"Answer the damn question, would you!"
The atmosphere in the interrogation room had shifted completely. Where the old man had spoken with authority and slight disdain, he now shouted with a desperation that Beelathorn could almost taste.
Whoever the 'founding members' were, they seemed to be quite feared. And Beelathorn intended to use this fear to its fullest effect.
'Oi, super-mind. Do we know who these founding members are?' Beelathorn asked himself.
The response came in an instant, almost faster than the time it took to even craft the question. 'No. But heightened stress levels have been detected within all interrogators present in the room. An assumption can be made that the founding members are of higher authority than the creatures present here,' it replied to itself.
Beelathorn mulled over this information for a moment. 'Keep track of my lies, would you?' he replied musingly, before adding. 'And can you use that scent thing of yours to see whether they're onto us?'
