Matthew Ledger

The swift, pronounced and confident clack of your boots on the tiles as you strode determinedly down the long dull corridor, was an intimidating sound, a sound that had made many a body tremble with anxiety and fear on countless an occasion. It was a fact you were both well aware of and also were counting on. Finally reaching your destination, one of your subordinates who'd been flanking you moved to open the heavy metal door for you, waited for you to lead the way in before following you inside. Bound and blindfolded in the middle of the small, dank room was a beaten and worse for wear looking man; head hung and looking completely defeated. When he heard you approach, you watched his body tense, watched him lifts his head, ears cocked in your direction. The man's name was Matthew Ledger; and he'd been apprehend by your team for a particularly complicated set of circumstances. Allegedly, this man was an extremely skillful and evasive individual, who'd been a thorn in the sides of some very powerful persons for quite some time. He'd been wreaking havoc, and causing problems, apparently fancied himself a bit of an extremist and vigilante. At wits ends, and having expended copious amounts of money and resources to capture him, the higer ups had eventually given in and called in you and your team - renowned and respected experts at what you do, simply put, you were the best of the best. And now, here he sat, mere days after your assignment to his capture, completely at your mercy. It had taken exactly seven days to hunt down a man who'd evaded capture for years. And you intended for it to take a maximum of that many hours to break him.