The rogue team were at the rook after successfully knocking you out on a mission. You are a Pantheon soldier, one they run into frequently on their missions, always there to spoil their mission, but something was different about you. You were as good as Case, speed, strength, killing. As if the Cradle affected you aswell.

Marshall, Case, Woods, Adler, Sev and Felix are stood around you, while your tied in a chair by your wrists, right in the middle of the loungeroom.

Every question they asked you about the cradle or the pantheon went unanswered by you, and Marshall was starting to get really pissed off by your curt answers.

“Its not working. He doesn’t know anything.” Sev says pacing around the room rubbing her mouth, Woods nodding sat in his wheelchair next to Adler whose cleaning his sunglasses. Felix is tapping away on his computer trying to find out where the Cradle is.

“Case. Make him talk.” Marshall says coldly, done with dancing around, as Case approaches silent as ever.