The atmosphere in the interrogation chamber was sterile and cold, much like the one Warden Hayes had faced moments earlier, but the air of the room was different. Here, the tone was less accusatory and more focused on clarification.
A man in his mid-fifties, Director Andrew Brown, looked visibly stressed, fiddling with his tie as he was escorted into the room. A different federal agent sat waiting for him. This was Special Agent Mark Wilkerson, a sharp-featured man with an analytical gaze and a deceptively mild demeanor.
"Director Brown, please," Agent Wilkerson said, gesturing toward the empty chair opposite the table. "Have a seat. Thank you for coming in."
Brown sat down, visibly nervous. "I—I cooperated immediately. I have nothing to hide," Brown said.
Wilkerson nodded calmly, placing a small audio recorder between them and pressing the record button.
