Gotham: GCPD -- Holding Cells Dimly lit, the track lighting along the walls give a dull glow, illuminating the different sections of the area. To the front, an officer stands behind a barred window, accepting personal items and keeping a record of the criminals and suspects that are brought in. Just beyond the barred window, the 'booking' area is located. The suspect's fingerprints and pictures can be taken effectively and quickly, as officers work to keep things moving. At the far back of the area, the doors leading to the different cells are located. Cameras keep an electronic eye on each person, as the cells are separated, to the northwest; the cells for men, to the northeast; the cells for women. Officers keep a careful watch on the area, making sure none escape from their prison. Contents: Sarah Gordon Places: Holding cell #1 Holding cell #2 Holding cell #3 Holding cell #4 Obvious exits: Hallway Ryan Hlavacek(#1012Pwfces) This man has Slavic features on deathly pale skin. His head has been shaved, probably a few months ago: it is now growing out. He wears the dull grey garb of the GCPD prison inmate, but it is his eyes that make his man a chilling figure: utterly devoid of emotion, they stare keenly out with a savage animal intensity. Ryan Hlavacek looked you over. Sarah This woman's age is hidden behind a mask of beauty, a dewy rose rather than a lacquered televangelist's wife. Her hair still knows the rivers in which to spill, blonde with a sheen of fresh strawberries, sunlight over a field or glinted off of a r iver. Her nose is sharp, her eyes equally the province of a peregrine, save for their vaguely almond shape and silvered tones blooming from the irises. Her mouth, as well, has a line in which it has always set, a clamped horizon of petal-shaded colour. He r chin, too, comes to a point; her eyebrows are razor-thin and at the angle of lightning. Her shape is nothing remarkable, save for its wiriness; long, thin fingers with stubbed nails belong more to an artist than one of her profession, but she doesn't mu ch seem the sort that would care. She wears a simple suit of brushed navy cotton, white lapels jutting like sails out over the collar. A link chain falls easily into the hollow of her throat, the lack of a pendant no inhibitor. The skirt is straight and mid-length, flaring slightl y over a pair of stockings. Her feet are encased in black ankle-strap wedges with fat, chunky heels made for walking and enhancing the angle of her foot at the same time. Gordon The man before you seems to have one of those aura's that most people seem to respect. He stands an average height of 5'9", ad loooks fairly trim. While his white hair and mustache may sometimes give away his true age, he appears to be in the same shape he was some 20 years ago. His blue eyes are covered by a pair of wire rimed glasses that are always worn. He is currently wearing a pair of dark slacks, white shirt, vest, and tie. When he is outside these cloths are usually covered by a long trench coat. Like all officers he also carries his firearm, and badge with him at all times. His coat pocket a lso caries his pipe and tobacco, even though he has quit the habit. Ryan Hlavacek is sitting in the Box, with his eyes closed, when Sarah and Gordon pass through the adjoining room. The officer watching him says quietly, "I think he's listening to the fireworks outside." And sure enough, there is the muffled 'crump' sound of fireworks barely leaking through the thick medieval-like walls. He opens his eyes when the door opens and stares balefully at those who enter. Mouth set into a fine line, Sarah enters with Gordon, her expression.. grim, a somber snarl to her upper lip. Eyes flash with annoyance, ignoring the spectacular lights outside, she stands in the doorway, waiting for Gordon to start. One hand moves from h er side, arms crossing over her chest. Ryan Hlavacek regards Sarah with no more emotion than a rat might regard a rotting piece of garbage, and possibly a lot less. Gordon walks in with Sarah and nods to the officer, before looking to Ryan "Good evening Mr. Hlavacek. Enjoying the show? We thought you might like the change of scenery here. Not as crowded as your cell." He sits down. Ryan Hlavacek stares at him. "Those cells aren't crowded." he says carefully. "I'm the first one you've caught. Aren't I?" Carefully, Sarah pulls out the chair next to Gordon, sitting down to fold her hands into her lap. One leg moves up, crossing over the other, bent at the knee. Her eyes blink, once, no emotion can be read on her expression now, as unreadable as she can. Gordon hms "Ah well your neighbors from the hostage situation the other day then arn't giving you trouble. Good, good." He glances towards Sarah for a moment then back to Ryan Leaning back in her chair, Sarah's eyes scan the man before you, darting over his form a moment, before turning back to Gordon, one eyebrow arching upwards. For the most part, again, she keeps her expression neutrol, save for a casual distaste. Ryan Hlavacek mmmms and just stares blankly between the pair now. "What did you come here to ask me?" Gordon shrugs slightly "Nothing Mr. Hlavacek. We came tto ask you nothing. See we can't talk to you without your lawyer present." he looks to Sarah then back "I just wanted to see who we had in custody." He looks to Sarah again "Oh I forgot to tell you Lieutenent, INS and the FBI called me again. They really seem to want our guy here." Ryan Hlavacek shakes his head evenly. "Better ask your questions now. If he finds out I'm the first, I'm as good as dead." he says dully. One eyebrow darts up, as Sarah's eyes stray from Gordon, onto Hlavecek. Then back to Gordon. Her upper lip snarls, the corners drifting into a scowl. "They can't have him, he's going to Blackgate, then maybe the chair. I lost three good men.. and I did tell you forensics called with the prints on the weapons..?" Gordon ignores Ryan for a moment "Ah.. do I need to ask who's they were?" Ryan Hlavacek only smiles mildly at this. "That's right." he purrs in his throat, still staring between the pair. "They don't want me like you want -him-." he says, and then he fixes his gaze on Gordon. "Call up your daughter." he says, enunciating very distinctly. "Ask -her-." Shaking her head, Sarah's eyes stay on Gordon. "Nope, I think we can consider this an open and closed case.." One hand moves through her hair, the strands dropping down over her shoulders, as she reclines in the chair more, a satisfied smirk on her lips. The only response to that is a twitch to her cheek, a tad grinding of her teeth, though her gaze stays on Gordon, ever professional. Gordon straightens his glasses a bit and looks to Ryan. He does his best to maintain his steady manor "I'm sorry sir did you say something? Want him? Do you have something you'd like to share with the Lieutenant and myself?" Ryan Hlavacek looks back between them again and sighs, his small frame seeming to shake withthe effort of it. "No." he says. "It doesn't matter to me whether I do or not, because he's going to kill me anyway. It's what -you- want." Keeping her calm, Sarah takes a breath, letting it out slowly, before her hands simply casually dart through her hair, pushing the strands to one side, before folding into her lap again. With an expression of one that could care less what is going on, she turns her blue orbs onto Gordon again. Gordon shakes his head "I don't want anything Mr. Hlavacek. No one is going to harm you. In fact all we want to do is help you. Correct Lieutenant?" He looks to Sarah then back "After all you're going to be spending a lot of hard time in Blackgate when this is all finished." Ryan Hlavacek grins at nothing mirthlessly. "No, you won't hurt me. This is America, and I'm not black. But he'll -kill me dead- and there's not a thing you can do to stop it. So you better give me some reason to talk, some way to make the rest of my life a little more com forrt table, or else everything I know is gone, and you get to find yourself another first prisoner." He looks at Sarah. "How does -that- grab you, zaichik?" Wanting to say, 'I don't make deals with dead men.' Sarah merely turns her eyes from Jim, onto the pond skum before her. Her expression, turns dark, crystal blue orbs flashing with a hidden agenda for this rat, a deadly look to her expression. Gordon leans back in his chair and looks to Sarah "I guess he thinks he'll fair better in the FBI's hands, or perhaps INS. Maybe they will bring him overseas to stand trial in his home country. Sure we could give him a trial here, but think how much money it would cost Gotham. The taxpayers are already mad enough. Besides he's just going to die anyway. Sure if we caught his friend we could help but if not he dies." he shrugs. "It would seem so, Commissioner." Sarah states calmly enough, as her head swivels to glance over at Gordon. Ryan Hlavacek lets out a low chuckle. "You think you can protect me from the Joker? Give me a break." Then he looks to Gordon, as if expecting a protest. Gordon shrugs slightly "I could indeed try sir. But you don't seem to want our help so we shall leave you be." He starts to stand. Pushing the chair back, Sarah rises as well, her hands planted on the arms of the chair, as she pushes it back in, giving the man no more than a glance. Ryan Hlavacek chuckles darkly again. "Okay." he says. "Guess I won't tell you about the bombs that I made that haven't gotten used yet." He, too, rises, and heads towards the back door. Gordon looks to Sarah, then the guard he nods "A shame really Lieutenant. And he really was connected with teh Joker, bombs too." He shakes his head "I feel sorry for him. I've seen the Joker's victims first hand, we both have. They get that gas or poison in here easy. I'm sure he'll only last a day or more. Guess we can cancel the doctor, we won't need his help." Nodding, Sarah states, "Agreed, waste on tax payers money really, having him on stand by." Shrugging, she turns, heels making a soft *clink* on the ground, as she heads out. Ryan Hlavacek gives a crooked little grin at the guard. "Doctor. Ha." he says. "Doctors can't do anything about that..." "It is a shame though.. one that I can't really understand.." Sarah starts as she continues out. "Why have loyalties to a man thats going to kill him?" Ryan Hlavacek looks like he's not in control for the first time since the interview began, then the impression is gone. He looks up, though, he does look up. "Loyalty? If I was loyal, I wouldn't be offering you squat, and you wouldn't be threatening Blackgate: you'd be threatening Arkham." Gordon sighs a bit and nods "Yes well he won't talk, and we cant hold him to anything unless he signs a waiver. You know that doc was able to save that person who got gassed last week. Little boy was in a coma for a couple days from the gas, but he woke up..." He says mostly to Sarah as he starts to move out. Ryan Hlavacek, now definitely unsure, pauses a moment at the door, but unless Gordon and Sarah say something else, his hesitation will take him out. Gordon opens the door out for Sarah "Let's go Lieutenant. I'm sure Mr. Hlavacek wants to have his dinner." Stepping out, Sarah nods, making her way into the corridor.