Tales from the Former Universe

12. Person of Interest

"Sir, listen, you must, we are in progress for an investor," Hwillfyrd ensured in the call.

"But payback, our return has not!" said his packaging supplier. "Target, I doubt you are reaching. Your company will only cost us," he said. "Understand, do you not?!"

"Hold your temper, you ought—yes I understand. We both aim to make profits. I gave you enough or less, money is coming in. Greedy, are you becoming?!"

"Curse you, it's not about greed. Compromises, you achingly are clinching," he said. "Don't you think for a second that we can just give you everything, do you understand."

"Listen, I—"

Then she, who was on the secretary table, on her first day of work arranging documents and the assortment, got Hwillfyrd's attention.

"I'm listening here!"

"Y, y, yes, I understand," Hwillfyrd responded. "Your compromises, you already have, and compromises, you already got," he promised. "You'll hear from me later."

Then his robot manager came.

"Who is our new secretary?" Hwillfyrd asked.

"Totevia, she is," it revealed. "He's replacing Berna who quit, she has the qualities."

"Yes," Hwillfyrd agreed. "She has the qualities."

In an unknown and disclosed location, Zanabodl was held for interrogation in a very narrow room, barely any light or sun, barely any welcoming of its walls, his blooded face still.

"Adroit, he is. Spent the entire district just chasing him alone," Orama said. "Although, props, I give to the Singaporean police, their determination to catch us is unbound."

"Intel, we now have, that he was intending to sell our confidential," Derace said. "Inquire, you must, of where he is selling this."

"And if it is the UNSC HQ?" Orama asked.

"Just pray that it won't go that far," Derace said.

"The audacity he had," Han-Cho held the pen tight. "He is a dirty rat!"

"We need information, for the sake of our security..."

"HE THREW A GIRL OFF THE ROOF!!" Han-Cho panted off. "Had, had I not caught her, she'd..."

"YOU NEED CALM!" Derrace pointed. "They need answers, and we better give it to them," she said. "I did my part... who's next?"

For the sake of Han-Cho.

"Get Han-Cho some rest... I'll make him talk," Orama said.

Holding the doorknob,

"We are not leaving until we have the location," Derrace reminded, Orama complied and entered the room.

"So... young rat," Orama greeted, sitting on the chair. "Screaming, there could be... and believe me... I won't tolerate it."

"Told you everything! I did," Zanabodl talked.

"Let's make this quick and easy," Orama said. "Our classified documents, we believe you are selling, who or where?"

"You think I'd be stupid enough to sell classified documents I keep?" Zanabodl said. "Nice try, but that bitch of yours gave me the slip."

"Ah, very well, the opposite it is," Orama said, grabbing a needle, PULLING HIS ARMS TO HIM.

"What are you doing?! What is that?!" Zanabodl panicked.

"A biochemical, to compress your veins similar to the hottest of the Middle East," Orama enthusiastically revealed.

"No, no, wait, you can't do this," Zanabodl begged.