Svengali stood before the prisoner, who was laser-cuffed to an interrogation chair in the small detention cell inside Mactan Base. Six hours of mania-interrogation had not yet revealed any useful intelligence, but Svengali knew that the prisoner was close to the breaking point. In fact, he sensed that the pivotal moment had just arrived.
He leaned in close to the prisoner's ear and whispered in his most hypnotic cadence, "Admit it, you pusillanimous toady : the LSF is staffed entirely by monkey-loving, fratricidal philatelists, isn't it?" The look of utter confusion on the prisoner's face betrayed the truth.
"I KNEW IT!" Svengali triumphantly declaimed.
"Director Moriarty will be most pleased to hear of your admission of guilt." The totally discomfited Jake Benson stared as Svengali stalked out of the cell.
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