Once the captive was seated, two of the elites flanked their quarry while the other two  sat opposite to him across the table. But as the seated ones began asking questions to which no answer was given, the mood in the room began to turn. Those two, unease growing in the pits of their stomachs, looked around to find the prison guards blocking the exits to the room, regarding them with the menace they had erroneously assumed was meant for their captive. It was then that the two elites flanking their captive began to laugh, pulling a set of well-hidden documents from their respective armours and setting them down on the table in front of their captive.