"You knew about this?" Ethan demanded, his voice dangerously low. "You knew they were selling people? Are you in agreement with this, Thompson? Do you support this horror?"
Thompson sighed, looking out over the manicured garden. "It's not about whether I support it or not, Ethan," Thompson said, his voice heavy with resignation. "This goes far beyond anything you can imagine."
He turned back to Ethan, a look of grim honesty on his face. "Do you truly believe being a Congressman gives me substantial power? I wouldn't even be qualified to set foot in this compound. The only reason I was allowed in tonight, and the only reason they tolerated your entry with me, is because removing Vance has made me the near-certain future Governor. I barely qualify to be here."
