“Who is your interrogator?” She asked.
“His name is Foral. He’s very good.”
“His anger shows.”
“I believe that’s good. It’s righteous indignation.” Torr admitted.
“I’ve always been told interrogators should be emotionless. If they keep themselves separate, they can pick up on the emotions of those they question easier.”
“What do you think you see?”
“This prisoner appears to be angry, but maybe more at his own people. He feels lied to. That can work on your favor provided he knows something.” She suggested.
“How would you approach him?”
“Show him sympathy. A little understanding might make him see your side of things.”
“Is this something you could do?”
“Possibly. I’ve never been a professional interrogator, but I have assisted police in questioning victims or injured criminals.”
The interrogator left so she assumed Torr called him out. “Show me what you have.” Torr directed.
Walking in the room she poured herself a cup of coffee fixing it as she preferred noting the man followed her every move. “Would you like a cup of coffee?”
“Is it the Earth version?” He asked.
“It is.”
“Then yes. Black, please.”
She poured it then set his coffee in front of him. “So, what’s a nice guy like you doing in a mess like this?”
“You’re from Earth?”
“I am.”
“So, what’s a girl like you doing here?”
“You first.”
“There’s a group, Save Earth. I heard later they were terrorists first, but it looked like the dangers to Earth changed their ways. Little did I know.”
“They spread from a particularly vicious group that didn’t mind killing babies to make a point.”
“You are familiar with them?”
“Many patients in emergency came from their attacks.”
“You are a nurse?”
“No, I’m a doctor.”
“Proves their point that the aliens are stealing our educated people.”
“Finish your story and I’ll tell you mine.” She advised.
“Fine. They brought us over here, but it wasn’t like it was supposed to be. A group leader was supposed to be with us, but it was low-ranking ones and all of us. It wasn’t planned as a suicide run. Most of our group would have said no.”