"Freeze, don't scream, and don't move or I promise you I won't make it quick," came the voice, from behind him, and he, a young man with horns twisting cruelly out of his forehead, slowly raised his hands. "Step away from the table with your hands up, no sudden movements. You're going to answer a few questions and in exchange, I'm not going to arrest you. You're going to be free to walk, do you understand me?"
"Yes sir. Not about to throw my own life away, okay? I'm going to get on my knees, and I'm going to keep my hands raised, and I'm not going to make any sudden movements," The demon spoke levelly, calmly. As promised, he slowly let one knee hit the wooden planks of the floor. "Will you really let me go, though?" Other knee meeting the floor, he raised his hands higher, well over his head now.
"CA is taking a turn for the better, even if it's slow. I'm one of the good guys, if that means anything to you."
"One of the good guys who just threatened to kill me slowly."
"I don't want it to come to that. I promise, but there's too much at stake here. My name is Vilhelm. Who are you working for?"
"I'm just a bellhop for this hotel, man. I know shady shit goes down, but it's nothing to do with me- I'm paid well, and I keep my nose out of business. My boss is here every Friday night for my day off, instead of me, and he's the one you want to interrogate if anybody. There's no cameras in here, either- because he doesn't want the footage hacked remotely, doesn't want anything seen. He won't know anything, if I don't say anything. Can you trust me, though, not to say anything?"
"How about a trade?" The agent behind him, armed to the teeth and with a firearm leveled at the demon's head, offered quietly. "You keep your mouth shut and when I raid this place, next Friday? The pages of documents proving your employment here will get, say, accidentally ripped apart. My bad, boss. I moved a bit too quickly, collecting evidence."
"Sounds a good deal to me."
"If your boss is ready for me, you'll regret it."
"He won't be. After all, I already told you- I'm paid well, and I keep. My. Nose. Out. Of. His. Business."
"Good. What's your name?"
"Christian."
"Ironic."
"That all, then? I'm good to go?"
"Yeah. Have a nice shift, Christian. Count to ten, nice and slow in your head, and then you can get up."
"Got it boss." There were quiet footsteps… the click of a door, and then Christian slowly stood up, sitting down at his desk, and kicking his feet up.
"Tch… boss should have given me that time off I asked for last week, on the gods."