Thankfully, the police force at least had some common sense. Zoe was taken to what seemed like a dressing room, where she was offered some clean clothing... most of which was just white cotton clothes, mostly given to prisoners to wear and look after.
She was then taken to the cold room. It was a poorly lit cube, the wall consisting of metal, which gave off an eerie tone. The room was indeed rather chilling. There were small ventelation shafts near the bottom of the walls, and a single light hung from the top. An old fasioned wooded desk stood in the middle, with a wooden chair on either side.
A female officer smiled from her chair opposite of the entrance. She pushed a steaming mug across the table. 'Coffee?' She asked.
'Come, sit.' A male said from the side. He was difficult to see, shadows forming across him as he stood to the side. However, he lost his mysteriousness as he walked to beside the desk, and gestured.
'We wish to ask you, if you are willing, some questions about your... time as a slave.'
Meanwhile, in Barbary's office, the wrinkled man sat back down again in his seat, and laughed. 'This is good new, at least. But there's something you're not telling me...'
'No, nothing at all, sir,' Raiven replied.
Barbary arched a brow. 'Very well. Anyway, there is still the matter of the damage you caused and whatnot. The taxpayers aren't going to take this lightly, and the entire force is going to be put on the spotlight because of you.'
'We've handled this sort of thing before.'
Barbary's hands slammed on the desk. 'We don't go about trying to repeat ourselves. Don't forget we're not only trying to make an example for the government... but also to all the species in the galaxy. We strive to prove to the rest of the galaxy that the human race is reliable... and trustworthy.'
'Considering what we've done in our history...' Raiven muttered.
'What was that?'
'Nothing.'
Barbary stood up. 'There will be talking, paperwork... and such. However, for now, I have called the chief commissioner... and I am awaiting his final say on the matter in regards of what to do with you.'
The phone began to beep. 'Ah, speak of the devil.' Barbary picked up the small handset, and placed it next to his ear. 'Ah, commissioner. I expect that you have reviewed the matter? Yes? Excellent. Yes, I have him right here... what do I tell him?'
Then his face went stiff... and his skin color changed from pink to white. 'Very... well. I'll inform him right away. Thank you.' He placed the phone back on its hook, and stared at Raiven for a long time.
Raiven stared back curiously. 'So?'
Barbary's hands quivered. 'Congratulations, senior officer.'
Raiven's heart jumped. 'Uh, what?'
'Get out of my office,' Barbary said coldly. Raiven quickly got up from his chair... and as he turned and left, he grinned.
'I don't believe it,' Barbary muttered. 'I... don't... bloody... believe... it.'
Down several floors was another cold room. Firefly was escorted into the room via several policemen. The door slammed shut behind her, and it seemed she was alone inside the cold, dark room.
'So, who do we have here?' A man said, emerging from the shadows. He was a big man, with large muscles... and an all round well built body. He cracked his knuckles as he leaned against his chair at the desk. He traced a finger across a data pad that lay upon the desk. 'Say's here you're a slaver, in league with Kelthusa. Sit down, and let us talk about what you were up to.'
