The interrogation room was cold.
James sat across from Marcus, studying the man who had been the Consortium's ultimate leader. Marcus was battered, bruised, but his eyes still held a spark of defiance.
"You're going to tell me everything," James said. "Every cell, every operative, every plan."
Marcus laughed. "You think I'm afraid of you? I've been tortured by experts. You're nothing."
"I'm not going to torture you." James leaned forward. "I'm going to offer you a choice. Help us, and you go into protective custody. Refuse, and you spend the rest of your life in a black site, forgotten by everyone."
Marcus's eyes flickered. For a moment, James saw something like fear.
"You can't protect me," Marcus said. "The Consortium has people everywhere. They'll find me."
"The Consortium is fin
