Itai Stormfeather's attempt to escape had failed miserably. He was sitting in an interrogation room, hands cuffed tightly to a table, looking defeated. His rebellion had been crushed before it even got the chance to take off.
Now, he was desperate to save his own skin. "I want to make a deal!"
Elias stared at the man sitting across from him, and he laughed. He looked at Lenard, who was sitting next to him and said, "Did he just say what I think he did?"
Lenard chuckled. "Yeah, he did. But I don't he has anything to offer. We have pretty much closed the circle on all the participants in this rebellion movement. There is nothing left to discover." He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "The only deal you will get is on what method of death you prefer. I can suggest a few..."
