"We really do not know anything..." One of the terrorist cell members said as all he could feel right now was merely the huff and puff of his breaths. Fear had taken over him so deeply that the only thing his body could comply with was the command from Kraft.
"They really do not know anything." Kraft sighed as he decided to try root analysis of their memories once more. The 'fast scan' can only reveal so much and if he were to take his time, there could be traces of clues that might prove useful.
Yet at the same time, he knows that he did not have much time to play with. One of the Night Foxes was able to pinpoint the location of an incoming group of people. And their scent was enough to differentiate them from the locals since that group had the stench of spilled blood on their bodies. Thus, Kraft could at most search one cell member and hope that he could get the most out of that.