The sharp, clinical glare of a single, high-intensity desk lamp sliced through the heavy shadows of the temporary interrogation cell inside the Highway Security Outpost. The small room featured stark, grey steel walls that dampened the distant roar of the commercial intersection outside, creating an oppressive, airtight silence. Puddles of synthetic rain dripped slowly from Elsa's heavy combat armor, pooling on the cold metal floorbars as she leaned forward across the aluminum table. Her fingers pressed firmly against the polished surface, her gaze locked dead center on the trembling figure strapped into the mechanical restraint chair opposite her.
Between them rested a translucent, shattered glass container holding a minute trace of viscous, blue cardiac suppressant fluid, a direct mat
