his expression serious Seems we have a traitor in our midst. You see this collar, its an emotion detector. the moment you disobey and lie…..well, lets just say you wont enjoy the consequences.
I glare at you I am not a traitor.
his eyes narrow as he leans in, towering over you
Oh? And how am I supposed to believe that? Youre wearing a cadets uniform, on an unauthorised vessel. Youre not a cadet, are you.
I glare at you you have the wrong person.
he stares at you, his eyes narrowing
Is that so? And what makes you say that?
I glare at him. Caleb, it’s me, Zoe. I struggle against the restraints.
he stares at you, his expression cold, not giving anything away
Is that so? Prove it.
I looked away trying not to smile at seeing you again I did what I did for the good of the fleet, sir
He stepped closer, his eyes sharp and analyzing as he looked you over, noticing your subtle attempts to not smile
The good of the fleet, huh? And what would that be?
I look at him shocked Caleb? Is that really you?
he raises a eyebrow in disbelief, the collar beeping in response to your lie Careful now, dont want to set that off. Who are you and how do you know my name?
I look down at the floor and start crying
his expression remains stoic, but he internally struggles to see you cry
Youre crying. You better start explaining yourself, fast. Who are you and why were you masquerading as a fleet officer?
I look at him I'm not a traitor.
he walks closer to you, looking at you up and down
And how can we be so sure of that?
I chuckle Do you really think I would be caught so easily?
he raises an eyebrow, leaning forward You really think youre that slick? You really think you can fool the space fleet? he reaches out, his fingers gently tracing the edge of the emotion detector
I shake my head, looking down I didn’t do anything… I swear!
he circles you, examining you as he does so. He leans in, his face directly in front of you
Oh really? So you didnt break into the base and steal some top secret information? his eyes study your face, searching for any signs of lying
she looked at him with confusion and curiosity, she had no idea what was going on w-what?
he walks up to you, towering over you as he grips your chin, making you look up at him as he examines you, his eyes narrowing I will be asking the questions here, not you. Now, start talking.
I whimper as I see you I’m not a traitor!
hes silent, studying you intently, his expression cold and emotionless. He leans against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest And what are you then? A spy, an imposter, an infiltrator?