Drake opened the interrogation room door, stepped inside, then closed it behind him. The Dark Acolyte first officer looked up from the chair he was secured to and grinned at Drake.
“The captain himself again. I am honoured. So tell me, what are you going to try this time? Are you going to try and trick the information you need out of me again? Or maybe it’ll be time for threats? Promises maybe? Or have you finally grown enough balls to use torture?”
Drake didn’t reply. He just walked over, pulled out the chair across the table from the prisoner and sat down.
“Oh, the silent treatment,” said the prisoner. “Because that worked so well for you before, didn’t it?”
Drake still didn’t answer. He sat still, seeming to look at the prisoner but actually focusing inwardly. He was trying to ps
