It was an empty room with only a table and two chairs in it. There was nothing else in there. Not even a window, not even a cup of water. The walls were thick and the door was made out of metal. There was only the faint light of the lamp and the sounds of two people breathing.
In one of the chairs sat a man with dark hair and blue eyes, staring at the person who was sitting in front of him and looking around the room. He was dragged here by force but he didn't seem that fazed.
"So, Mr. Steyton, shall we start our conversation if you are ready?"
"Yes."
The commander smiled and placed his hands on the table, locking his fingers together.
"I'll start with some easy questions."
