Bab 821: Chapter 821: Four Walls and a Roof

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"...Why is everything so slow in this world?"

"I believe they think we are extraterrestrial life forms, Miss Hera."

"We might as well be."

A sharp, almost screaming screech scratched in the air as Hera stood up; the cold metallic seat she had been sitting on for hours now, threatening to fall back but instead just rubbed across the floor with its rusted legs.

"But man, is this supposed to be an interrogation room? Class E supers could probably break out of here." Hera raised her hands as she yawned; her body almost purring when she stretched her arms,

"The security in this place sure is lax," she then turned to look at the surveillance camera at the corner of the room; moving her head exaggeratingly to make it obvious that she knew they were trying to make them impatient.