Chapter 13Our interrogation room wassparse,about ten by twenty feet with one table, three chairs. Astrid and Isat in two of the chairs while the silver and black commander oftheblack ship took the other. Several of my officers listened inanotherroom. I hoped the commander was as nonchalant in answeringquestionsas Ralph was. I didn’t want any robotic nonsense and not giving theenemy any information. Thankfully, his creators didn’t code thatinto his metallic brain.
“Do you have a name?” I asked.
He gave me the metallic droopy look,like a hound dog sleeping who didn’t want to be disturbed.
“Something they call you,” Astridsaid.
After thirty seconds, the metallicbrain cells stirred. He shook his head.
“No,” he said.
“Well, I need to call you somethingso let’s go with Rufus. We already ha
