Jack stood outside the interrogation chamber of the safehouse, his arms folded. Flanking him were Brandon and Jane, their expressions as neutral as ever. One couldn't even tell what was on their mind, even after someone tried assassinating their boss. Fredrick and Brian stood behind the trio in silence, wondering what was really going on. There was a heavy silence in the room, lasting for several minutes. No one said anything and either drowned in their thoughts or stared at the two traitors in the interrogation chamber. They were strapped to metallic chairs, unable to move an inch. Their eyes were fixated on Jack, defiance written across their faces. “We won't tell you anything!” They gritted their teeth and clenched their fists. “We'd rather die than reveal anything!” “Is that so?” Jack seemed amused, shaking his head slowly. The two men exchanged glances, a lump in their throats. They'd heard about the Master and how he interrogated his enemies. Somehow, he didn't torture them,