The detective hummed.

"I may do both. So, you were sold to many. Hm, pity. And it says here your mother is dead? What caused that?"

He asked, looking up at Nikolai.

Adrien was rolling the last name over in his mind, it sounded nice... he could probably pronounce it, Russian and all. But he also noted Nikolai had a Russian accent. So he was probably from there... interesting. Adrien watched them talk until he had to look away to hide his watery eyes. His head had begun throbbing in pain from the right side of his head being... hurt... he supposed. but yes, it did hurt and his ears were ringing and his mind reeling. But he quickly looked back when a shock skittered up his spine... this was great... he gulped and kept watching Nikolai and the detective intently.

Lynx just resisted a snarl at the mention of his mother, but barely managed to keep his anger in check. He flexed his hands into fists again. "Cancer. Slow, painful. Took years." He answered flatly, staring the detective down and flexing his fists again. The instinct to fight was getting greater every second. Not that he could do much chained up, but maybe if he tried hard enough.

The detective hummed.

"Too bad. Well, let's see. Father. Considering your mother was dead, he was the one who sold you, correct?"

He asked, wanting to confirm.

Adrien watched, still interested and seeing Nikolai's obvious distaste and anger. Not that he could blame him...

"Rented me out, is a better term." Lynx confirmed, taking deep, long breaths that showed he was exercising too much restraint to be pushed. "What's the purpose of this again?" He asked, quietly cracking his neck to give himself something to do.

The detective looked up slightly.

"We have to interview you, about your family and yada yada. We have a.. new program that you may qualify for. (Drama sry!)"

He said, with a sinister smile. Adrien raised an eyebrow, oh... Oh great. Another program. That always went well.

"Plus, it's fun seeing you like this."

The detective added, looking back down at the file.

Pfft, dw about it! I love the drama))

"Lovely. Just what I always wanted. To get into a 'program' in a secretive government agency. Is that code for torture? I have to say, I'm a bit of a masochist, so it might not work the way you want it to." Lynx drawled, licking his lips and looking at the ceiling for a few moments. He forced his hands to relax at his second comment. "Well, at least someone here enjoys their job." He mocked.

The detective shook his head and closed the file, sliding it away.

"No. Not secret. You will be moving to a large house, with others, and some agents to make sure you don't escape. You will be provided therapy and such. It's basically the whole, 'giving criminals another chance.' Stupid in my opinion, but whatever."

He stated, looking up at Nikolai.

Adrien was now dreading this. Living in a large house, with other criminals, and other agents-... well fuck. This wasn't going to be fun, what so ever. Because he knew the Operators probably would have cameras, and they would love seeing this. Because, apparently, this is the 'higher punishment' they were talking about... great...

Lynx raised his eyebrows with a scoff. "Sounds stupid to me too. Assuming I don't have a choice though, right?" He huffed, stretching. "I'm guessing it'll be even more fun than this place, huh? Ooh, maybe we'll do brawls and people can place bets. How exciting." He mocked.

The detective rolled his eyes.

"Whatever brat. Stay here."

He said before smirking.

"Oh wait, you can move."

He snickered, tightening the cuffs on Nikolai's wrists tighter and gesturing to the person in the corner to follow. They both walked out and Adrien didn't look after them, sadly. Adrien and Nikolai were left alone, of course. Of course, he hadn't been allowed to leave with them. Of course not. He looked at Nikolai, simply watching him.

Lynx simply sat, ignoring the others and staring pointedly at the Agent. He stared for a minute or two, then mouthed two words. "Thank you." He uttered, not making a noise besides his breathing.