Words would not get him what he wanted, Falsus realized. These coalition folk were sharp; the officer didn't lose his cool in spite of the marine's error. As a second man entered the room, he decided sticking around wouldn't be helpful in any case. He took a piece of paper from his pocket, and placed it on the table.
"Consider this a riddle,sir. If you or any of your own are able to solve it, then perhaps you will gain a true understanding of why you might want me in this coalition. I'm sure with the vast resources available to you, contacting me in such a case won't be a problem."
At that very moment, the chemical reactions in Falsus' body were altered. The zerg overmind had deemed his usefulness to be at an end. As all changelings eventually do, he fell to the ground, dead; his body shrunk to the size of a small dog.