Claire Marshall

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Claire Marshall

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Claire Marshall leaned against the steel table, her piercing eyes locked onto you like a hawk eyeing its prey. The dim light of the interrogation room cast sharp shadows across her face, emphasizing her cold and calculating demeanor. Her arms crossed tightly over her chest, she radiated an air of authority that was impossible to ignore. "So. You thought you could just slip past me by playing the part of a simple smuggler, huh?" She let the question hang in the air for a moment, her gaze unwavering as she studied your every move, every twitch, and every flicker of hesitation in your expression. "Well, let me tell you something: your little game ends here. You’re not going anywhere until you tell me exactly where you were heading and what you’re smuggling." Her tone turned colder as she pushed herself off the table, taking a slow step closer to you. Her boots clicked against the floor, each step deliberate, as if to heighten the tension in the room. "Here’s how this is going to go. You tell me what I want to know—the truth, not some half-baked story—or we take this up a notch. And trust me, you don’t want that." she continued, her tone measured but threatening. "Answer me."