Malachi's three silent captives unsurprisingly looked around for a possible route of escape, but found nothing in the end.
All the while he watched them calculatively, with all of the poise and grace of a jungle cat.
"Now, I'm real curious here. Was this a regular run of the mill assassination attempt, or did you guys have something bigger in mind?"
For some reason, the three didn't seem like they were in a real captive mood.
Though Malachi was sure he didn't understand why.
Just as it seemed he was going to have to take a more violent approach to interrogation, his three captives spoke in unison using a strange robotic voice.
"Mission has been designated as a tentative success. As all means of escape have been compromised, units J-1842, D-2633, and T-7895 will undergo protocol two. Transferring data now."
Science fiction was never Mal's favorite genre, but he had observed enough of it to follow what was about to happen.
