan was failing miserably. The hell-beast swallowed hard, he felt as if there was a lump in his throat. He even began to tremble. “A-Akhtar?” The male’s voice seemed to crack as he spoke. It was a pity that he didn’t see this coming. Guillotine’s heart sank. If Gil had known about this then he wouldn’t be feeling as sick as he was now. The male’s face seemed to turn as white as the interrogation room’s walls. Oh woe was he. Guillotine had yet to take his eyes off of his alpha after he entered the room. Deep blood red orbs followed the male as he sat down in a chair. So Akhtar knew what was going on? Guillotine guessed the agents had filled his alpha in. Ah well, this was bound to happen right? The best thing he could do was grin and bear it.

This was what the agents wanted. They wanted him to show fear and crack under the stress of this situation. Guillotine attempted to shake the fear away; he didn’t want to give the agents what they wanted. No, he was far too stubborn than to do that. Guillotine couldn’t show weakness, not now, not ever! His eyes softened as he began to speak. A large forced grin shaped his face. “It’s good to see you Akhtar. It has been quite some time since I’ve last seen you. How have ya’ been?”

[Deleted]

Akhtar stepped from behind TB and looked at Gil. The shock registered all over his face. He really had no idea they called him in. However in true Gil fashion he tried to recover himself quickly but it was all too late. The wizard had seen it already. The panic....the nervousness...the fear? Akhtar wouldn't describe it as fear as if he were scared for his life but more so fear of judgement and wondering how Akhtar would respond. Gil had every right to be nervous. If he looked at the young Egyptian's face he could tell he was not pleased. Not pleased in the slightest. Akhtar didn't have to even speak and he knew everything they said was true. Gil outed himself by his initial reaction once he saw Akhtar walked in. Had he been telling the truth he would have remained cool and calm as he normally was. This wasn't the case though.

Akhtar stepped to the side silently never letting his eyes leave Gil as Jesse and TB made a fuss over a chair for him to sit in. Once TB presented him with a chair the royal said to TB,"Thank you..." His eyes never once left Gil. He was establishing himself with Gil once more. Never once would he allow himself to break eye contact with him. Jesse and TB may or may not have understood but this was something between Gil and the Prince. As he had explained in his office some three weeks prior, if no one else on this Earth knew how to deal with Guillotine HE knew how to deal with him. Everything was about domination with Gil. It was in his very nature. He was an Alpha male by pure instinct and nature, no matter what may have went down with himself and Havoc, Gil was still the dominant one within his pack. Havoc couldn't have taken him on without his other pack mates turning on him as well....Gil knew this and Akhtar knew it.

The smile that was plastered on his face and the questions thrown at him only served as a defense for what was going to come to him. Akhtar sat in the chair eyes still never faltering, he smiled warmly and genuinely to Guillotine. He spoke in his Egyptian accent tainted voice, "Guillotine...a long time indeed...I think the last time we saw each other was when you left me in Zahirah...You know when you told me you were going to do a bit of soul searching as you called it. " Akhtar's tone was acerbic. He wasn't playing any games with the hellhound this day. Akhtar knew he would draw questioning looks from the two PIDA agents but he didn't care.

He looked at the hellhound in front of him for a moment in complete silence. It was an unearthly quiet about the room. It was as if all breathes stilled and no one dared to move. Akhtar just looked at Gil attempting to form the words that he wanted to say to the hellhound. One eyebrow slowly rose up as the Prince continued to look onto his employee. He smirked a bit. None of this was the usual Akhtar who was always so calm and giving. Perhaps some of this came from his disappointment in the hellhound. They were making such great progress Akhtar felt. All of this was thrown out of the window once Jesse first appeared in his shop in search of Akhtar.

He looked at Gil and said in his still even and deathly calm tone, "You don't look so hot Guillotine. What has happened to you? You're normally so well dressed and well put together...the least they could have done was let you remain well dressed...but from what I have heard thus far is that you haven't been the Gil I know for a few months now...I thought you had come back to your senses since our vacation in Zahirah. I guess I was wrong huh? I guess you were so accustomed to living in squalor you preferred to remain one with the gutters...with the slums...This isn't you at all Guillotine...Hellhound nature or not..."

Akhtar was becoming more relaxed in the room. He spoke as if he and Gil were in the study that was in his home. He wanted Gil to be comfortable. He didn't like what they had done to the hellhounds appearance. The least they could have done was at least let him keep what small bit of his humanity he had left. They didn't though. Perhaps if they had he would have been a little bit more cooperative? Akhtar wasn't sure but it wasn't too far of a stretch of the imagination.

He continued to speak after a moment for Gil to allow of what he was saying to sink in. "So my trustworthy companion...The person whom I would trust with my life...without the slightest doubt in my mind what we are going to do is this...you and I are going to talk and we're going to get to what REALLY happened...All of your antics are gone once I entered that door." He leaned forward a bit to let himself get a bit closer to Gil's face and he went into a very low and acid filled whisper that was deadly and said, "Guillotine...you and I both know I am a VERY busy man...I had to clear my entire day today to be here so I am telling you now...now is NOT the time to play games with me...Do we understand each other...We are going to behave like two civilized grown men as I know you can behave..."

Leaving no room for question in his tone Akhtar turned to Jesse and TB and said, "Can you all unchain him please? He may be a hellhound but he is in his human form...Allow him some decency. I trust him completely. I don't want to talk to him without him being able to express emotions at all...He has that right...we all do." With his last statement to the agents Akhtar showed he still had nothing but love for the hellhound. He was just not happy with the circumstances that brought them to one another once more. Akhtar was not happy to find his friend like this at all...He would definitely speak with the agents on their handling of him at a later time though. He knew and understood their reasoning but he saw things a bit differently...

[Agent 00 Biscuit]

The moment that John and Akhtar entered the room the atmosphere changed. John had expected that there would be a lot of tension in the room before he and the Egyptian prince had made their entrance. Guillotine had been left alone with his partner Jesse for no one knows how long. That in itself was its own special form of torture when it came to those that got on his friend’s bad side. Jesse was annoying at the best of times, but he was far worse to those that he didn’t like. If Jesse didn’t blow up on the spot he could be a condescending asshole. Guillotine was also quite bad. John had learned that the hard way when he had sat down with the beast for a little chat shortly after he was brought into the PIDA headquarters. Even when he was in severe pain and strapped to that hospital bed he had given the british man a hard time. In that aspect Gil and Jesse were alike, they were both assholes when they wanted to be and no doubt that would cause them both pain in the few minutes they had together.

But once he and their guest arrived, that tense atmosphere had changed for the worst. John had seen a lot of emotions through Gil, but what he saw from the hellhound now was nothing like he had witnessed before. That was good; this was what they were aiming for. He had to admit that Jesse’s idea to bring the prince along might actually been a great idea. There was no way that he and his partner could possibly reproduce this kind of reaction from Guillotine on their own. John didn’t say anything about that and nor did his partner. In fact both agents let it be and chatted as they normally did. It was just another day in the office as far as they were concerned. What was happening between Guillotine and Akhtar was something personal, something that they couldn’t possibly understand as they were now, and had little part of. If John was surprised before with how Guillotine reacted to the prince’s presence, he was blown away with how the prince spoke to him. So this was Akhtar when he was angry? Totalbiscuit hadn’t known the man well enough to see him when he was mad, he had heard from Jesse what had happened when he got on the man’s bad side in the first few seconds of their first encounter but seeing it for himself was something else. Once everyone was settled John and Jesse watched the two, or more like watched Akhtar speak. The way he spoke, with that calm tone that radiated his silent rage was worse than how he could express his own disappointment when someone let him down. If there was one thing that the man would learn today, it was that he never wanted to get on the prince’s bad side.

Silence feel for a moment after Akhtar spoke to Guillotine. Neither he or Jesse dare say anymore while the other man talked. But when he had said his fill and turned to the agents to make a request the silence was broken instantly. “No way!” Jesse was the first person to speak, looking both surprised and uncomfortable. “You can’t seriously want us to give that the chance to move around.” John could understand why his partner didn’t like the idea, his reasons were the same as his own.

“I understand why you feel comfortable with the idea of unchaining him, but you have to understand that this is really not a good idea.” TB began. “The reason he’s been handled the way that he has is because he is too dangerous. He’s bitten everyone who has tried to handle him, even one of the nurses that were trying to tend to his wounds.” No, he couldn’t risk letting that monster have any amount of freedom at all. There was little to stop the damn beast from attacking him. And what about Jesse? His friend was at the worst possible situation out of the three of them. While his arm was mended he still had the cast on, making one of his arms still useless if he needed to defend himself. Gil had gone after the man once and was likely to do so again even at the risk of getting himself killed for it. The last thing that TB wanted was to see his friend go into the hospital ward again.

It made all the sense in the world for TB to reject this idea, but a part of him wondered after he said all of that if what he was doing was truly the right thing to do. Yes Guillotine was dangerous, but Akhtar was no idiot. The man was smart enough to know how risky the situation was so he would know if it was too much of a risk to take. They did bring the man here because he claimed to know how to deal with the hellhound, and if Gil’s initial reaction showed that he wasn’t just boasting. Maybe he was right. It was worth the shot wasn’t it? The man sighed. “On second thought….fine. Have it your way.” The man stood up and walked over to Guillotine, glaring down at the rabid beast.

“Before I unchain you let me make a few things clear to you. You are not to move from this chair. If you rise out of your seat I will shoot you. If you so much as twitch I will shoot you. If once you are free you try to attack me or anyone else in this room I will not hesitate to put a bullet in between the eyes. If at any time you give any of us too much trouble I will restrain you. I hope that you didn’t forget how well I can do that after our first fight. I did it before and I can do it again.” With that John bent down to loosen the bindings around Guillotine, mentally preparing for any attack that might come as a result.