Vladamir (Vlad) Knight



The last person anyone would think to go against the military. He trained much of his life untill his current age of eighteen in order to protect people. An accident occured, which resulted in the death of four officers, those in charge caught him in the room covered in blood, therefore he must have done it. They have made him public enemy numer one, and the military is on the outlook for him.

Claret | Sandra | Templar

Claret is your regular stick in the mud military grunt. She has scene action since she was a small girl. Her parents were both military as were her grandparents. It runs in her line to serve and protect. It is odd her last name fit her so well. Recently she has moved up in the ranks. Dealing with rouge soldiers has become a priority for her. Although it is not quite the same as dealing with a full enemy, not many can stomach hunting their own. To Claret, everything is black and white.

Vladamir tensed as the cuffs were put on him. He had made a mistake, and it was costing him his freedom. He took a breath as they held him up against the walls. Trained officers with guns had them pointed at him. He knew this was going to be the beginning of a major pain in the...They pull him away from the wall. Placing him in the back to an armored car with guards, they drove him to the security prison far from any civilian life. He was led along one of the dark halls to a dark room, an interrogation room. He knew what would be comming next, he had seen it done, and had done it a few times before. This was going to be his first time on the other side of the table. He sighs and waits for his interrogater.

"Found in the same room as his dead comrades?" Claret said in question as she looked over the file her superior had just handed to her. Her superior nodded. They both walked down the corridor. Claret was wearing her normal brown uniform. Her red hair was tied back behind her head. A pair of glasses were resting on the brim of her hat. "What exactly am I looking for here Sir?" Claret asked, stopping in from of the window where Vladamir was being held. She looked in, knowing he could not see her because the window was a mirror on his side.

"We need to know why he, or even if he murdered his peers." The older man spoke. Noticing Claret getting ready to hand him back the file. "He is also a deserter. So this becomes your area."

"Okay, so why can't Johnson take this? A murder is just going to want to kill me. To him i'm no threat." Claret protested. Knowing it would get her no where.

"Because I found you first, now go in." Her superior ordered, opening up the door. Claret sighed before walking side. Picking herself up as soon as her foot entered the dark door. She opened the file once more, walking over to the table and taking a seat across from Valdamir. She was silent for a good minute or two. Just looking at the file, and slowly flipping the pages. Finally after after the gurgling silence, Claret spoke.

"Four officers were found dead in the same room you were found in. I would assume this would be a set up, if not for your disappearance right before the tragedy. So, would you like to do this the easy way, or the hard way?" Claret asked Vlad, looking up at him for the first time. He looked like hell.