Mitchell gazed around, searching for an exit.
"Do not waste your time, Mr. Hobbes." said the voice, knowingly. "This is a secure room. You cannot escape."
"Well, at least untie me!" shouted Mitchell, struggling with his bonds. "I'm not much use tied up, am I?"
There was static coming from the microphone, indicating a pause. Then the voice came back, stronger than before. "I'm warning you now, Mr. Hobbes. Do not try anything."
Mitchell nodded, and a door opened, seemingly out of the wall. Mitchell had not noticed the door before. A large, masked man stepped towards Mitchell, and cut his bonds. The masked man then retreated through the door he had come through.
"Better?" asked the voice crisply.
"Much." replied Mitchell. "I am grateful."
"We house your fears, Mr. Hobbes. These are the crooked features of the future." spoke the voice clearly.
"Is all this necessary? Liandri now patents the future of mankind. You already destroyed my organization." replied Mitchell.
"But, that is not our goal. We are not trying to break you, Mr. Hobbes." soothed the voice. "We need information."
"What is it that you want?" asked Mitchell cautiously.
"Two years ago, Liandri deployed a location scout on site 9B3, the Skaarj home planet. We miscalculated the gravity and air levels. We sent a team of about three hundred builders to their deaths." spoke the voice slowly. "We covered it up. As far as the public knows, nothing ever happened on site 9B3."
"W-Why would you cover it up?" stuttered Mitchell. "You bastards. Was that your incentive for loss? A lie?"
"Your organization came very close to uncovering the truth about site 9B3. You found out about the nuclear attack and the air pollution." replied the voice on the microphone. "We could not afford the market losses induced by the incident. That is why we covered it up."
"Alright. So, what could you possibly want from me?" asked Mitchell with sarcastic enthusiasm.
"Soon enough, you will see." spoke the voice, knowingly.