With the leader of the organization in custody, Leo and his team prepared for the interrogation. They had secured the outpost, but there were still too many unknowns about the organization's structure, allies, and ultimate objectives.
The interrogation room was dimly lit, with only a single overhead light illuminating the leader's face. He sat cuffed to a heavy chair, his mechanical arm rendered inert by a power dampener. His expression was defiant, even in defeat.
Marcus entered with Sofia and Leo. "Let's make this simple," Marcus said, pulling up a chair opposite the leader. "Tell us where the rest of your people are hiding, and we can make this easier on you."
The leader chuckled, his voice cold and mocking. "You think capturing me changes anything? There are others who share our cause. You can't stop what's coming."
Leo's patience was wearing thin. "Your cause? Is it worth the lives you've taken? The chaos you've caused?"