This one was an interrogation virgin - never even been arrested before. Idiots, in Toreth's opinion, although it only made them easier to deal with. Like most of the idealist traitors who passed through Toreth's hands, the prisoner had apparently never imagined capture. The incidental tour of I&I's facilities that prisoners enjoyed during processing tended to do that. Toreth's investigators had reported that the prisoner had put up a good front during his arrest that morning, but to Toreth's practised eye he now looked not far from panic. Toreth stood, impassive, letting his height and the breadth of his shoulders kick off the process of intimidation. He looked very much as he had at their brief meeting earlier, which was to say sullen, angry, and frightened. The prisoner looked up from his contemplation of the tabletop. "Good afternoon." Toreth liked the little irony, although it wasn't often appreciated. The guards had already delivered the prisoner by the time he arrived the man sat at the small square table, on a plain metal chair screwed securely to the floor. The interrogation room was brightly lit and relentlessly white, and had a disinfectant smell that Toreth no longer even noticed. The Administration Series by Manna Francis
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