REVELATIONS
FIFTEEN
The Assistant Director reeled out of the cell and slammed up against the corridor.
Over the span of many cycles at the Security Agency there had been countless investigations and innumerable interrogations.
None has been as horrific as this. The extreme physical brutality of the sessions had become revolting, abhorrent and deeply disturbing.
In disgust the injection needle flew through the air and smashed into the wall.
Numberless criminals had passed through the facility, all presenting their own unique challenges. Almost all were guilty, of course. Some did not survive questioning, but in the end they would've been executed in any case, so it was not a worrisome matter.
But there was something different about this prisoner. Something previously not encountered. The Assistant Director sought a moment of serenity in order to concentrate. It, no, he – the being was a male of the species – displayed uncommon bravery and fortitude: the way he stood, waiting, inviting the interview; the way he focused his sight organs straight ahead, clear, bright and unwavering; how he attempted to fight the horrendous physical debilities that overtook and incapacitated him.
After all the cycles and all the suspects, the Assistant Director had come to believe in an unfailing aptitude to discern good from evil. There was no evil evident in the eyes of this suspect. Those strange, simple, shining orbs, which normally would be so repugnant, had become almost a consolation when observed via the video monitor.
The Assistant Director was beginning to doubt the probability of ever looking directly into those strange eyes.
Their job was to get at the truth and obtain a confession. The traditional method wasn't working. Something else would have to be devised.