709 Questioning

The man strapped to the bed laughed at Max as he evaluated him. "If you thought that I would simply tell you everything that you wanted to know just because you asked, you're far too incompetent for this job. Have you considered being a janitor?" 

"I will start off slow. How about the pharmaceutical Company? They didn't give you anything but an easy death. You don't owe them anything." Max asked. 

The man's thoughts went to the large amount of money that they had provided him, as well as the experimental treatment for his subordinate's disease. It would almost be touching if he wasn't planning to kill the subordinate as soon as he returned to his ship. The mission had gone bad, and he was already planning to tie up all the loose ends. 

"You have to be the worst interrogator in history. Seriously, you're going with the appeal to decency?"